Prompt: I love the stories with finnick, chaff and johanna so they could be on the cover with haymitch and effie and decide to play truth or dare and the questions and challenges are pretty hot, they try to make them both jealous and challenge them to kiss and they don't want to stop anymore. I would love to read something hot and fun! I love your stories, you are great!

Truth Or Consequences

"You're a cheater and one day I'll prove it." Johanna grumbled as they made their way back to the table the other victors were holding for them.

Effie was drunk and she knew it. Drunk enough that she wasn't quite as steady on her heels as she would have liked but not drunk enough not to beat Johanna Mason at a game of pool.

"You are a sore loser." she shot back, barely avoiding colliding with a girl in skanky clothes who was trying to make eyes at Finnick. "It is called talent."

The bar was downright shabby and she would never have been caught dead in that part of town under normal circumstances. Going out with Haymitch and his merry band of friends was never normal circumstances. She had tagged along with the express purpose of keeping an eye on them and stop them from doing something she would have to yell at them for later. She had known they would likely visit an establishment she wouldn't approve of. She hadn't known they would end up in what was probably the most decrepit bar in all the city.

She wasn't actually certain it wasn't a brothel in disguise.

The women certainly all looked like they were there for a single purpose. And the men… Well, the men leered at her but she was used to that. There was cause to leer. She was wearing a particularly lovely dress made entirely of black leather except for a large band in the front that was all zebra fur. The fur was soft and Haymitch had spent half the night finding excuses to run his hand over it, it was no wonder other men wanted to do that too. Besides, the dark wig cut into an impish bob, the broad silver necklace and bangles on her arms and the black and gold make-up on her face made her look quite… savage. She usually preferred pastels and light tones for her skin but this worked quite well too.

Still, she had been so horrified when they had stepped foot in there – and she was fairly sure the only reason they were in that bar in the first place was because Chaff had hoped it would scare her off – she had been determined not to drink and to drag them all back to the Center at the first opportunity. She wasn't quite sure how she had ended up downing so many shots of tequila but then again, she never was. Johanna, no doubt. The younger woman had goaded her into a drinking contest and Effie had never been able to resist proving her superiority…

She had a rule about getting drunk in public and that rule was: don't. The only times she allowed herself to get lost in alcohol or recreational drugs were when she was certain at one hundred percent that she was safe where she was – and in the city that was never a given, you had to be sure of the place as well as of the people.

Victors had a gift for making her break her rules – or Haymitch did, rather; she felt safe enough with him anywhere and everywhere that she knew nothing would happen to her if she cut herself some slack.

She tripped as they neared the victors' table and if Finnick's hand hadn't shot out and guided her safely unto his lap, she would have fallen flat on her face. She laughed, finding the whole thing hilarious, and tossed her arms around Four's victor's neck. "My hero."

"Yeah, yeah… " Haymitch grumbled, pulling on her arm so she would slid on the empty chair between him and Finnick. She pressed a thank you kiss to Finnick's cheek before obediently sliding off his lap, ignoring Chaff's bark of a laughter. Twelve's victor leaned closer to study her face and pouted in annoyance. "You're torched, sweetheart."

She batted her eyelashes, refused to retort that she was less drunk than he was and stole the half-full glass of whiskey he had been nursing. She downed it in one go before handing it back, lifting an eyebrow in challenge.

"Oh, I love it when she's like that…" Chaff mocked, still laughing.

"So drunk she doesn't know what she's doing?" Haymitch retorted, pouring himself another glass from the bottle of whiskey they had bought from the bar.

"I know what I will be doing later if you are nice to me…" she purred, resting her head against his shoulder.

It took her a second to realize why everyone was laughing – save from Johanna who was scowling. Haymitch's chuckles were uneasy but genuine enough, probably because he was well in his glass too.

"We can hear you, you know?" Finnick offered in a stage-whisper that made her blush up to her roots.

Right.

They could hear them.

"I only meant sleep." she huffed.

"Sure, you did…" Chaff taunted. "That's why you're smearing make-up all over Haymitch's shirt."

She hadn't realized she was nuzzling his shoulder either. He was just comfortable. And standing upright was starting to demand efforts.

She sat a little more properly with a pout.

"You are no fun." she accused Eleven's victor petulantly.

Again, it triggered a round of hilarity that she didn't really understand but all she cared about was that Haymitch snorted and moved his left arm so his hand was on the back of her chair. He did it very casually and it wasn't at all an invitation but she took it all the same and snuggled against his side.

"Fuck, are you gonna regret this in the morning." he teased, bringing his glass to his lips with his free hand. "That's why you shouldn't try to match Jo drink for drink, sweetheart."

"I won." she grumbled. "It was a tie." Finnick reminded her. "Which is why you went playing pool. To see who wins."

"And I won." she insisted her pout deepening. "Why are you being mean to me? I won. You cannot take it away from me. I won."

She was getting worked up and Finnick was watching her as if she was growing a second hand. She was glad when Haymitch sighed and moved the arm behind her to wrap it around her shoulders.

"You won, Princess." he confirmed. "Kicked her ass even."

"She so didn't." Jo sneered. "She cheated."

"I didn't!" she exclaimed, standing straighter. At which point had she started leaning against Haymitch's chest so much? "Haymitch, tell her I did not! She's lying!" Chaff was hiccupping into his fist and his face was very red. It distracted her for a moment but then she caught sight of Johanna's sneer and she glowered. "Haymitch!"

There was another long suffering sigh. Her victor brought the glass to his lips and seemed to think better of it. He placed it back down.

"You're a pain in my ass." he declared. It was so uncalled for that she felt her eyes feel with tears. He looked a little scared for a moment. "Fine. Fine. First off, Effie ain't a cheater. Second, she beats your ass at pool on a regular basis so I'm saying she won fair and square."

She didn't even look at Johanna. She beamed at Haymitch and even let out a small pleased squeal. He wasn't expecting the kiss on his cheek, so close to his mouth it was almost improper, and he blinked several time once she had settled back against his side.

"Right." he said, clearing his throat. "Maybe it's time to call it a night, yeah?"

"Why? I'm not wasted yet." Chaff complained. "And your escort finally lost the pole in her ass… She's fun like that."

"She's really drunk, Chaff." Finnick objected.

Finnick, Effie decided, was probably the most sober of them all.

"I do not want to go yet." she decided. "I want more tequila."

"You heard the lady, Haymitch." Chaff shrugged. "She wants more tequila."

He gestured one of the waitresses before Haymitch and Finnick could protest some more.

"We can't go yet." Jo hissed. "It's one on one. I won the drinking, she won the pool game. Sort of. We need to get a tie breaker."

"Want to start a kissing contest?" Chaff suggested, almost hopefully. "Cause I'm all about a kissing contest."

"What are you?" Haymitch scoffed, tightening his hold on her shoulders. "Twelve?" The waitress placed down a large tray full of dozens and dozens of shots in all the color of the rainbow on their table. Effie squealed and immediately grabbed one of the pink ones before Jo could steal it. "Easy." Haymitch growled, almost knocking it out of her hand. "Pace yourself or I'm gonna call the car."

Effie downed the shot and glared at him. "Why are you being so boring tonight?"

"'Cause I'm less drunk than you are." he deadpanned.

That was terrible news because she could tell he was pretty drunk. If he hadn't been, he would never have wrapped his arm around her shoulders in the first place.

"So, kissing contest?" Chaff insisted, stealing one of the shots. "I can get behind a kissing contest."

"I wouldn't mind." Finnick shot them that wolfish grin of his.

Effie decided she wouldn't have minded either all things considered. She didn't mind kissing Finnick or Haymitch and she could suffer Chaff's lips on her for a good reason…

"No way." Jo made a face. "I ain't kissing you or Finnick."

Chaff's eyes were dancing with a teasing spark. "But you've got no problem kissing Haymitch."

Effie let out such a growling sound that it shocked even her. Her hand was suddenly on Haymitch's thigh, fingers digging deep in his flesh…

They all stared at her for a second before Chaff and Finnick burst out laughing again. The top of Haymitch's ears was pink when he leaned it to whisper to her. "Easy, tiger. Nobody's kissing me but you."

"They better not." she hissed back, staring straight at him.

She would have staked her claim right then and there if there hadn't been a faint voice at the back of her skull reminding her that she needed to tread carefully.

Haymitch's gaze dropped to her lips and that wasn't helping her think clearly.

Oh, that was why they never got drunk at the same time, she suddenly remembered… They couldn't trust themselves…

"Truth or dare." Johanna suddenly snapped, her voice dropping with loathing.

Effie blinked a little and turned back to Johanna, leaning against Haymitch's side once more. "Truth or dare?"

"We can go back to the Center…" Haymitch reminded her, the words a little slurred.

His thumb was slowly running up and down the side of her neck. She didn't think he was aware of it but she knew the others had seen. She should move away, the voice at the back of her head insisted, deny… Her drunk self was happy with the situation though. Let them see, she wanted to shout.

"Bring it on." she retorted instead.

She would not pass on a challenge.

"Now that's gonna be interesting…" Chaff remarked, plucking a yellow shot from the tray.

Effie selected a green one and downed it, tossing her head back. It brought it right on top of Haymitch's shoulder and she left it there for a moment longer than necessary. He smelt good. Well… Perhaps not good because he was getting sweaty and the fumes of the bar were starting to stick to him like she was certain they were sticking to her but he smelt like Haymitch and that made her mouth water and she wanted…

"Do you have my clutch?" she asked him.

He wordlessly fished it from the pocket of his coat where he had wedged it at her request and handed it over. It was small and she didn't have much in there. Her credit card, her ID, mints, a packet of cigarettes and her silver lighter. She took out the cigarettes.

"Oh, you mind, love?" Chaff asked.

She shook her head and, because Eleven's victor was actually not being insufferable that night, she wedged it between her own lips and lit it for him before handing it over, knowing lightning cigarettes was tricky with his stump.

He thanked her.

Johanna didn't when she grabbed one.

Haymitch grumbled. "Do you all have to?"

She turned her head and bumped her nose against his jaw. It was enough to stop his protests. He hated her smocking but she hated him drinking so if she could live with it, so could he. She gave it up regularly but it never really stuck.

Still, because she was nice, she kept the cigarette in her left hand and blew the smoke away from him.

"Are we doing this or not?" she challenged Johanna.

Seven's victor was glaring daggers at her. Maybe because Haymitch's thumb was still doing things to her neck.

"Truth or dare?" Jo challenged, downing a blue shot.

"Ground rules." Finnick cut in, sounding a little more serious. "Dares have to stay acceptable, alright? Nothing dangerous." He spared Johanna a mild glare. "And, yeah, anything that involves blood is considered dangerous. So that knife or yours stays in your boot."

"No sleeping with anyone either." Chaff added and, when everyone looked at him in surprise, he shrugged. "Trinket's really drunk and we all know she won't back down from a dare. Not that Haymitch's gonna let anyone touch her but…"

The teasing didn't agree with Haymitch but Effie didn't let it bother her. She knew he wouldn't let anyone touch her. She was happy with that right at that moment.

"Truth." she said, selecting a green shot.

"Are you fucking Haymitch?" Johanna shot back, in a very predictable way.

Haymitch tensed against her side but Effie was relaxed as you pleased when she downed the glass. "Not currently."

She flicked ashes in the empty shot glass.

"You lie, you lose." Johanna hissed, triumphant.

"Did I lie?" she hummed. "I am currently sitting on a chair, smoking and drinking, not frolicking with my victor…"

She purred the last two words and Haymitch shifted. She couldn't help a grin. She knew what that tone of voice did to him, never mind how possessive she sounded…

"That's cheating." Seven's victor declared.

"That's smart." Chaff decided, shaking his head. "Point to Trinket. Your turn, Jo. Truth or dare?"

Johanna practically sneered. "Dare."

Of course.

"Drink all the remaining shots." Effie demanded.

"Effie, that's a lot of tequila." Finnick disapproved.

"Fuck off, Odair, I can handle it." Jo replied.

It took the victor three minutes to finish the tray because she had to regularly pause and convince herself she wasn't going to be sick. Chaff spent the three minutes cheering her on, Finnick cautioning her to stop… Effie spent the three minutes discreetly squeezing and rubbing Haymitch's thigh under the table and Haymitch spent the three minutes getting worked up…

Finally, Johanna slammed the last empty glass shot on the table and glared at Effie. "Truth or dare?"

Because she knew that if she chose truth Seven's victor would simply ask the very same question with more precise terms, she smiled. "Dare."

Irritation and loathing danced on Johanna's face but it was soon erased by a very pleased expression. "Kiss Chaff. Real proper kiss. With tongue. Sitting on his lap."

Haymitch's arm tightened around her shoulders and he glared at Johanna. "How old are you, seriously?"

Drunk men should not try to utter the word seriously.

"It is fine." Effie promised. "It is just one kiss."

She wouldn't have sat on Chaff's lap if she could have avoided it and she did look around the bar just in case people were taking pictures or something like that but the only advantage in being in the worst bar in the city was that nobody cared about them. Those people had more pressing concerns than victors and escorts.

"Like hell it is." Haymitch spat.

"I'll keep my hand where you can see it, buddy." Chaff mocked, lifting both stump and hand in the air.

"You better." Effie huffed, standing up. "You will burn me with the cigarette otherwise."

"My lady's wish is my command." Chaff grinned, dropping what was left of his smoke into an empty shot glass. "Now, come here or lose."

"Effie." Haymitch growled, fingers coiling around her wrist.

"What's the matter, old man?" Johanna challenged. "Thought you weren't fucking her? What do you care if she rides another victor?"

"Nobody said anything about riding." Effie huffed, gently shaking Haymitch's grip off. Walking around the table was a little of an issue. Her head was spinning and she felt the weight of all the alcohol she had drank far more firmly than she had when she had been sitting.

"Now I'm disappointed." Chaff chuckled.

"Effie." Haymitch insisted, getting angrier by the second.

"I knew this was going to end badly…" Finnick sighed. "Look, Effie, just call it quit and…"

"Effie Trinket does not quit, I will have you know." she huffed, dropping on Chaff's lap.

It was almost a relief to be sitting down again.

She made sure to keep her legs on the same side. There would be no riding, thank Johanna very much. She felt the stump and his only remaining hand grab her waist and she didn't let herself hesitate or reconsider, she went straight for the kiss, not quite surprised when Eleven's victor immediately pushed his tongue in his mouth instead of teasing his way there.

As far as kisses went, it wasn't a good kiss.

His tongue was meaty and invasive and she didn't like the way he was pressing her down on his groin. She felt him starting to stir and she winced against his mouth. He tasted like whiskey and tequila. His good hand ended up around her nape and she drew back abruptly because, as far as she was concerned, only Haymitch had any right to wrap his hand around her nape.

Chaff licked his lips, dark eyes twinkling with amusement and something that was far too close to lust for her comfort.

Haymitch was seething when she stood back up.

She blinked a few times and reached for the table to steady herself. When had the lights become so bright?

"You're okay, love?" Chaff asked. She heard chairs being pushed back and then a big hand was cradling her elbow and his stump was at her waist again.

"Fuck off." Haymitch warned. She was torn away from Eleven's victor and she crashed against a very familiar chest. "You shouldn't have kissed her. She's wasted. You're taking advantage."

"He wasn't. I said yes." she muttered against the warm skin of his neck. "I'm winning. Johanna, truth or dare?"

"I think we should call it a night." Finnick said abruptly. "Before Haymitch kills someone."

"Do not be ridiculous." Effie scoffed. "He won't kill someone because Johanna dares me to kiss them. It is just a game."

"Dare." Jo answered very predictably. The younger woman was clutching the table with both hands and looked a little green. Then again, it had been a lot of alcohol. Her escort wouldn't thank Effie, she was sure.

"I dare you to dance on the bar." Effie requested. It was the first idea that popped in her head, innocent enough.

"I dare you to strip down on the bar." Johanna shot right back.

Effie shrugged and stepped toward the bar. She had no problem with her body and she had never minded being seen or desired so…

She had forgotten Haymitch's arms and they brought her back against his chest firmly. "Enough. We're going back. Boy, call a car."

Finnick almost ran all the way to the phones next to the bar.

"But, Haymitch…" she whined. "I have to win. It is just a tiny little striptease… You can close your eyes if you want."

"Yeah, Haymitch… Just a tiny little striptease." Chaff mocked.

"Shut up." her victor growled. "You did enough."

She couldn't really see what was going on because she still had her face pressed to his neck but she thought Haymitch was glaring daggers at everyone. She leaned further against him, just because she didn't think she could stay upright of her own volition and turned her head so it was neatly tucked beneath his chin. It wasn't working because of the heels. She was almost as tall as he was with her heels. She pouted and kicked them off, sighing in relief once she was barefoot and of an acceptable height for cuddles once more. She loved how tiny she was compared to him. It made her feel as if he could wrap himself around her and keep her safe forever.

"Nah, I'm just teasing, buddy…" Chaff said, more softly. He was closer too and Effie forced herself to open her eyes, not quite sure when she had closed her eyelids. Eleven's victor was standing next to them, patting his best friend's shoulder. Haymitch looked as if he would have gladly tore his other hand off but he couldn't because his arms were holding her up. "Come on, Haymitch. It was just a game." Eleven's victor sighed. "Didn't harm her. Didn't even touch her properly."

He had wanted her though, she had felt it. But she kept that to herself.

"Shouldn't have been touching her at all." he retorted. "Grab Jo before she passes out. I swear we can take the two of them out together again… Always the same fucking shit…"

She figured out he wasn't talking to Chaff anymore but to Finnick when Johanna kicked a fuss. She didn't want to be carried out but she wasn't in any state to walk. In the end, Four's victor simply tossed her over his shoulder and carried her out kicking and screaming.

"You're gonna behave or I'm gonna have to do the same to you?" Haymitch barked at her.

She didn't understand where the hostility was coming from. She had done nothing wrong. Her eyes filled with tears and her lips started wobbling. "Why are you angry with me?"

"Oh, boy…" Chaff half-sighed, half-chuckled. "I'm gonna pay the tab."

"Ain't angry with you." he muttered once he was done scowling at Chaff.

"I didn't mean to make you mad." she insisted. A tear slipped down her cheek and she sniffed. "I am sorry."

He let his head dropped back and let out a long deep breath at the ceiling. "That's why I hate when you're drunk… You always end up crying."

"I am not crying." she denied and it came out a broken sob.

"Sure, you ain't." he mumbled, awkwardly patting her back. "Come on, sweetheart. Ain't angry with you. Ain't angry at all cause you sucked on my best friend's tongue. Everything's rainbow and roses." He said that but his tone was angry and she hated that he was angry with her and she felt more tears roll down her cheeks even as she bit down on the inside of her cheek. "Effie… Princess…"

"I don't feel good." she complained and then she stopped trying not to cry.

He sighed and rearrange his hold on her and before she understood what he was doing she was hauled up in his arms, bridal style. It was, at least, a little more proper than being tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed her face against his shoulder.

"Great." Chaff commented when he came back. "Jo barfed on Finnick."

"Serves them right." he grumbled. "Give me her stuff, please."

She watched Chaff force her cigarettes and lighter back into her clutch and force the clutch back inside the pocket of Haymitch's coat, then pick up her shoes from the floor and hand them back to him. She kept crying the whole time and when she realized she had been barefoot on the floor of a bar which cleanliness was dubious she only cried harder.

"She's a piece of work." Chaff commented, awkwardly wrapping her jacket back around her as well as he could. "If she fucks as well as she kisses though…"

"Shut the fuck up." Haymitch snapped.

Chaff laughed and then they were moving. Fresh air did her little good and she kept sniffing and sobbing her heart out against Haymitch's shoulder, feeling sicker and sicker because of the heaving sounds Johanna was making a short distance away.

"Come on, sweetheart…" Haymitch kept whispering against her head, dropping small kisses on her forehead when he could get away with it. "It's alright… I'm not angry. You're good. Everything's good."

"I want… I want my bed…" she hiccupped.

"The car's gonna be there in a minute." he promised. "Then straight to your bed."

"You will stay?" she demanded, tightening her hold on his neck so hard she wasn't certain he could breathe.

"I'm gonna stay 'cause I'm gonna fuck you the minute you stop being so drunk." he answered.

He was drunk too. Less than her but drunk nonetheless.

"You can fuck me now if you want." she granted magnanimously.

He chuckled against her forehead and pressed his lips against her skin again. "Don't tempt me."

"I don't mind." she insisted.

"I do." He smirked. "You sucked on Chaff's tongue, you're gonna have to suck on something else to make it up to me and you can do that now without choking to death."

She let that sink and then shrugged her assent.

"This is all Johanna's fault." she complained.

"Agreed." He snorted. "Though you didn't have to play along and prove you're the best."

"But I am!" she protested, lifting her head to look at him. He looked very amused and she didn't understand why until she realized her make-up must have been ruined. "I am the best. And I won. Didn't I win?"

"You won." he placated her, probably just happy she had stopped crying. He was rocking her a little from side to side and she wasn't sure if it was to comfort her or because she was too heavy for him and he was starting to feel the strain. She probably could have stood by herself now but she didn't want him to let go of her. Besides, there was a teasing glint in his eyes. "So… If I dare you… You're gonna do a striptease for me, sweetheart?"

She frowned. "You just have to ask, don't you know? I would do anything you ask…"

He didn't look so amused then but she buried her face in his neck again and breathed out a sigh of contentment.

She had won, she was in Haymitch's arms and he wasn't angry with her at the moment…

She called that a victory.