As Haymitch sat with his friends and a bottle, there was only one topic that night, Haymitch's new escort "I can't believe they're given you a new one, what happened to the last one?" Chaff asked "Bitch got promoted to a career district." He sighed "They told me the new girl is 18." He said "Last thing I need is a ditzy teenager trying to tell me what to do." He didn't think he could put up with her, but she'd most likely get promoted in no time "What makes it even better, she's a model, she'll be even dumber than the rest of them."
"Well at least she'll be hot, and she's young, you could fuck her, it'd make it a whole lot more bearable on your part." His friend laughed but he shook his head "she's too young, plus she's Capitol." He shrugged the idea off "You said she's a model, is she well known?" Chaff asked and Haymitch shook his head "Euphemia Trinket." He said and Chaff wracked his brain "Euphemia… wait, Euphemia as in Effie, Effie Trinket?" He asked
"Yeah maybe her nickname is Effie, I haven't met her, I've only seen a file with her name on it and the Capitol on use full names." Chaff looked stunned and pulled out a magazine "Chaff are you trying to tell me something here? Why do you have a magazine?" He said with a chuckle "No, look, I think this is your girl, Effie Trinket." He told him holding out the magazine "She model's lingerie, well she does other things too, she's a runway model, but she's pretty well known."
"Fuck she's hot." Haymitch realised but his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of clicking high heels "Hello." He heard spoken through thick Capitol accent "I'm Euphemia Trinket, you must be Haymitch Abernathy." She smiled but when she seen what was in his hand she blushed "I see you already know who I am, and I suppose since you've already seen me in my underwear you can call me Effie." She giggled to herself. "This is not what it looks like sweetheart, we just thought we recognised your name." Haymitch defended
"It's perfectly alright Mr Abernathy, I knew what the consequences may have been when I posed for the campaign, but might I say, that is certainly not my best picture." She said looking at the cover, it was one of her least favourite pictures from the shoot, mostly because she was decked out in black, which was definitely not her best colour, she preferred red, or pink. "I'd like to see your best picture, if that is what you call average." Piped up chaff, looking her up and down. "And who may I ask are you?" Effie said, now turning her attention to Chaff "I'm chaff, district 11 victor." He informed her "Well pleased to meet you." She smiled and shook his hand, "You too Mr Abernathy. I trust I'll see you in the penthouse later." She said, her accent was starting to get to him "Don't wait up princess." He joked and she looked less than pleased, why did he have to use the ridiculous nickname "It's Effie." She told him before turning on her heel and walking upstairs.
Later that night Effie heard a noise coming from the living room she got out of bed to check what was going on "Mr Abernathy?" She said as she entered "You can call me Haymitch princess, I don't give a fuck about being proper." He slurred "Language." She chastised "You are drunk, Mr Abernathy." She said and he laughed "How very perceptive coming from someone who isn't even old enough to drink."
"I am old enough to drink, I'm not a child." She huffed, why had she gotten out her bed for this nonsense "please princess you're younger than this years oldest tribute." He was clearly getting a laugh out of this "I've already told you, I'm old enough. Old enough to be an escort, old enough to drink, old enough to model lingerie. Old enough to do a lot of things." She grinned suggestively, this girl was a devil he thought to himself. That was probably a good thing because for once he'd have an escort who could match him. "I'm going back to bed, do try and be quieter Mr Abernathy." She said before walking away, her hips swaying as she moved. That woman will be the death of me he thought, before deciding to just settle with the couch, he was too wasted to move.