Our Own "Happy ever after..."

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Chapter 5

Two and half an hour later, Effie stood in front of a mirror in her room. Her dress was the last trend in the Capitol. With some luck, she might even be able to get one or two people to consider sponsoring her tributs. After that magnific show, that wouldn't be dificult.

That night Effie and Haymitch would have to atend to a party. Of course that she will probably change the dress, but only for the better.

Escort and Victors had three kinds of parties. The official ones and the non officials. The non officials were the one Sponsors hosted. The richest families on Capitol had the habit of hosting parties on the most importants night of the Games, like the Reaping day, the day of the first show on the carrieges, the interviews, the first day on the Arena and some others when one of the favorites looked like he was going to die or something like that.

The officials were divided in two. There were the ones obligatory and the ones they could skip. The ones they could skips were the most comuns, while the others normaly hapenned once or twice a week and were more exclusive.

She was very happy with her decision. Every year, finding a new stylist became harder and harder. When Cinna and Portia volunteer themselves, she couldn't shake the thought that something was wrong. Who in their perfect mental capacities would want to work for Twelve?

The first thing she thought was that they were spies of the President Snow, sent to uncover her relationship with Haymitch. If that was the truth, than she couldn't refuse help. After all, she was supposed to be a dumb Escort and it would look suspicious.

Effie had asked for some time, giving them the excuse of having to write a contract and all... There were nights when she really considered making a call to Haymitch's house. Of course it might have been useless, since he barely touched those 'Capitol shit', as he called them.

And then there was the problem of her visit to the District. President Snow might have found that suspect. That only helped with her suspicions.

But spies or not, they were doing an amazing job. Maybe having spies spying on you actually had some beneffits. Even if they weren't the most comon ones.

She looked at the clock in the wall. Fifteen minuts to have breackfast and meet with the kids on the lift at ten. She was still on sechedull.

Effie walked down the stairs, her usual bubbly and happy person. Her hills click on the glass, warning everyone who was in their floor she was finally up and ready. Walking with the grace of someone who had mastered walking on high hills at age thirteen.

She found Haymitch nursing a whisky, sat confortably on one of the many couches in the living room. Walking to the table, she grabbed a mirtyl muffin and headed to one of the armchairs. Effie watched in silence, taking small bites of her breackfast, with her perfect white teeth.

Haymitch had heard her bedore he had seen her. He had learned to like everything about that woman. Well, almost everything. After ten years, he could almost feel when she entered a room. She was diferent. She behaved diferent.

Being a Victor meant he had to socialize with many Capitols every year. In is younger years, a big number of women had tried to enter his bed. Haymitch did not like them particuraly, principally the ones that have been under surgery. However, he was a man, and men have needs.

But to him, they were all the same. All of them wanted attention. All of them wanted a minut with the Quarter Quell's victor. They were allways dress in the last fashion, loud and loved to gossip. He and Chaff called them chickens.

However, his Effie was diferent. She didn't want fame. Well, not only at least. She was an independent woman. She procured to not to be a Trophey wife. Effie Trinket had her own way of walking. She comanded attention when she entered in a room...

Of course she still was a pain in the ass. But she was HIS pain in the ass. Not that Haymitch would ever admit that to anyone. And principally not to the pink buble sat next to him.

"So, sweatheart, ready for another big big day?" he loved to tease her about her public persona.

"Do you want me to tell you the truth or to say yes?" she kept eating her muffin, looking straight in his eyes.

"Oh... poor litle Euphemia. What got your panties in a twist?" he smirked when a frown apeared on her face. So easy! What he wasn't expecting was his Escort to jump on his sofa and sit on his lap, holding him still. Her face was so near Haymitch could feel her hot breath on his face. Uhm... Myrtle...

"Do never, ever, call me Euphemia." her eyes were shinning, but he couldn't say if it was from anger or amusement. Probably both.. Sudendly, she kissed his nose and leaned back smiling.

Haymitch sood there, staring at her dumbstruck. This woman would allways be a mistery to him. How in a moment she was angry, furious, and next was kissing his nose, smiling in his lap. He was still staring at her when he reached his hand to grab his whisky glass. That's when he saw it. The litle smirk hiden behind a mask of inocense. The twinkle of amusement in her eyes. His glass in her left hand.

Before he could make a go for it, Effie jumped away with HIS whisky, placing the glass on a tray to the Avoxes take away. And just like that, he had lost a perfect good glass of whisky. Oh, she was going to pay for that.

He pinned her to the wall when she was turning around. She squieled in both delight and anger. There was a devious smile on his face and the Escort could only imagine what was about to happen.

Haymicth leaned closer, resting his forehead against hers. That let her confused. Normaly, he would stolen a kiss by now. Or ripped her clothes, depending on the mood. But being gentel, only sicking confort or fisical reliefe wasn't something usual. For them, it was almost tabu.

Sudendly, his left ham squized her tights and she let out a gasp, and just like Haymitch wanted, openning her mouth. He efortlessly thrust his tounge inside her mouth gaining dominance imideatly thanks to her surprise.

Of course it didn't take long until Effie recovered from the initial shock and started responding. Her hands traveled behind his neck, pulling him closer, while he kept massaging her titght. Oh, how they wanted it to escalate, to go to the bedroom, or in Haymitch opinion to reach the door and lock it.

However, they couldn't do it, and they both knew. Effie had to meet the kids and Haymitch had to... what did he really had to do? Oh well, he would wait for her to come back.

"Haymitch..." Effie pulled away when she could take no longer without breathing.

"Hum... What, sweatheart?" he trailed kisses down her neck and her shoulder.

"The kids... I have to..."

"Ugh. Fine." he placed her gently on the ground. "Meet me here in fifteen, ok?"

"I'll be quick, I promise."

Quick as a fox, Effie left the room. Yeah... a fox. She is a lot like a fox. Smart, fast, tiny, good at pretending to be someone she's not and getting the best out of the others. And steal. I really should ask where she learned how to do that so well...

Greeting the children, she acompained them to the Training Center, giving them advices. Effie was used to the Tributs trusting Haymitch more than her, but she hoped that this year would be diferent. Actually, she allways hoped it would be diferent, but this year she had a feeling it would be. She had told the girl her past. She wished it would be enough.

Knowing that she would only see the kids at dinner, she wondered what Haymitch had prepared. If it was just sex than he wouldn't have minded to give her a time. Is he planning on getting out of the Penthouse? Normaly, it had to be Effie convincing him that he needed fresh hair or he would turn in to a munshroom.

She was heading to the lift when a familiar voice caught her attention. Quickly, she entered one of the doors in th corridor. It turn out to be a room full of cleaning products. Lucky her, her dress was tight, so it didn't ocupy much space, otherwise she wouldn't be able of seeing the owner of the voice.

Slowly, she opened the door just a litle. A man in a blue suite stoped in front of her, blocking her view. However, it was obvious who he was. The important question was: who was Seneca Crane talking to? The voices were barelly above a whisper, but Effie Trinket had chosen well her hiding place, so she could make out some of the words.

"They have been silent until now, right?" Seneca Crane seemed to show respect for the man, wich mean he was important, since the Game Maker almost never did so.

"Yes, and that is the problem. We have detected some movement on the surface. Since the revolution they have been staying mostly underground. However, lately more and more of their citizens have been detected exploring the outside." they changed positions and Effie saw a man with in grey suit, with grey platinum hair and wight eyes and a dark line outlining its iris. His beard was stilizid, looking like he had horns growing in his shin. The litle man didn't seem happy.

"What could they possibly be doing?"

"The President believes they are searching for ressources." President Snow is into this?! What did I get myself in?!

"And how may I help our President? I don't see how I can possibly stop District Thirteen." What?! District Thirteen?! But they were blowned up! Weren't they?

"President Snow wants you to make this Games more vicious, cruel and bloody than any others. He wants to see the children having painfull deaths. And the one that survives must have some kind of injury. Understood?"

"Perfectly." there was a long pause before Seneca spoke again. "The President is also counting that this Games will make the others Districts tamer, isn't he?"

"Very well, Mr Crane. You are a very clever man." the man in the grey suit grined wickedly. "Maybe even too clever for your own good. I hope I don't have to explain the consequences of a failure."

With that, the man continued his way. Seneca lingered some more seconds there. Unfortunatly, Effie was getting really unconfortable and her back were starting to hurt for being curved down for so long. The Escort accidently nocked one of the botles. She tried to grab it but there wasn't much room for quick movements and the botle ended up hiting a bucket.

Imideatly, Seneca turned around. He eyed suspiciously the door before extending his hand. Effie knew that if she was seen it would probably be over for her. The idea of never seeing her loved ones left her with a bad taste in her mouth. Her family, her friends, the kids, Haymitch... The image of Haymitch telling her to meet him came to her mind without permission. She would have blushed terrible and scold herself for such thoughts if her situation wasn't so bad. But believe it or not, the idea of Haymitch being her last thought didn't bothered so much has it should. Unless... Oh dear!

Effie tried to escape further inside the room, but was saved by none the else than her arch enemy, the Escort from Eleven, Britney Spensers. She clinged to his arm and led him away. However, he kept sending glances over his shoulder.

Effie only got out ten minuts after Seneca had gotten inside the lift. She quickly did the same and pressed the number Twelve. Her curiosity had almost killed her, and it possibly could do. Also, it had given her a lot to think.

To be continued...

A.N.: Hey everyone. I know this chapter is not very big, but I hope you like it. I just couldn't imagine Effie hearing someone whispering and just ignore it. She would probably try to find what their conversation was about. Sorry for any mistakes and for the late update. Let me hear your thoughts. Adeus.