Prompt : was reading 296 and had so much fun with it. Could you write a similar one where Effie buys new boxers or briefs for Haymitch and she convinces him that it'd look sexy on him. I got the idea from what you wrote in the chapter I just read. I guess it would be really funny. Thanks.

Quid Pro Quo

"They're too tight!" he complained.

Everything was too tight that year : the pants, the shirts, the boxers... Fashion dictated everything had to fit like a second skin – and he wasn't complaining when women's fashion was concerned because the outfits women were wearing this year left little to the imagination but on him? To be fair, Effie had tried, like she always did, to stick to his usual classic bordering on shabby look but it seemed finding pants that didn't stick to his legs and butt was impossible lately and if the pants had to be so tight then the rest had to be too.

He wasn't against having things under control down there but seriously, this was ridiculous.

"I don't know, I like it." his escort smirked, her eyes roaming on his body with a possessive glint that would have made him bristle if it hadn't been so hot.

He glared all the same.

He had come to her room to complain and he wouldn't let himself be distracted by the tight barely existent skirt she was wearing or the endless legs it uncovered.

"I'm too old for this. I feel like Finnick Odair." he grumbled. "Get me some normal underwear. And find me normal clothes!"

She licked her gold painted-lips and he really tried not to notice gold was a good color on her.

"But, Haymitch..." she purred, reaching out to place a hand on his chest. Her palm was flat against his stomach and he decided he should have put on a shirt. Yes he had wanted to show her just how badly the boxers fitted and how uncomfortable they looked but he should have put on a shirt because she was very good at distracting him and he wasn't very good at resisting distraction. There was a spark of lust in her eyes that made it very difficult for him to look away. "It is sexy."

"You're serious?" he scoffed, almost disbelieving.

Of all the arguments he had expected her to wield, this one hadn't been amongst them.

"Don't you want to be sexy for me?" she pouted, letting her hand trail down until it brushed against the very obvious bulge. "I would do it for you. I do it for you."

"Trinket." he growled in warning.

Tumbling in bed in the heat of a fight was something, seducing the other out of the blue because the mood struck them was already something else, but admitting to actually planning to seduce the other wasn't something they did. It sounded too much like they were a couple – which they weren't.

She didn't take the hint.

"Keep those on, don't make a fuss, and I will wear something you like." she hummed. "As a treat."

She was playing him like a violin, he mused. She wanted him to not make her life difficult, she didn't want to have to go looking for more clothes for him, and she was trying to manipulate him into submission. Unfortunately, as much he hated giving in to her cunning, he also very much wanted to take her up on that deal.

"The red see-through thong." he requested immediately, because he liked it just as much as because he knew she found it uncomfortable. If he was to suffer then so was she.

She didn't bat an eyelash. "Fine."

"Fine." he grumbled.

And that was how he found himself wriggling all day in too tight boxers and pants to Chaff's upmost amusement.

It wasn't even that funny.