prompt Hads :haymitch is at a party and there are strippers and a hot brunette stripper starts giving him a lap dance, effie sees and is super jealous and storms out only to have haymitch run after her and telling her shes the only one he wants

The Worst Kind Of People

"For the first time in my life I can sincerely say I'm behind the theme party." Chaff chortled, lifting his glass of whiskey in a toast. Haymitch smirked and took a sip of his own, shaking his head when his best friend openly leered at one of the passing waitresses. "Wouldn't mind that being literal either…"

This time, he couldn't help himself and let out a round of chuckles, letting his own eyes wander. They were sitting at a table in a corner, as was their habit, and they had quite the view. He wasn't sure who had the idea to make this victory party a sin party but he couldn't claim he hated the idea either. The waitresses and waiters were all dressed in fishnets and clothes that didn't cover much at all. The lights were dimmed and reddish, giving the whole place the overdone appearance of a brothel's main room – and he would know, Chaff had dragged him to one enough times in his youth. Most Capitols had faked gasps of shocks only to giggle between themselves at the delicious scandal of it all when they had discovered the setting.

They couldn't have been that surprised though because they were all dressed in accordance to the theme. Even in the city, he had never seen so many people dressed in leather, chains and stuff that, he figured, were supposed to be kinky.

His own escort was wearing a short red leather dress with a thin silver chain for a belt, thigh boots with endless laces and an even more outrageous make-up than usual. She was wearing the bob cut raven wig too – the one he actually didn't mind because it looked normal enough and he did find it sexy.

She hadn't been very pleased at the theme though. She had been muttering that the whole thing was tacky since late afternoon and she had actually wrinkled her nose when they had made their entrance.

It was a sin party alright, though. People were kissing and making out in every corner. There were big heavy red drapes falling from the ceiling in various spots of the room that he was pretty sure couples were taking advantage of… It was all so Capitol…

"Where's your girl?" Chaff asked, amusement in his voice. "Won't lie… Given tonight's get up, I expected her to stick to you like glue. Doesn't like you eyeing other women, yeah?"

"Not my girl." he snapped entirely by reflex. He gave it five seconds, before shrugging. "By the bar."

Chaff laughed his bark of a laugh and Haymitch scorned. It wasn't like he was keeping an eye on her, not at all. It was just that this party was tacky and there were people in the city who had troubles taking no for an answer. Like her asshole of a brother-in-law who was currently in his cup on the other side of the room and chatting up a purple-wigged woman like his own wife wasn't somewhere in the crowd. Effie looked like a prostitute that night – all the women did – and he didn't want any problem. Not because he cared. She was just good at her job and it would be hard to replace her.

She had mingled for a while and he had made sure to keep tracks but she had been next to the bar for at least a good fifteen minutes now, talking to Six's escort. They were sharing a cigarette from what he could tell – and probably lamenting on the theme of the party because Livia didn't seem any happier than Effie was with her outfit or what was going on around them.

People were drunk or high and Haymitch was starting to wonder if the whole thing was going to turn into an orgy before long given what some of them were up to.

"You're pacing yourself." Chaff rebuked, reaching for the bottle of whiskey. He topped both of their glasses again before putting it down to grab his own. "Hoping to get lucky?"

"Stop it." he mumbled.

"Must be nice…" Eleven victor half-mocked, half-sighed. "Not having to hunt for a lay. If Vile-o-la was less of a bitch…"

Haymitch shot him a dubious glance. "Like you never tried to fuck Summercket."

"Oh, I tried…" Chaff nodded sadly. "Almost lost my other hand."

Haymitch shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You win some, you lose some."

"Seems to me like some are harder to lose than others." his friend commented with a pointed look for the woman next to the bar.

Haymitch pretended he didn't understand the gibe or the implicit warning. He had never admitted that he and Effie were having sex. He would never admit it – simply because at that point it was second-nature to deny even if it was a bit ridiculous because almost everyone in the Games business had figured it out and there was no way Snow didn't know about their sex affair. It was just sex. It didn't need to be made into a big deal. He knew Chaff disapproved because it had been going on for a few years by now and he felt getting involved with a Capitol – an escort, no less – was dangerous. He got that loud and clear. Chaff simply refused to understand that he wasn't involved. Effie was his friend when she wasn't being a bitch. He liked her when he didn't hate her. He enjoyed her company when he didn't loathe her for her way of life. She was a friend. A friend he happened to like having sex with. No more no less.

The music suddenly turned up, a quicker beat of bass and drums that saved him from having to address the issue. An excited murmur washed over the crowd, the anticipation rising, right before some of the red drapes fell down, revealing pole dance bars and people in even skimpier clothes than the waiters. If that could be called clothes at all.

The women weren't wearing much, glittery thongs and tassels on their nipples, leaving their breasts to bounce around when they started to lusciously move… As for the guys, they only had thongs on and those weren't doing a good job at keeping everything covered.

"Seriously? Strippers?" he sputtered.

He thought he had seen it all in that city but, clearly, he had been mistaken. Not that he really minded though. It wasn't a bad show.

Chaff had his eye riveted on one of the strippers, the woman had purple hair and a purple get-up, and seemed to like being upside down, her legs wrapped around that pole…

"You're in love yet?" Haymitch mocked, giving him a soft kick under the table.

"For the night." Chaff answered without breaking eye contact. "I'm fucking her."

It wasn't a challenge or a hopeful statement, it was a fact. Chaff wanted her and so he would find a way to have her that night. Eleven's victor was extremely good at convincing women to sleep with him. The stripper wasn't oblivious to his sudden interest either. She tossed him a few heated looks.

Haymitch shook his head and took a sip of his whiskey, aware it should be his last glass. He was happy in his buzz for now. More and he would cross the line into drunkenness which meant Effie wouldn't want to sleep with him. And he really wanted to fuck her in that red dress and with those boots on.

He looked for her in the crowd, wondering if she would agree to leave so soon… It was still early by Capitol standards but the car was on stand-by like always, ready to take them back to the penthouse…

She wasn't at the bar anymore.

His eyes found hers easily enough though, despite the large amount of people. It was a gift they had. Finding each other in a crowd. She was next to a pole but instead of watching the dancer writhing on it, she was glaring at him.

He only understood why when Chaff shouted a greeting. The purple-haired stripper had gotten off her pedestal and had come over, a friend in tow. The friend had dark hair, a pink thong, pink tassels hanging from her large breasts, and she immediately made a beeline for him with a grin, pushing his chair back so she had room to work without asking for his permission.

She half shoved her breasts in his face.

Now, a part of him wasn't complaining at all about that particular treatment and that was why he remained sitting there, letting her wriggle in his lap, letting her guide his hands to her waist…

"We can go somewhere more private if you want…" the woman murmured in his ear, in a sultry voice. "I do all kind of exotic dancing…"

He briefly wondered if they were hired to pleasure the guests as well as dance and he pushed her away, not as gently as he probably should have. He had never paid for sex and he never would. He had been on the other end of that particular business transaction one time too many.

He immediately searched for Effie but didn't find her where he had last seen her. He shot out of the chair, his balance less coordinated than he would have liked, and took off in the lobby's direction, ignoring Chaff's calls to leave her be and enjoy.

He was annoyed to find he had a hard-on.

He was even more annoyed when that was the first thing Effie looked at when he finally caught up with her in the deserted lobby.

"Go back to the party." she encouraged him, in her cheerful awfully fake escort voice. "I have a headache. I will head home."

He grabbed her arm, feeling the urgency to explain himself before… He wasn't sure.

If he had been certain nobody would walk in and if there hadn't been Avoxes ready to hand out purses and coats, he might have pushed her against the wall. He was a little tempted to do that anyway, which tended to prove he wasn't as sober as he had thought.

"I didn't ask for it." he said, a bit too defensively.

She pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes and tilted her hair to the side. "You were not saying no, though."

He was a man. He was a man and a woman in next to nothing had sat on his lap and started undulating. He didn't think it was that surprising it had taken him a few minutes to react. Actually, he felt she should have congratulated him for reacting at all.

Besides, he shouldn't have to explain himself.

That wasn't what they were about. This thing was supposed to be easy, with no strings, no questions… He didn't like feeling like he had to justify himself, never mind over something that really wasn't that important. Or his fault for that matter.

He hated it when she was acting like that, all prissy and jealous and possessive and…

It was a lie.

He didn't hate it. He hated that she was angry with him and was likely to remain like that for a while, which meant she wouldn't let him close enough to touch her… He didn't hate that she was all ruffled feathers every time a woman got too close. He actually quite liked it when she tear the women to shreds over something apparently trivial, giving no hint at all that her problem was over him. He liked how cunning and smart she could be. It was a turn on.

But that was fun.

That was with women he had zero interest in to begin with – something she always seemed to know – not over strippers who had given him a lap dance – and a hard on.

He was debating hard between getting angry and playing nice, torn between the urge to remind her she wasn't the boss of him and the desire to make things okay between them fast.

He must have remained silent too long because she huffed, shrugged his hand off and stormed away to order their car to be brought up. The moment she stepped outside, it was a like a switch had been flicked. She smiled, waved and sent kisses to the fans gathered there, hoping to see someone famous. Haymitch stepped out and stood next to her, a lot less active in the feeding the beast department. He nodded and waved a few times and kept it at that.

When the car rolled down in front of them, he immediately nudged her toward it with a hand at the small of her back. She didn't give any hint that it was annoying her until she was safely enclosed in the limo. There, she slapped his hand off and glared at him before turning her head away, her chin stubbornly high.

He rolled his eyes, slammed the door shut and sat right next to her, ignoring the opposite bench seat where he would have been more comfortable.

"Come on." He sighed, placing his hand on her thigh. "Ain't like I walked in a strip-club and paid someone to do it…"

"Please, let's not pretend you never go to strip-clubs with your oaf of a friend." she scoffed. "Just because I act like I do not know about it does not mean I do not."

Ah.

Shit.

He hadn't thought she was aware of those outings.

He should have known better. She had a gift for finding out everything.

"I just watch." He winced, only too aware it didn't sound like a good defense.

"Of course." she humored him in a pleasant tone that was as fake as could be. "It is really none of my business. You can do whatever you please."

He sighed again, rubbing her leg. "Effie…"

"I am tired and I do not want to fight." she snapped.

"Then stop being a bitch." he spat. And then rethought that approach with another wince. "Look… If I want anyone giving me a lap-dance, it's you, alright?"

She actually looked away from the window to blink at him, clearly flabbergasted. "Is it supposed to make me feel better? Or is it supposed to be a compliment? Is it supposed to make want to strip down so you can tuck bills in my thong, perhaps?"

The thing was… She wasn't against role-playing – hell, she had introduced him to role-playing – and if he had played his cards right, she might have been willing to roll with it. Now though…

"I'm going about this all wrong…" he complained, squeezing her thigh. "Sweetheart…"

"Do not sweetheart me right now, Haymitch Abernathy." she warned.

Well. She must have been pissed. He didn't think she had ever used his full name like that before.

"What I'm saying…" he insisted and then lost track because… What was he saying anyway? "I'm saying I've been thinking about you and that dress and what I'd do to you in that dress ever since you walked out of your room earlier." He was a bit hesitant, ready to grab her wrist if she tried to slap him. "I'm saying… I'm saying I really don't fucking care about…"

"You had an erection." she cut him off, drily. "Was that from thinking about me or from what she was doing to you, I wonder?"

The car slowed down to a stop. She stepped out before he could try to stop her. There were still some people gathered outside the Training Center and she immediately slipped into business mode, cheerful smile on her lips, eyes bright… The perfect picture of happiness.

Haymitch didn't even bother to school his features when he hauled himself out of the car and walked after her. He grabbed her arm, not even caring that they were still outside, on the path to the main doors where – per instructions and because of past incidents – they weren't supposed to stay too long because the safety barriers that kept the fans from rushing them really weren't that sturdy.

"She was practically naked and she was sitting on me." he growled, low enough that his voice wouldn't carry. "I ain't dead, sweetheart."

"My apologies. I am being unfair." she deadpanned. "I will make sure you get a medal for resisting the charms of a naked woman."

He lost his temper and raised his voice. "I didn't even look!"

It echoed.

And the fans were taking pictures, exchanging excited whispers, eager for one of their famous fights maybe… Or for more gossip. She was glaring at him again and she was right to, there was no way this wouldn't get back to Caesar and the chances that they wouldn't be called on set to explain themselves the next day were limited.

Wisely, he let go of her arm, still seething with irritation and stormed all the way to the door where the nervous Peacekeepers were waiting.

"Don't stay out there so long." one of them reminded him in a brisk tone.

Effie, who was hot on his heels, shot the man a disdainful look. "I will do what the hell I please."

"Easy." he snapped. The last thing they needed right now was getting in trouble with Peacekeepers.

"Do not dare talk to me like that either." she retorted, glaring at him and at the Peacekeeper in turn before pushing past them and into the lobby. "Men!"

He exchanged a look with the Peacekeeper who looked more amused than angry. The guy even had the nerves to snort. "Good luck."

Haymitch sneered at him, not appreciating the comment.

How she could be so quick on those heels would always, always puzzle him. She was already abusing the elevator call button when he caught up with her.

"Can you calm down five minutes and realize you're being overdramatic?" he requested.

"Overdramatic?" she huffed.

"Yeah." he spat. Just as the elevator doors opened. He followed her inside. "Could have stayed there. Could have fucked her. Could have…"

She pushed him against the wall just as the doors were closing. Next thing he knew. She was biting down on his neck. Hard. Hard enough that he sucked in a pained breath.

She immediately stepped back, eyes wide. "I am sorry. I…"

He covered the bite with his hand, not entirely surprised to find it was bleeding a little.

"Okay." He chuckled, bitter chuckles. "That happened."

"I am so sorry." she repeated, her blue eyes filling with tears. "I do not know what came over me. I…"

She looked so upset that he reached out and tugged her closer to his chest, a bit relieved when she slumped against him and didn't try to struggle away – or bite him again. He ignored the chime telling they had arrived too.

What had happened was that they were the worst people for each other. What had happened was that they were toxic in the worst sense possible. He craved her like he craved liquor and addictions were always self-destructive.

"You don't need to chew on me to mark me as yours, you know." he snorted. All things considered, it was a little funny.

"I am so sorry." she said again, her voice breaking. "I did not want to hurt you. Well… Yes, I did. But I did not want to act on it and…"

"I'm gonna make sure never mentioning fucking another woman again when you're within earshot." he taunted, coiling his hand around her nape. "And I really wasn't interested in that girl."

"I know." she admitted. "I just really did not like it."

He imagined having to watch as a male stripper rubbed himself on her and tightened his embrace a little. "Okay. We're good now, Princess?"

She sniffed, obviously trying to get herself back under control, and eventually pressed a soft kiss against the abused skin of his neck. It was sweet but it hurt all the more for it.

"I will play the stripper for you." she offered as an apology.

He made a face. "Another day, yeah?"

He was bit off the whole stripper fantasy at the moment. Maybe because his neck was throbbing from her biting it.

"But I want to make it up to you." she argued stubbornly. Her face lit up suddenly and a devilish grin stretched her lips. He tensed when she brought her mouth close to his ear and sucked on his earlobe but if she noticed she didn't let on. And since she didn't bite anything he relaxed. "I will suck you off." she whispered in his ear. "Would you like that?"

"Depends." he snorted, stretching his arm to hit the doors button so they could get out and steering her toward the penthouse corridor. "You're gonna try to bite my dick off?"

He got a whack on his arm for his troubles.

He didn't pass on her offer though. It was worth the risk.