So, here is my second Chapter. I am really surprised that everything went so well with this idea. Let's continue then.

3 days later his train arrived at the Capitol. Effie had to remind him of this 2 other times and also made sure with some attendants that he really had boarded the train.

She wasn't surprised when she saw him at the station, when he looked like ever. His clothes were wrinkled, his liquor bottle in the pocket from his coat. Effie rolled her eyes, same old same new. In the following days she would have enough to do with getting him ready for the meeting.

Haymitch looked for her, through all the Capitol clowns it sometimes was hard to tell who is who. When his eyes finally met hers, she put on a smile and walked towards him. "So you finally made it," she hit at him. "Princess, how am I supposed to not make it when you at least wouldn't stop nagging at me with the problem of yours? At least you nearly drove me insane with calling and talking and shit," he growled. 'How nice', she thought. "Manners, Haymitch, Manners," she chirped at him and took of for him to follow her to fetch a ride to her Apartment.

That was when he took in her appearance for the first time. And in an instant his eyes were hurting. Effie was wearing a neon pink Skirt Costume, matched with green heels and a light yellow wig. He felt like throwing up. The colors were hurting his eyes, the clicking of her three inch heels was driving him insane.

What on hell drove him to accept her offer? Before he could get further with his thinking they made it to the entrance and there was already a cab waiting for them. He put his little luggage in the trunk and sat on the backseat next to her.

Effie gave her address to the driver and they sat in silence until she put a stack of papers out of her bag and handed them to him.

"If you don't mind, this is all the important stuff you have to know. Read through it, learn it and please, please keep straight to what's on them. No improvising." Haymitch rolled his eyes and took the papers, just to fold them and not even have a look at them.

"Tell me Princess, what the hell is so difficult at acting like a couple? Holding hands, share glances, that couldn't be that hard. So why all of this?" he put the bottle of booze out of his pocket, opened it and was about to take a deep gulp when the bottle was snatched out of his hands. Angry he glanced to her. When the time of his stay would be like this all the time he was fucked.

"Haymitch, you promised me you would be at least be sober for the time you are staying with me!" She was getting him a headache. A really bad headache.

"Princess, if I had promised something like that to you, at least I should remember it, don't you think, " he said with another growl, trying to reach his oh so precious liquor from her.

"You are not even able to remember what socks you put on this morning! So what makes you think you can remember what promises you made?!"

She got a point with this he had to admit. His socks were black. That's what he was sure about. Just to test his brain, he stretched his leg to see if he was right.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath so she wasn't able to hear him. They were brown. One. The other was blue.

So maybe she was right?

"Maybe I will cut down to it. But that will cost you, you know?"

Effie was near to exploding. She of course had seen that he was wearing two different socks. And of course he had not agreed on being sober for his stay. But why should she tell him? Maybe she could get through with her plan to get the meeting done without any problems and also get him sober for at least a few days.

Without any further discussion they arrived at her Apartment building. She paid off the driver and they went to the elevator to get up to the fifth floor to her Apartment.

They rode up in silence, Effie opened her yellow painted door with the security code and they went inside.

He was a bit taken by surprise when he realized that her Apartment was nearly plain white. There were just a few Paintings on the walls that brought a bit of Capitol flair to it, but without that he thought, the Apartment could also be in a Building in the Districts. It wasn't that overwhelming as he thought and it was a nice surprise. Maybe the next days would be more relaxing than he thought.

Effie showed him her guest room painted in a sandy tone on the walls and a nice fluffy carpet. In his opinion the floor felt even better than his own bed.

But that's a point he wouldn't let her see. He was just here to help her out, have a nice few days and get his loan out of this.

And what he was getting was it worth doing this masquerade.

"You can unpack your clothes and then I would like to have you on my couch to get trough the pages I gave to you. Haymitch, this is really important to me and I would appreciate it if it goes as smooth as possible. "

"Sure Princess, you can … have me on your couch if this is what you desire," he answered her with a dirty little smirk on his lips. He wasn't sure if she would get his hint, but she went crimson from head to toe that even he could see it under her pale white make up she was wearing.

He laughed silently when he opened his small suitcase and threw his few belongings in the dresser. Then he carefully unwrapped his precious. Two bottles of Rippers finest booze. He was certain, if she knew he brought something of that stuff with him she would freak out and would empty it into the sink. But he would hide it, just underneath his boxers where she never would expect this.

After all this he went to her living room where she already had seated herself and was sipping on a glass of orange juice.

In front of here on her small coffee table was the same stack of papers she had given to him, and he was sure about what was coming next.

"Fine, you made it," she chirped and patted on the couch next to her. Just out of habit he searched for something to drink left for him, Effie saw his gazing eyes, took a glass out of the stacker underneath the table and also poured him a glass of orange juice.

His disgusted look nearly made her laugh. He was looking like she just offered him a glass of cow blood or something other nearly disgusting.

"You sure you want to give me this to get my full attention to what you want to tell me? I'm not quite sure if this will do, Effie. Even if I promised to cut down a bit, how I am supposed to stay focused?" Effie sighed about his behavior and grabbed under the table to show of a bottle of wine, leftover from a few days prior.

"This has to do for now, could we PLEASE start now Haymitch? Like I told you a hundred times, we have to go through with this as professional as possible."

Haymitch himself opened the bottle and took a deep gulp of wine before he set it down on the table and leant back on the couch to let her get trough with her speech.

"So, at first: Here is a list of how our relationship went. We met at the games, dated for nearly two years before you proposed to me when Katniss and Peeta won the games. We married three month later without any other people, just the two of us and a given best man and bridesmaid. That will make my mother suspicious but I know we will be able to come up with something, to cover that up." Effie took a sip from her Juice and glanced to his side, just to see that he must have dozen off due to the long train ride he just had. But that was no excuse for her to not listen to her very very important speech.

Effie shook his shoulder lightly, and he stirred and opened one eye to look at her. "What's all that even about Effie? Why you did even lied about all this stuff? What do you thought that you would get away with that?"

Despite her otherwise bubbly behavior she sat there silent for a few seconds. Then Effie took a deep breath and started to explain I to him:" See, I have an older sister, her name's Dotty. She is just perfect. She is self-employed with a nice, good going atelier. She designed cloth for all high Capitol citizens. Dotty has a nice Husband, Steven, two nice, well educated kids, and just the perfect life you dream about when you live here. On the other hand there is me. Escort for District twelve, never to use the studies I took on design school, just trying to cope with the all time drunk that you are. I had just a few on-off relationships, and if not a fairy will show off at night, it wouldn't change in the near future. So, is that enough explaining to you why I told her that? Why I want to be my mother to be proud of me? That I am also worth her attention and not only my oh so ppppeeerfect sister?"

Haymitch sat up during her monologue, keeping a close eye to her. During all what she was saying she spoke herself in a state of hysteria. He put his head to the side, eying her suspicious. She was jealous. Like hell. And that was her way making it up to everyone and be just as good as her sister was.

"So that's were the elephant is hiding," he told her, without any mocking in his tone, but just because there were already tears glistening inside her eyes.
"I just want to be as good as her, you know," she told him, sniffing a bit, but hiding her feelings just as good as possible. Even if she wants him to act with her, she was not ready to show her real self to him. That was something that he most definitely not will see in the near future. So she thought.

"Ok, then, how we are supposed to make up for all this stuff? There are no documents that will testify the wedding, nor are there any pictures from us together," he told her, eying the situation.

Effie sighed and grabbed another time under the table to show off a small velvet box. She cleared her throat and handed it to him to take a closer look. At first sight he was sure there was something in it that he wouldn't like at all.

With a sigh he opened it just to reveal a paid of matching gold wedding bands. "Thinking about everything, are you Princess?"

She smiled a bit, and took the smaller ring out of the box and put it on her finger. It was a strange feeling and so she took a look at him to see that he had put his ring on without any complaining. That was really new for her. She herself had thought that he would make a scene about all the stuff she was planning to show off that she also was worth it.

"Looks nice on you," she muttered and went red again. He noticed the embarrassed mood in the room and took his ring off again and put it back in the box. "I will wear it when necessary. So, what's next," he asked and wasn't ready for what was awaiting him.

Effie stuttered a bit when she told him the next step they had to take when they want to make the whole story as believable as possible.

"We also have to take some wedding pictures to show off to my mother…" she said it as quiet as possible so that he maybe would not understand her.

She shut her eyes and waited for his outburst to come.