Prompt: Can you please write one where in the Capitol they have their own TV show version of game of thrones, and their offering Effie a part but in some of her scenes she has to appear nude in. Haymitch finds out about the show and doesn't want Effie to do it because maybe he cant stand the idea of men watching her being n***. Thanks your the best !

A Producer, A Role And A Denial

Haymitch never quite managed to drown those parties' noises in whiskey but it didn't stop him from trying again and again.

Listening to his escort's fake laugh as she flirted with another sponsor, looking up from his glass often enough to flash a charming smile or a wink at the woman they were hopelessly trying to convince… Night after night, day after day, year after year… The same old routine.

It was one of those times when she had managed to rope him into helping instead of drinking somewhere until he passed out drunk. He glanced at the corner of the room where Finnick, Chaff and Jo were gathered. His friends looked like they were having fun.

He would have preferred to have fun.

He shuffled his weight from one foot to the other and got a brief warning glare for his trouble. He could almost hear Effie's voice in his head. No fidgeting. Fidgeting implied he was bored or annoyed by the sponsor's conversation.

Well, he was.

There was only so long he could take talking about cats – or, more accurately, listening to them shouting about cats, to be heard over the loud music.

Eventually, the woman wandered away and they were left alone.

"Waste of time." he mumbled in her ear.

"If you did not look so grim." she sighed reproachfully. She opened her mouth, to chide him some more probably, but quickly switched tracks. In a flash, she was smiling brightly again, entirely dedicated to her bubbly persona. "Anton! How lovely to see you."

He watched, frowning a little, as Effie exchanged air kisses with a man far too old for her – well given her tastes, he wasn't that old for her; age didn't matter with her, it was all about the size of the wallet. The guy gave him a cursory glance and nodded but didn't seem really eager to talk to him. Haymitch only nodded back when Effie's elbow painfully collided with his side.

"I was hoping to see you." the man said with a fake professional smile Haymitch had learned to spot a mile away. "Did you have time to consider my proposition?"

"It is very flattering." she answered without batting an eyelash.

"And we are eager to have you on as a guest." Anton replied, equally nonplussed. "I trust your lawyer passed along my offer? You do not come cheap but we are willing to pay the price."

"Salary is not what is holding me back. As you are well aware." she dismissed.

"Ridiculous." the man declared, far too flamboyant to be sincere. "You have nothing to be ashamed about. It is art, Effie. Do think it over. Take all the time you need."

The man was gone before Haymitch could ask what it was all about. He scowled though, not liking the sound of it one bit.

"What's that about salary?" he growled. "You're leaving?"

She studied him for a second, puzzled, and then actually laughed.

"Absolutely not. He is a producer. He offered me a guest role in a TV show." she explained. "It would not be a full-time job. Simply a few apparitions. A queen, if I am not mistaken."

"Your kind of role, then." he sneered, still irritated with the whole thing. He didn't know why but something wasn't sitting well with him. And a huge part of it had to do with her shifty gaze. She never avoided his eyes unless she was trying to hide something from him. "So…" he asked, letting his voice trail in fake disinterest as he took a sip of whiskey. "If the pay's good and you can play at ordering people around all day… What's the hold up?"

She pursed her lips.

She was annoyed or embarrassed.

Sure sign that there was something she wasn't saying.

"If you must know… Even though it would be a terrific opportunity and I would be loathe to refuse it…" she hesitated. "Well… There are naked scenes involved. The show is known for it. I am simply not sure I…"

"Should have told him to go fuck himself right away." he snapped "You're not doing that crap. Right?" There was a moment of awkward silence that the upbeat music didn't manage to cover. He scoffed. "You're not showing your ass on national TV."

She didn't need it.

She was famous enough.

Staring in a popular show… It wasn't worth it.

"Language." she rebuked immediately, glancing around to make sure nobody had heard. "It would not be crass… Their love scenes are actually…"

"Love scenes?" He almost choked on his whiskey. "No. Fucking. Way."

She lifted her eyebrows and studied him coldly. "Are you telling me what to do now?"

"Yeah." he growled. "'Cause you're stupid enough to think you need that shit. You're a slut for fame."

She narrowed her eyes, all cheerfulness washing off her face.

"What did you just call me?" she hissed.

"Tell me it's not true." he challenged with a scoff. "You're not doing it. You're not getting naked on national TV." She was glaring harder and he was grasping at straws. "Not really proper, yeah? Can't have that. You're proper. That's your thing. You're a lady, yeah?"

"You keep telling me I am not, don't you?" she riposted.

"Who cares what I say?" he grumbled, making a face. "Look…"

"Are you jealous?" she hummed with a certain amusement.

"Jealous of what?" he spat. "Don't care." But the idea of her ass and tits out there… Of her pretending to have sex with a man in front of a camera… It was making him sick and he downed his glass. It was bad enough when it was only lingerie modeling. He used to love that but lately… He didn't like people gawking at her or knowing what she looked like without clothes on. It was his privilege. She loved modeling and he wouldn't… But this was different. This was… "Don't do that stuff."

His tone was almost begging.

She studied him for a second, her eyes darting up and down his body, and then waved her hand.

"Very well." she surrendered. He stood straighter and she rolled her eyes. "Do not be so cocky. You do not get to decide for me, I do. Let us be clear. This is my decision."

"Sure." he smirked, steering her away with a hand at the small of her back. He was in a much better mood now. "Let's try to snatch a sponsor, yeah?"

She wasn't quite oblivious to what he was doing but she agreed all the same.

She had the good taste of keeping her beaming smile to herself.