vintage-starlet (Tumblr): "My sweet little Mockingjay, I have a request for "A Love-Hate Relationship" (which I LOVE!). There is this little exchange in "The Hunger Games" which I think it would be interesting to explore. "As I enter the dining car, Effie Trinket brushes by me with a cup of black coffee. She's muttering obscenities under her breath. Haymitch, his face puffy and red from the previous day's indulgences, is chuckling." I would love to see your interpretation as a writer on this exchange before hand. :)"

A/N: Hello everyone! As you can probably tell, I have a Tumblr account now. If you haven't already and if you want to, follow me at ablazingmockingjay on there. I always follow back and it's a good way to get prompts from people. This one is from vintage-starlet on Tumblr. I wasn't sure if you're on here or not, but if you are, it's a good prompt. :D Thanks a lot.

To the rest of you that requested things, I'm getting on it. They're all in my docs on here. Bear with me. :)

I hope you all enjoy. The feedback to this is immense. I never expected it. I love hearing what you guys think, so please review if you have the time. Thanks again. Send in your prompts. :)

-Ellie.

I walk into the dining carriage to a small shock. Haymitch is sitting across from Peeta and they appear to be actually talking. I smile involuntarily.

"Good morning Haymitch, Peeta."

"Mornin' sweetheart."

"Good morning, Miss Trinket."

"Call me Effie, dear." I smile at him and take a seat next to Haymitch. "So, Haymitch, it's nice to see you getting along with the tributes."

"Tribute." He corrects me. "That girl is too damn hot-headed for my liking."

"Yes well, that's probably why you clash then. She's too much like you." I give him a smirk and he lets out a little chuckle.

"I guess so. But no, I was just talking to the boy here. We had a little chat yesterday evening."

"Yes. I saw him on his way out of your room when I was coming to see you."

"Yeah. I decided the boy isn't too bad after all."

"He has a name, Haymitch."

"Sure, sweetheart."

"As do I."

"Of course you do. I think I've groaned your name enough to know it, sweetheart." I give him a warning glance and shake my head slightly. He smirks at me, but takes my glare seriously. "Anyway. The boy helped me out last night. He's a good man. Agreed I'd give him some advice if he met me for breakfast."

"Helped you out? How so?"

"Took me to my room. Cleaned me up."

"He did what?" I feel appalled at the thought of the poor boy having to clean up Haymitch.

"Cleaned me up. You know, after I threw up and fell over. He helped wash me off. That kinda thing. We ta-"

"He did WHAT!?" He gives me an annoyed look and ignores me.

"We talked for a bit, I decided he's a nice boy, then I agreed to meet him for breakfast. And here we are."

"You let him clean your vomit off you? You let him do that?"

"Well I was drunk, sweetheart."

"Oh there's a surprise!" He gives me a mock, exaggerated laugh.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Haymitch, you can't let the tributes do that for you. You should be the one looking after them." I turn to Peeta. "Peeta, dear, in future just leave him in his own mess. It's nothing less than he deserves." I hear Haymitch scoff at the side of me, but I ignore him.

"I didn't mind, Effie." Peeta speaks in a kind voice. I realize he's almost too kind and helpful for his own good.

"See, Princess. It's all good." I turn to Haymitch, fuming at his indifferent attitude.

"Haymitch! For a tribute to have to clean up their mentor is absolutely disgraceful! It's obscene! The roles should be reversed!" He rolls his eyes at me.

"Relax, sweetheart. The kid didn't mind." I can tell he's getting annoyed now, but quite frankly he has no right.

"Haymitch, it is your job to look after the tributes. Not the other way around! It's absolutely disgusting for Peeta to have to…"

"Jealous are we, Princess?"

"I… E-excuse me?" I look at him, absolutely bewildered.

"Jealous. You're jealous."

"Whatever do you mean, Mr Abernathy?"

"Cut the Mr Abernathy crap, sweetheart. I think we're way beyond last names. But what I mean, Effie, is that you're jealous because you couldn't do it yourself." He gives me a cocky smirk, and I find myself wanting to smack it right off his face. Unfortunately, it would not be ladylike.

"D-do… No, Haymitch." I spit out his name sarcastically, "I have no desire to clean up a disgusting, drunken fool. I do not wish to clean your vomit off of you. It's not a pleasant job. What I am saying is that Peeta should not have to look after his mentor!"

"Look, Miss Trinket, I don't mind, really I don't. It's-"

"It is not your problem, dear!" I cut Peeta off, trying to keep my voice kind. It may be impolite, but eventually he will learn to stay out of the arguments between Haymitch and I.

"It's alright, kid. The Princess here is just jealous because someone else got to see me naked." He winks at Peeta, who blushes, and then turns back to me, grinning.

"Oh you're intolerable!" I stand up to prepare a cup of coffee. He bursts into laughter. "I have NO desire to see you naked, Haymitch!"

"Oh really? Well you've never complained so far."

"Haymitch, please!" I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. I avoid eye contact with him as I place my mug on the counter.

"Oh come on, sweetheart." I hear him stand up, and I glance at him to see him approaching me. He's looking at me with mischief clear in his eyes. I shoot him a glare of warning. "Don't get all shy on me now." He slowly glides his hand from my elbow to my hand, attempting to hold it, but I pull it out of his grasp quickly.

"This is inappropriate behaviour, Mr Abernathy. I would appreciate if you would just be quiet and…"

"Why so shy, Princess?" He takes my hand and yet again, I pull away.

"Haymitch! Stop! Sit down!" My voice comes out a squeak, where I intended it to be strong. He smirks and lifts a hand to gently drift down my cheek. I swallow hard and swat his hand away, perhaps a second too late.

"Whatever you say, Princess." He winks at me and saunters back to his chair, picking up his coffee and leaning back casually.

"Mr Abernathy, your behaviour is-" I speak as I pour some coffee into my mug, turning around to glare when he interrupts me.

"Inappropriate. Yeah I get it" He sips his coffee and leans forward, placing the mug back on the table and narrowing his eyes in thought. "But if I recall correctly, and I'm sure I do…" His eyes lock with mine. "Your behaviour was rather inappropriate last night, wasn't it, Effie?" My eyes widen and I let a gasp escape my lips, unintentionally of course. I stutter.

"I-I d-don't…" I swallow hard and take a deep breath, keeping my voice as controlled as possible. "What behaviour is this you speak of?" I internally kick myself in the face for my question. I realize it opens him up to give a full explanation of exactly what happened last night. That is most certainly not for the tributes to know.

"Your behaviour last night. You know? When you and I were-"

"Enough! Shut up, you wretched buffoon!" I screech at him, a blush of rage and embarrassment creeping onto my cheeks.

"No need to be embarrassed, Princess. You certainly weren't last-"

"I do not want to hear another word from you! Silence!" He chuckles and winks at me. I pick up my coffee and shoot him a glare, before turning to storm towards the door of the carriage.

I brush past a confused-looking Katniss, muttering to myself as I go.

"Stupid fucking bastard."

I half-debate turning back to greet Katniss and say "good morning", since it's poor manners to blank someone like that. My anger gets the best of me. At this moment in time, screw manners.

Mark my words – Haymitch Abernathy will damn well pay for that performance later.