Prompt : I absolutely adoreeee the one shots including the victors+effie and them always teasing them. Could you do a prompt where it's Christmas and they all got drunk and finnick places mistletoes everywhere for him and Effie but she and Haymitch get caught and everyone teases them and Haymitch gets mad but Effie decides to give them a show

Well, it's Christmas in April! And this is crack.

Mistletoe Mischief

"Oh, come on.." Finnick retorted joyfully, grabbing another tinsel to add it to the huge Christmas tree in the corner of the penthouse living-room. "There are worse things than spending the holidays in the Capitol. What else would you have done? Spend the day miserable in your house, pretending you hate everyone and everything?"

Haymitch exchanged a glance with Chaff and took a pointed sip of mulled wine. That was exactly what Haymitch would have done. Chaff had a sister though and would probably have been coaxed out of his house anyway. Being dragged out to a family event and being dragged out to the Capitol were two entirely different things though.

When Effie Trinket had appeared on his doorstep in the dead of winter, ranting about his phone and his stupidity and having to actually make the trip to Twelve for him, he had stared at her completely stunned and certain she was a hallucination. That had lasted until she forced him in his shower, complaining about the cameras waiting outside and the state of him and the schedule. She had forced him into a suit, had trimmed his hair before allowing him to step outside and had threatened to unleash a prep team on him if he didn't shave the out of control beard eating half his face.

Effie Trinket could be scary.

Effie Trinket in a red and green giant dress with red ribbons waved in a puffy white wig was terrifying.

It had only been when she had deemed him camera ready that she had consented to explain that there was a special event for the holidays this year and that almost every victor was called back to the city.

Other floors must have been crowded, he mused, taking another sip of his wine. There were five victors on Eleven's floor only and Chaff spent most of his time in the penthouse to flee the madness.

"At least we're together." Finnick continued. "That's always fun."

"Yeah, boy, we know you miss us the rest of the year." Chaff snorted with fondness.

"Do we have to keep the tree though?" Haymitch grumbled.

"Effie left specific instructions." Four's victor grinned. "The whole place must be decorated before she comes back."

Haymitch rolled his eyes. Cunning. When she had tried to convince him to help her with the decorating, he had almost tossed the box at her head. She knew he wouldn't refuse the boy and Finnick was eager for Christmas. The kid was sixteen – really, he should have been too old to get excited about this and yet there he was, bouncing everywhere like an overgrown toddler, his eyes wide and twinkling every they fell on anything Christmassy.

"And far from you to disappoint the lady, right?" Chaff chortled in his glass. "I swear, you're worse than Haymitch with that crush of yours."

"I don't have a crush." Finnick and Haymitch said at the same time. They looked at each other and Haymitch lifted a pointed eyebrow at the boy. "You better not." he warned. "She's too old for you. Plus, she's a pain in the ass. You want a nice girl."

"Effie's nice." the boy immediately protested.

"She's very much a pain in the ass." Chaff nodded wisely, leaning in to pour himself some more mulled wine. "Haymitch just happens to like them better that way. Right, buddy?"

"Just stay away from Capitols." he insisted, very much ignoring his friend. "Stay away while you still can."

Finnick shot him a puzzled glance but didn't pursue that avenue of thought, too focused on the tree and the tinsels. Chaff didn't offer a comment but the look he gave him was disapproving enough. It wasn't Haymitch's place to talk about that, it was Mags', and she would break it to him when she judged it the right time. Haymitch hoped it wouldn't be necessary for a long time yet but he knew that was an empty wish. The boy was sixteen now and too pretty for his own good.

Finnick had been through enough shit and there was entirely much worse to come so Haymitch granted him this moment of childish innocence. When the kid was done decorating the tree and started hanging tinsels and Christmas lights everywhere, Haymitch didn't even protest.

"At least, Trinket will be happy." he muttered to Chaff while the boy was otherwise busied.

"Not sure she'll be happy when she sees how much mistletoe he's hanging." Eleven's victor retorted. "Say, boy, you're trying to trap her under it or what?"

Finnick flashed them his wolfish grin and wriggled his eyebrows.

"Seriously." Haymitch frowned. "She's too old for you."

"Maybe you're too old for her." Four's victor replied, clearly amused. "You're what… Ten years older than her? Pretty sure she'd like someone closer to her age."

Haymitch chuckled. "Good try, kid. I'm closer than you are."

"Yeah?" Chaff asked, surprised. "How old is dear old Trinket exactly? Thought that would be classified information…"

"It is." a shrill voice announced and in stormed Effie Trinket, wearing a blinding white dress made of fur that made her look like a polar bear. "I do hope you didn't drink all the wine. I had the most tedious afternoon."

Haymitch's glass was snatched away from his hand as she passed by, pausing long enough to admire the tree and congratulate Finnick on a job well done. She took a long mouthful of his wine and he should have been annoyed but there was something satisfying in seeing her using his glass because he knew she didn't do that with just anyone. Only her closest friends were granted that privilege and he didn't quite know how he felt knowing he belonged to that circle.

"Thought you were going to your parents', sweetheart?" he frowned.

"Like I said." she sighed. "Tedious."

"I bet." Chaff mocked. "Must be hard being a spoiled brat, love."

Effie's face remained schooled in a mask of perfect indifference – as often when she talked to Chaff – but Haymitch glimpsed the flash of weariness in her eyes.

"Why, none of you has been arrested for one of your usual drunk antics yet!" she switched topic. "It is truly the season of miracles…"

Haymitch mostly stayed out of the conversation, watching as she fell into the familiar bantering that was a little too aggressive to be comfortable with Chaff with the occasional flirting comment from Finnick. She was putting on a show, he thought. She talked and laughed too loud, smiled too hard and her eyes were too bright. The mulled wine was helping though. They were all gulping generous amount of it and soon, they were all very merry and lacking booze.

Effie was the first to walk to the cart to fix herself a cocktail but Haymitch wasn't far behind, feeling the need for stronger stuff than wine.

"Mistletoe!" Finnick laughed, when they came to stand together next to the cart.

Haymitch looked up, annoyed to find said mistletoe hanging over his head. Effie looked amused and without thinking twice about it, she planted a kiss on his cheek.

"That's so not a proper kiss!" Finnick protested and Haymitch wondered how much exactly the kid had to drink. "I can show you if you'd like, Effie."

"Smooth, boy. Real smooth." Chaff snorted. "Come on, love, the boy's right. That's not a proper kiss."

"You're a pain, Chaff." Haymitch sighed, leaning in to peck her lips, knowing they wouldn't hear the end of it until they had shared a mouth to mouth kiss anyway. It was too brief for her to have time to decide if she wanted to respond or not.

"Still not a proper kiss." Eleven's victor declared, shaking his head. "What do you say, boy?"

Finnick shook his head too, obviously delighted by the prospect of teasing them into embarrassment.

Effie rolled her eyes, coiled her hand behind his neck and pulled. Her mouth crashed against his, her tongue probing at his lips until they parted to grant her entrance. The kiss was forceful and dirty and the things she could do with her tongue…

He gasped for air when she drew back and leveled a haughty gaze at Chaff and Finnick who were watching, gob smacked.

"Is that enough of a kiss for you, gentlemen?" she taunted, walking back to the couch with a pronounced sway of her hips.

Haymitch licked his lips and downed his glass of whiskey but it wasn't enough to chase the taste of her away.

He suddenly wasn't so unhappy about the mistletoe Finnick had hung everywhere.