Original Prompt: Hey i love your writeing :D Please can i have more cutie inga but smaller? ? maybe five? Thaank you :))
A/N: This turned out to be more cracky than i expected. Tell me what you think?
It was inga's fifth birthday. Haymitch and Effie had both agreed to do something special to celebrate. Peeta had baked a sweet chocolate gateau birthday cake for the party. Effie waited in her and Haymitch's bedroom for him too come out of the bathroom.
"I'm sure it's not that bad." Said Effie trying to suppress a smile.
"Shut up." He huffed through the door.
"I'm sure it's really," she snorts, "not that bad." Effie Trinket plunged her fist into her mouth and bit down on her curled fingers pulling every iota of strength to her not to laugh.
The proud, rugged, Haymitch Abernathy emerged from the bathroom, standing before his wife who sat comfortably on the bed. The large, green dinosaur costume completely engulfed the man with the exception of a small hole in the neck of the foamy costume framing the his face. Effie bit down harder on her fist suppressing laughter, but the sight of her husband trying to stand as tall as humanly possible while shrouded in an obnoxiously plushy dinosaur costume moved the former escort to fits of laughter. She fell back on the bed clutching her stomach, her eyes watering as her laughter filled the room.
"I hate you," hissed Haymitch emotionlessly as he turned on his heel and marched back into the bathroom. As he attempted to hastily slam the door behind him, the foam tail of the costume caught in the door. He quickly swung the door open, scooped the tail inside and slammed the door growling.
"Wait," heaved the blonde from the bed, "H-h- h- Haymitch….. stop. Come back!" she fell back and rolled off the bed in hysterics. Effie staggered to her feet and wiped the tears from her face. Taking a few deep inhales through her nose she walked over to the bathroom and rapped her knuckles on the door. "Haymitch?"
"Go away."
"Come out of there, dear."
"If you've bloody finished laughing, I will come out and finish my fatherly duties that our daughter has demanded. It's her fifth birthday- and she did, in fact, demanded that I receive this… honor. She's definitely your daughter. The sly minx." Effie couldn't help but smile at the fashion in which her husband worded his "shame."
"I'm done, I promise."
"Promise?"
"Promise." Effie backed away from the door and took out her cell phone. Hitting the record button she held it before her. This is too good to pass up. The bathroom door creaked open and Haymicth emerged fussing with the tail.
"I just can't manage this tail…" he started, but his eyes flickered up and was confronted by Effie's cell phone. "Trinket." He hissed. Effie started laughing hysterically and jumped back as Haymitch lunged towards her. The blonde hopped onto the bed laughing feverishly as the former drunk attempted to follow only to trip over the large foam costume and tumble to the ground. Growling words that would make a nun's toes curl, he leapt to his feet and lunged for his wife's legs, tackling her to the bed. Effie squirmed from his grasp and continued to film as Haymitch flailed helplessly on the bed, the costume making him stuck on his back like a flipped turtle.
One week later
Katniss walked into the Abernathy's house unannounced, "Hey Haymitch, that video of you has over 1 million views on CapitolTube!"
"Shut up."