Prompt : okay so i'm reading through your head canons and i just neeeed a fic where effie gets too drunk at some point during the games and throws up on haymitch and theres literally nothing he can do about it because she always helps him when he's that drunk

I already did a few with Effie drunk during the Games so I thought I would make this one post MJ

Girls Night Out

Haymitch opened the door after the second round of knocking, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Forgot your keys, Princess?" he mumbled, before taking in what was awaiting him on the other side of his front door.

Effie was slumped on Peeta who was holding her upright. Her pink heels were dangling from his fingers.

"Hi!" Effie grinned when she saw him, her eyes glassy from way too much liquor.

"Hi." he snorted, taking her off Peeta's hands, so to speak. The boy was already in his pajamas and, Haymitch was ready to bet, had a similar problem awaiting him at home. Katniss was a lightweight. "Where's Jo?"

"Asleep on my sofa." Peeta sighed. "After she threw up on my begonias."

"Tough luck." he mocked.

Johanna was visiting – without Annie and Finn – and had declared that she needed to make the most out of not being responsible for a four years old for once. Effie had been eager for a girls night and Katniss had rolled along with it more easily than Haymitch would have thought possible. He wasn't exactly surprised by the result. A good night out, for Jo, always involved too much alcohol – he would know.

"I need to go back." the boy said, handing him her heels. "Katniss said she wasn't feeling well."

"Yeah." Haymitch rolled his eyes. "I bet."

He thanked Peeta for bringing her home, closed the door with his foot and dumped her heels on the floor. Before he could nudge her in the direction of the stairs however, she locked both of her arms around his neck.

"Hi!" she giggled.

He smirked when he smelt the tequila and whiskey on her breath. "Someone had a little too much to drink…"

"You know I only get along with Johanna when I'm smashed." she pouted.

"You're not smashed, sweetheart, you're wasted." he accused, amused to no end.

"Wasted and helpless…" she hummed. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Help you to bed before you pass out on me." he snorted.

"It was once." she grumbled. "You're no fun, Haymitch. No fun at all."

That was why he wasn't too overly fond of a drunk Effie. She had terrible mood swings.

"Being the sober one is no fun." he agreed. "That's why I leave it to you."

She tightened her grip on his neck, absolutely not interested in what he had to say anymore. "I'm tired. Carry me to bed."

He shook his head, muttered a "always so fucking bossy" under his breath and then grabbed her under the knees with a sigh. She buried her face in his neck.

"I'm not feeling good." she mumbled, just as he was reaching the middle of the stairs.

"Hold on, okay?" he frowned. "We're almost there. Don't go and…"

Too late. She belched – which she would probably have denied upon pain of death – and before he could, at the very least, put her down, she threw up all over him and herself too.

"Payback is a bitch." he sighed, remembering just how many time he had ended up being sick on her shoes or her dress over the years.

"I'm sorry." she whimpered and he couldn't find it in him to be angry.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up, Princess." he told her.

She was sick again once they reached the bathroom but he managed to dodge this time. She was utterly uncooperative, adamant that she just wanted to go to bed. He would have relented if he hadn't been certain that she would pitch a fit the following day if she ever woke up in soiled sheets, covered in sick. He cleaned her up and managed to get in her nightgown before dropping her on the bed. She immediately curled up on her side, with a displeased pout, and he placed a bucket next to the bed before taking a quick shower.

When he came back and slipped in bed next to her, she was already asleep, her mouth half-open. She was snoring, like always when she was drunk, and it made him smirk a little.

He brushed the hair out of her eyes and wrapped his arm around her, before closing his eyes.

He couldn't wait to tease her about all of it.