Prompt: I really liked that story where Haymitch met someone from his past (and old victor and I think her name was Alina). That gave an idea: what if there was a victor Effie really likes, someone who almost never go to the capital and she finally have a chance to meet him and she's like fangirling and Haymitch gets jealous and she has to reassure him he is still her favorite victor! Do you think this could work ? Thanks in advance. =^-^=

Technically Speaking

His arm was grabbed rather violently and nails dug painfully in the flesh of his forearm. He shrugged Trinket off abruptly with a scowl. "Dammit, woman, watch the claws!"

A few heads turned toward them but the attention passed quickly. The City circle was packed and the area reserved to victors, escorts and stylists was full of people waiting for the parade to begin. Twelve's pitiful team of two people was hardly the center of attention.

"Look! It's him!" his escort whispered with unchecked glee, repeatedly slamming her palm against his thigh in her enthusiasm. "Oh my, I can't believe he is really here! Do you know how long it has been since he last came to the Capitol?"

Haymitch glanced down the rows of victors and Capitols, studying the victor of the Fifty-fourth Hunger Games with little to none interest. Gareth Holis was the epitome of what Haymitch disliked in a victor: arrogant, cocky and not haunted enough by his actions – or at least so good at pretending he wasn't that he had managed to convince even the other victors.

"Five years." he answered with a shrug. "Could have been longer if you ask me."

It was the tenth year anniversary of his victory and apparently Gareth had decided he would mentor to celebrate it.

"Oh, hush, Haymitch, hush." she beamed. "He always was one of my absolute favorites! I only got to meet him once at a party a couple of years after he won… We were never properly introduced."

"I thought I was your favorite." he grumbled.

"I am absolutely certain I never said that." she retorted.

"He won't give you the time of day." he spat. "You're my escort and we've never been friends." Not to say they had never managed to have a civil conversation. They were around the same age but Haymitch had never taken a liking to him.

"We are not friends either." Trinket pointed out smugly. "See, we already have something in common."

Haymitch shook his head, annoyance and irritation flickering in his chest for no good reason. "If he fucks you, he'll drop you as soon as he's done, just so you know. Don't go thinking you're going to live a love story. You'll get your tiny heart crushed."

"Are you worried about me, Haymitch?" she beamed. "How sweet."

"I'm not worried." he spat. "Couldn't care less."

She flashed him a knowing smile that angered him even more but when she hooked her arm around his again, he let her.

"You are a Quell victor." she declared. "Technically speaking, he can never rival with you."

As much as he hated taking any credits for anything related to his Games, he sat a little straighter.

"See, I knew I was your favorite, Trinket." he smirked.

She rolled her eyes but the smile remained attached to her lips.

He didn't mind it so much.