Prompt : I don't know if you still do prompts but could you please do one during the games where cinna, portia, etc are all up late chatting one night and Effie falls asleep on haymitch. I think it could be sweet :)

That Woman Is A Nuisance

"Go to bed." Haymitch sighed for the tenth time that night.

Effie took her eyes away from the screen long enough to glare at him. "I don't want to miss anything."

"I don't think…" Cinna tried but Haymitch cut him off.

"Nothing is going to happen before morning." He rolled his eyes. "Then it's going to be a bloodbath at the Cornucopia and you will need your strength. Seriously, Trinket, you're acting like it's your first Games!"

On the screen, Katniss and Peeta were sleeping snuggled tight together in the safety of their cave. It might not have been Effie's first Games, but it was the first time they actually stood a chance to win and it was different enough that they were all on edge.

"Forgive me if that doesn't reassure me." she huffed, going back to her silent watch as if she could help the kids through the screen.

Haymitch shook his head but went back to the discussion he and Cinna had been having. He liked the stylists that year, which was certainly another first, and he also liked that Cinna was able to talk about something else than fashion and the Games – a feat that wasn't to take for granted with Capitols. Portia was sitting at Cinna's side, her eyes lost in the forgotten blue liquor she was holding.

They were all tired, Haymitch mused, and they should all have gone to bed while they could grasp a few hours of sleep. That wasn't an option for him, of course, for the first time in years he felt alive, adrenaline buzzing through his veins and his brain working over-time.

He was in the middle of a sentence when he felt the soft weight leaning against his side. He glanced at the head on his shoulder and rolled his eyes again. He should have known it would end up like that. He grumbled silently, ignoring Cinna's amused gaze. Portia was sporting a grin now – Haymitch ignored that too.

The angle Effie was in, she would wake up with a crick in the neck and, consequently, she would be a pain in his ass. He shifted until he could wrap an arm around her shoulders and she was more or less against his chests. Better for her neck, better for his sanity the following day – it was win-win.

"That looks practiced." Portia teased. "Does she often fall asleep on you?"

"The woman is a nuisance." he spat with barely suppressed fondness.

He left it at that.