Prompt: Hello there. I request if you still write HADS : so there is a new victor in town and all the ladies loveand ogle him including effie, and Haymitch feeling jealous and insecure? ( could that work ?)

Of Ogling, Flirting & Metal Dresses

"Oh, dear." Effie gasped and Haymitch looked up from the glass of pink whatever he had been trying to identify and immediately rolled his eyes when he realized what – or rather who – she was looking at.

It wasn't very difficult. Almost all the women and some of the men too were staring at the guy who had just walked in, wearing a ridiculously tight white shirt that did nothing to hide the abs underneath.

"Seriously, you need to stop." he scoffed. "It's sick."

The boy was a victor from One, three years passed. The whole Capitol had been on its knees for him ever since. It was almost enough for Finnick to catch a break.

"I am only looking." she countered – purred almost.

Irritated and bored with the whole thing, he looked around the room, hoping to spot Chaff or someone who wouldn't be under that guy's spell – even some of the female victors had gone to crazy town.

"Yeah, starts that way for most Capitols." he mocked. "First they look, then they buy."

Her blue eyes darted to him, icy and hurt under the fake spider-like purple eyelashes. She looked particularly ridiculous that night. Her dress was made out of golden pieces of metal vaguely shaped like flowers. It must have been very heavy, it kept making a racket when she moved and it flashed some skin when she walked around. It left her back bare though. That wasn't a bad sight.

"Do you truly think so low of me?" she hissed.

He took his time studying her, taking a sip of the disgusting pink cocktail before he answered. "No. But it's no reason to ogle him like a piece of meat."

"Oh." she grinned, suddenly smug. "Like you don't ogle me like a piece of meat, you mean?"

"Not in that ugly dress, I don't." he scoffed. "Can't even guess at your ass in this."

She pursed her lips. "Metal is the latest rage."

"Sure thing, sweetheart." he shrugged. "But there's nothing to ogle. Good luck getting his attention." He nodded at One's victor who was busy fending off an army of seductive women in far more reveling outfits. "Though, he's a bit young for you, yeah? Ten years…"

"It is bad manners to comment on a lady's age." she reminded him, narrowing her eyes. "Perhaps I do not want his attention, Haymitch."

"Sure as hell not getting mine." he replied. "Not unless you leave the chainmail at the door."

"You are horrendous." she huffed. "And I will have you know I could have him if I wanted to."

"Wanna bet?" He lifted an eyebrow.

She studied him for a few seconds and he just knew she would go for it because there was no way she could ignore a challenge.

"Not particularly." she hummed. "However if you are certain you want me to march over there and dazzle that, admittedly gorgeous, man so he will take me to bed…"

"I don't care what you do, sweetheart." he sneered. "You do what you want. Not my business. Maybe I'll get myself a nice young woman for the night too."

Her lips twitched but it was both annoyed and amused, her hand came to rest on his shoulder as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Of course, you would not mind… Why would you? You would not mind if I were to unhook that dress and let it fall off me just for his benefits, not at all… I am not wearing any underwear, do you know? And all that metal rubbing against my breasts… My nipples are painfully hard… I would have to make a show of the whole thing, it being the first time and all… He would probably want to touch me… Run his hands on me…" She paused long enough to lick her lips. Her eyes were dark and he knew she was aroused. "How do you think he likes it? Rough? Sweet? I think sweet… Look at him… He pretends to be tough but I think he is a vanilla kind of man."

The images she was putting into his head weren't ones he wanted there. Picturing her with someone else… It made his blood boil. Picturing her with hard nipples now…

"You'll be bored." he warned, forcing detachment in his voice. "Guys like him can't handle you."

"You cannot handle me." she laughed, leaning her whole weight against him for a moment.

They were far back enough in the room that nobody was paying attention to them but still. He shot her an annoyed look. "You're done with that minx number?"

"Never, darling." she taunted.

He couldn't help it. He smirked and then shrugged. "Sure, he's pretty to look at but you'll be bored to tears before he even opens his pants."

"Perhaps I shouldn't take you up on that bet, then." she grinned, snatching the glass from his hand and finishing the cocktail that was far too sugary for his tastes.

"Better not." he snorted. "Would be a shame for someone so hot to be bored in bed."

She hummed, fighting to keep a pleased smile off her lips. "Am I hot? I thought my dress was not flattering."

"The dress's ugly, Princess." he insisted. "But I like what's underneath."

"Do you, now?" she chuckled, her eyes briefly darting to his lips. "Too bad I do not like your attitude then."

"You love my attitude." he challenged. "It makes you wet."

"Vulgar." she accused him.

"Yeah, that does it for you too." he snorted. It was his turn to lean in to whisper in her ear and he dearly hoped no one was watching them because they were playing a little bit too much with fire right then. "Want me to tell you what I'm gonna do with you, sweetheart?"

"Awfully arrogant." she remarked as she stepped away from him, a twinkle in her eyes. "You assume a lot. I never said…"

"Am I interrupting?" Six's escort cut in. "My apologies, but they want a picture of all the escorts together…"

"Oh, naturally." Effie beamed, handing him back his empty glass as if he was simply a waiter. "Let's go." She shot him a look, the corner of her lips twitching in a sly grin. "I will see you later, Haymitch. Do try to behave and do not drink too much."

"No promise, sweetheart." he snorted.

She sauntered away with her friend but tossed him a last glance over her shoulder.

He knew that look.

He might just get lucky later on.