Effie and Haymitch sat on the couch of the penthouse, their tributes had died, Haymitch had drowned himself in a bottle and Effie had but all of her energy into not crying "You're learning princess." He said and she shook her head, "I don't want to learn." She insisted, she knew as soon as she was alone she would cry her eyes out but she had told herself that this year Haymitch wouldn't see her cry. "It's only, what? your fifth games, you'll get used to it." He insisted but she once again shook her head "No! Don't you get it I don't want to end up like you! Not caring then drinking to numb the pain when they die." She had now stood up in frustration.
"Don't you get it princess, you are like me, I've seen the bottle of pills you tried to hide because you're exactly like me, except you don't have the balls to admit you have a problem." He said close to her face and she slapped him "How dare you, I don't have a problem, maybe if you actually did your job, our tributes would have a fighting chance." She yelled "No sweetheart they wouldn't, because that's how it works there's never gonna be another victor from twelve because that's not what they want, but you wouldn't understand that because you've only ever had to bat your eyelashes or spread your legs to get what you want." He practically spat in her face.
"Fuck you." She said abandoning her etiquette, "What's wrong princess no one ever told you the truth before?" He said and it all happened so fast she was too upset, and he was too drunk and too close "Get off." She practically whispered "Is that what you really want?" He asked putting a hand at her waist before kissing her, once the broke apart she stood breathless "Haymitch we can't do this." She said and he laughed "Who says?" He asked and she just shrugged "What if somebody found out? it's improper." She sighed.
"Nobody's gonna find out sweetheart." He said kissing her again and this time she kissed him back, pushing him back towards her bedroom, it happened quickly he was on her tugging hard enough to rip her dress "Haymitch I swear if you rip this dress." She started and he cut her off with a gentle bite on her neck, he finally got the dress up past her hips and pulled down her panties, the sex was rough and fast and Effie had barely enough time to think about what they were doing before it was over, he slumped on top of her breathing heavily before she pushed him off to the other side of the bed.
Wow she thought to herself that was… different, she had only had sex with Capitol men before and it was different it was intimate it was a game, but with Haymitch it was wild, and it hurt in all the best ways, whilst she was catching her breath she went to pull her dress back down and noticed that the dress was no longer in tact "Haymitch Abernathy you tore my dress!" She yelled and he jumped up from the bed, planning to make an escape before she could berate him further she tried to go after him but found her legs buckling underneath her as soon as she stood up, luckily Haymitch was right there to catch her. "Was I too much for you princess?" He teased as he sat her back on the bed "Not even close." She replied with a grin and with that he left her room "Night Trinket." He said on his way out "Goodnight Mr Abernathy." She said but he was already gone.
After a few minutes she went to get ready for bed, and once she was tucked up ready to sleep she actually thought about what just happened, she had had a crush on Haymitch since she was little and watching his games and now she had slept with him, how strange she thought as she drifted off to sleep.