A/n this one is super fidgeting, even I don't know, whatever. Hope you enjoy!:)

The sewing of lace and waists.

Everyone was in celebration once arriving upon the train to kick of the victory tour. The newest victors of district 12, still looking as in awe at the carriages as they were the first day they boarded after the solemn reaping. They pounced everywhere, admiring the style and grandness, bouncing around like kids in a sweet shop.
Portia and the prep team were in paradise at the chance to travel the districts with their victors. They expressed it as such, laughing and smiling- excitement spread across their faces as they told each other the stories of sea-shore 4 and tales of the tech-y 3.
Cinna and Haymitch walked behind them in silence- partially eavesdropping on those before them but also speaking with their eyes- whispers of ideas and sparks behind their lips but foretold in their pupils.
Finally, after speaking to the driver about times and schedules- Effie Trinket brought up the rear, sky-high heels on her feet and white-blonde wig on her head, she looked fit for a fashion show; rather than travelling on a train. The leather of her dress shone in the sunlight, as it reached through the train's windows and brushed her white clothing. Regardless of the fact fur lines her shoulders, Effie's perfect, porcelain legs were bare showing as much of them as was decent- her small muscles in her thigh, could be seen moving as she walked.
Effie sighed once she sat down, secretly her legs ached. Although she was used to her heels- the cobbles and ice of the streets of victor's village proved a challenge to step on without slipping.

In meer minutes, the recklessness of the train clattering on the tracks seized to a slight rumble every now and again. Everyone was sat down and engaged in conversation with cups of tea on their laps and chatter on their lips.
The meaningless, mindless chatter meant nothing to Haymitch as he sipped his red wine from the dainty glass. He scrunched his face up at the drink- not strong enough for his liking- and the glass only made it look more feminine.
He glanced around the room. No-one would notice of he tip-toed over to the bar in the corner and get a flask of something stronger would they? Nah.
Clumsily he stood up, and crept, as quietly as a drunkard could, towards the corner of the room. Effie, who among everyone else, departed from conversation and had watched him take out a bottle from the cupboard- rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. Portia hid a smirk as well as she could, witnessing Effie get up elegantly and tottering over to the mentor. Naturally having an ear for gossip, the Capitolians stared as Effie reached Haymitch, Mid-gulp of his whiskey.
"Haymitch Abernathy, what on earth do you think you're doing?!" Effie scolded.
Turning around slowly, Haymitch looked down to reach her eyes. Even in her heels, he was a good head taller than her. Cockily- he smiled at her.
"Ah, hello princess. Fed up of watching me from afar are we?" He said, grinning.
Effie huffed. "Oh please, I wouldn't go anywhere near you!"
Haymitch raised an eyebrow. "You're near me now," The room was silent apart from their bickering. As soon as Haymitch's comment past his lips, a snort of laughter was heard. Most likely from Portia, or maybe Venia.
"That's because I'm intrigued to know what it is you are doing!" Effie hissed, "you have enough wine there, you don't need anymore!" The pair were completely aware the entire train were listening in to their arguement.
"Actually princess-" he tipped the wine glass over Effie's chest. The rich, red liquid staining her bleach, white outfit and seeping in through to her bra. However, the gasps which came from her mouth were more from the shock, rather than the chill. "I think I'm out of wine."
The room was split emotion wise. Those like Peeta, Flavius and Cinna had wide-eyes and unspoken gasps in their mouths. It was a strong comparison to the expression of those of Katniss, Venia and Portia, who all had open-mouthed faces of glee and entertainment. Laughter caught in their throats in fear of being murdered by the escort.
A few seconds after he'd committed the crime, Haymitch felt bad. Effie was stood, dripping with wine, stunned and speech-less. Eventually she managed to stutter out a few words.
"I...I must... Change. I'll... B-be back. Soon." With that, Effie hurried out the room as fast as her heels could carry her and tight dress allowed her to move.
Everyone was staring at Haymitch, but Flavius was the first to speak.
"That was a dickish move, Haymitch," he said.
"I'll go see if she's ok," Portia spoke up, walking out the silent carriage. Haymitch grunted, the guilt slowly building up inside.

Portia knocked on Effie's bedroom door. "Effs, it's Portia,"
"Come in," Effie's voice was breathless.
Opening the door, the designer was overcome by pale pink and cream. Her wooden furniture complimented her room nicely. Effie's queen-size bed sat in the middle of the room, duvet detailed with roses and frills. It was a girly room and Portia had never seen one so suited to Effie Trinket.
To the left stood Effie, scrubbing in vain at her couture, trying to get rid of the stain across her chest. Portia smiled at her upcoming joke.
"Stop touching yourself, Euphemia! What would mother say?" She spoke in a posh manner, imitating Effie's accent. Although gasping, Effie laughed.
"I'm not! Help me get this off please? It unzips at the back." Portia pulled the zip down the escorts back.
"Two seconds, I'll just get this off," she waved her hand as she strode into her en suite bathroom, shutting the door promptly behind her. Going the room another once over, Portia sat on the bed and kicked off her shoes, making herself at home whilst waiting for Effie.

A guilt-ridden Haymitch Abernathy made his way down the trains carriages. Pressured by most in the other car to apologise to the capitol princess- he sighed and obeyed to get them off his back.
Running a hand through his dirty blonde hair, he arrived at Effie's door, preparing himself for the lecture he was most likely going to receive. He was shocked to find not a blonde but an orange wig answer from the other side.
"Haymitch!" Portia's tone didn't hold back he surprise as he looked up.
"Hey, came to-"-say sorry. The words caught in his throat. 'Sorry' was a word he never said anymore. He didn't need to, until recently, everyone he actually cared about was killed ruthlessly by the capitol. Why should he be the one saying sorry? Suddenly, his male instincts to run kicked in once he heard Effie's voice from inside her room. Sensing his urge to flee, Portia dragged Haymitch into the pink dorm and opened her wardrobe- ushering him inside.
"Stay in here Abernathy," Portia warned, "I'll try and calm her down first," Haymitch nodded. Portia was one of the few capitol folk he liked, Effie flew straight into his brain as top of that list. Haymitch furrowed his eyebrows in an attempt to get her out of his head.
Closing the door slightly Portia sat back down on the massive bed. She wondered to herself why such a tiny person needed such a big sleeping space. Hearing the bathroom door unclick, Portia turned her attention to the petite figure sliding out from behind it, carrying in her arms, a now pink, splotched dress. Portia couldn't help but stare as Effie trinket pranced around her room in noting but a black lace bra with matching knickers. As she turned she gave both Portia (and partially Haymitch) a pleasant view of her arse, as well as her complete legs, shiny and sleek.
Reaching over to lay her spoiled clothes out on her bed, Portia's mouth dropped; as Effie's fairly large, rounded breasts were made more public, theoretically speaking.
Coughing, Portia said in a hoarse voice; "do you not think you should cover up? It's a bit cold."
Looking up, Effie smiled. "It's ok. I'm putting another dress on soon."
'Of course you are' Portia thought. She had known Effie for around 20 years now. Long enough to know she was vain, and flaunted her body as a bit of a tease. Of course, Portia couldn't blame her. If she had a body as amazing as Effie did- she'd show it off too.
"I must go now, Effs. With arriving at district 11, the victors need amazing outfits!" Portia said. Effie looked up with enthusiasm, "I can't wait it's going to be wonderful!" Portia smiled as she walked out, only just remembering about Haymitch in the wardrobe as she heard the lock click shut from the other side.

Haymitch inwardly sighed and grit his teeth. He was certainly aroused watching the secretly hot escort flounce around her room practically naked, that was obvious down below. He couldn't help but drool as he saw her form come out of her bathroom, her slender legs, meeting the curve of her hip. Her flat stomach dented at each side due to the slimline of her waist. Sitting on her chest, her cupped breasts, pushed upward by her bra. His eyes finally resting on her made-up face- re-done for the tour.
Haymitch now watched as Effie sprayed more perfume on her wrists, the scent strong and flowing over his sense of smell like a tidal wave. He felt dizzy, but a good kind. Feeling very uncomfortable, Haymitch had no-idea of what to do. Portia said she'd calm her down. Had she? She'd certainly left without a second glance towards his hiding place, that's for sure. Witnessing Effie swing her hips over the the body mirror whilst humming a soft tune, Haymitch suddenly felt very hot. He wasn't sure how long he could stay in the claustrophobic spot.

Effie looked at her reflection. She opened her mouth and smiled slightly as she trailed a finger from her jawline, to the curve of her breast, to the dip of her waist and to the swell of her hip. Tearing her eyes away from the mirror, Effie looked down at herself and brought her hands up to her chest, clutching her cleavage as if to inspect them.

Gasping and widening his eyes, Haymitch couldn't help but stare. Feeling himself get more heavy he fidgeted awkwardly, suppressing a small moan quickly forming in the back of his throat. He saw Effie sit on her bed. With one hand still holding her breast, slowly, she danced a finger across her stomach. Moaning, Effie inserted a hand inside her lace knickers, opening her legs. Haymitch leaning forward slightly to see exactly what she was doing with her hand. Effie now lay down onto her silk sheets, with her knees in the air and thighs open. It was now evident she was moving her finger in a curling motion, arching her back every now and again- moaning and mewling with her eyes closed.
Haymitch couldn't believe his eyes. The ever prissy, uptight prude Effie Trinket, was in front of him, pleasuring herself. He must have been stung by a tracker jacker. In the meantime, Effie was most likely almost finished. Her pants and moans were getting faster and her fingers were working quicker. She arched her back even more so, and as her hips seemed to roll on their own; a name escaped her lips in a breathless sigh,
"Haymitchh,"

Haymitch's jaw dropped. No. It couldn't be!? Effie Trinket had just fingered herself- over him? Haymitch thought he must have been drunk, but even when he was smashed would he have visioned that so clearly. Haymitch was now rock hard after seeing Effie's performance, and he could not take his mind off the evening he had just had.
Suddenly, Effie got back up of the bed and looked at the clock, gasping. She grabbed her robe from the back of her door and slid it on. Haymitch froze. The realisation of where he was dawned on him. Effie had to get dressed and the clothes were in her wardrobe. Along with him.
Effie strode over to the wardrobe, opening the door next to Haymitch. She ransacked through her couture- and (to Haymitch's disappointment), found nothing to her satisfaction. As, if in slow motion Effie pulled on the door, revealing Haymitch, who stumbled out. Effie gasped, then screamed and then proceeded to shout insults at him.
"HAYMITCH ABERNATHY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY WARDROBE. OH I CAN ONLY IMAGINE WHAT FILTHY REASONS YOU WERE IN THERE FOR!" Effie screamed.
"Filthy things? Me? Oh no princess, I think you'll find you're the filthy one around here." Haymitch smirked, although, that made him sound even more pervy than what he looked.
Effie gulped and stammered. "I- what did you see?" She said in a whisper, her voice seemed shy, but her eyes portrayed anger.
"Everything." Haymitch's eyes were gleaming. "Had fun did you? Certainly looked like it." Effie turned crimson and held the bridge of her nose. "Please," she said hoarsely. "Don't say anything to anyone. And if you ever bring it up again, I promise, I will never allow you any alcoholic beverages whilst you're in the capitol."
Haymitch grinned cockily. "Oh don't worry princess," he tapped his nose. "Mum's the word." Leaving Effie with her head in her hands behind him- Haymitch walked out of her room and back into the main carriage.