A/N hello, I hope you like this one! Plus if you have any prompts I'm happy to take them! Just drop them in the reviews or something and I might do them, but I don't think I like doing mockingjay/post-mockingjay as I prefer the bickering and then.. Yeah (you'll notice a theme in my stories that I only wires 74th/75th games). Sorry for such a long authors note! Enjoy!:)

Draped with sophisticated grace

The 3rd house down in Victor's Village was bustling with movement and excitement. Chatter about the start of an amazing, legendary tour was among the people inside.
Capitol folk were primarily the cause of the hustle- loud and often obnoxious; they would bring talk with them, informing everyone on mindless gossip and chit-chat.
Effie trinket hovered amongst the crowd, checking everything was on schedule and on time.
"The train will be here in half an hour!" She announced, in her usual too high-pitched voice. Everyone practically rolled their eyes. If Effie had said it once she had said it a thousand times.
"We know Princess," Haymitch mumbled, "you've told us." He sat in the corner not talking, but still being part of a conversation with Ms Everdeen and Katniss. The mockingjay sniggered as the escort glared and the room went slightly quieter.
"Well you'd most likely forget, given all the alcohol you've consumed." Effie sneered. Peeta winced. It was a fight waiting to happen; in front of everyone. He knew he had to intervene, and fast.
As Haymitch opened his mouth to retaliate- Peeta strode over to him, picking up his shirt between his forefinger and thumb. People slowly returned back to their previous chats an attention was drawn away from the pair.
"You know, you should probably take a bath or put on a clean shirt. The cameras will still be out there when we board the train." Peeta said, voice full of concern. Haymitch was already a laughing stock.
"Hmm" Haymitch thought. "You're right. Wouldn't want to nauseate the capitol would we?" He said it with a slight sarcasm but got up from his stool anyway, walking next door to his house.
Effie heard the door slam and looked at Peeta. 'Changed' was the mouthed word she got in response. She nodded her head. At least Peeta had a sense of etiquette. She looked at him from across the room in which some may consider motherly. Shaking her head, Effie proceeded to sit down onto the couch. Partially to rest her feet, but also as she had nothing better to do. Her life was a flurry of schedules, in the gaps where nothing was planned, Effie found it hard to relax.
Primrose, who had been watching Effie with interest, sat down next to her and smiled shyly. Effie flashed a smile in return. Quietly Prim said,
"Thank you for helping to save my sister last year." Effie looked at her quizzically. This young girl would be dead, lest her older sibling didn't volunteer. Her death, as well as all the others, would be another heavy weight on her chest. Dragging her down, but also giving her motivation to find a tribute- child; who could actually survive.
Effie hadn't had a chance to talk to Primrose since now. She found this very saddening, as the 13 year old now seemed too young, but too old at the same time. Effie found herself thinking that Prim was very pretty and cute. She then remembered Finnick Odair and his fate. Awfully, Effie was glad Katniss volunteered- being on Peeta's arm was security. Prim wouldn't have that privilege. By the time she was legal- she would be prime meat for the butchers.
Effie smiled, bringing herself back to the conversation. "It's fine, sweetie. I wouldn't do any less," Effie spoke in a soft tone, her accent less prominent. Prim beamed, but continued to stare at Effie's face.
"You know, it's rude to stare." Effie said with a smile. In all honesty, she couldn't care. Primrose meant well.
Prim shook her head as if getting herself out of thought. "I'm sorry Ms. Trinket. I just- now I can see your face because you're wearing less of that stuff." Prim gestured to her head. "I think you're really pretty." Prim's eyes were full of awe and Effie felt her heart flutter and soften.
"Oh, thank you dear." Effie couldn't stop a smile spreading across her features. "But there are prettier people in the world than me," Effie remembered the models who graced the capitol magazines.
Prim shook her head in disagreement. "No. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, I think." Effie smiled at the child who was so lovely. She wondered what the other children would think if they saw her true face and not her facade. Would they think the same? Or would they still see her as the grin-reaper- sentencing them to their inevitable deaths.
Walking over to Portia and Venia, Effie smiled as she met them.
"Oh, Effie!" Venia blushed. She always felt lower on the social scale when in Effie's presence. Just like in high school, Effie Trinket was still considered as gold- valuable, gorgeous and dangerous- to everyone inside the capitol.
"Venia," Effie nodded. Portia smirked. "Hey Effs," she winked and Effie sniggered. "What brings you over here?"
"Just seeing what you were talking about," Effie flashed a smile, it could be considered ruthless but Portia rolled her eyes at her.
"You, my friend, are both bitchy and nosy." Effie winked at them both and Venia gulped.
"So.. What's the gossip?" Effie asked. She wasn't really intrested, just wanted something to do whilst she waited for the train.
Portia sighed. "There's none. The last rumour I heard was that you and Seneca Crane were-"
"-yes thank you Porsche." Effie hushed. The room would know about them at this rate. And since she was the one that admitted to Portia about her and the gamemaker; she knew it not just to be a rumour. Portia raised her eyebrows knowingly. "You always make me regret coming over to you," Effie sighed with a smile. Portia laughed, "that's what I'm here for gorgeous,"
Looking at the clock Effie saw she had 15 minutes left. Suddenly remembering Haymitch after seeing the empty stool, she gasped. Knowing he was probably going to miss the train. 'Better go get him' Effie mumbled to herself, as she exited the warm, clustered house into the snowy, scarce Village.

Haymitch shut off the heated shower and stepped out into the cold air of his bathroom. Although the house was probably one of the only advantages from winning the games, it still lacked regular heating in most rooms; making Haymitch wince at his own thought of wanting to be on the train to hell.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Haymitch whistled to himself, distracting his eyes from wandering down his body. He mind witnessing, then reliving the scars he had inflicted during his quell. The triggered back most memories, which was why Haymitch hates bathing. That and because he just can't be bothered. As he made his way into the bedroom, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Shivering, Haymitch searched for some clothes to no avail- giving up, he wandered down the stairs, looking for alcohol instead.
Effie Trinket eventually made her way to The eldest victors' door, after her difficult journey up the icy path. Her shoes were gorgeous, but sometimes, not that practical.
Even with her mother's voice screaming in her head about basic manners, Effie didn't knock. She knew he wouldn't answer anyway, it had taken her far too many trips before the reapings to work this out. Entering she took in Haymitch's house. Filthy bottles adorned the floor and dust covered some ornaments and furniture. The wooden tables were in need of a polish but overall, it really wasn't that bad in comparison to what she'd seen before.
Effie heard the drunkard before she saw him- pouring himself a drink no less. The familiar sound of liquid meeting glass was a constant with Haymitch on the train. Turning the corner into the kitchen Effie couldn't help but scream.
"AHHH! HAYMITCH!" Haymitch had been raising the glass to his lips as she walked in. Seeing him draped in nothing but a towel made Effie feel awkward but also... Warm? She fidgeted as he turned around and met her eyes. Smiling cockily, he asked,
"like what you see princess?"
Truth was that she did, a lot. Although the alcohol had taken it's toll on him over the years, Haymitch was very well toned. His abs still glistened with water from his shower. Effie watched as a droplet ran south, across the structure of his V-lines. She gulped. Haymitch raised his eyebrows as he watched her mouth opened and her hands run up and down her dress.
"Well would you look at that. The princess is getting all hot and bothered by me. Take it all in sweetheart- you can use this image for yourself later tonight." Pulling Effie out of her trance, she gasped at his inappropriate comment.
"Shut up. You're so crude." Effie went red as she tried to disguise the fact he was right. She felt moisture pool below as she took in Haymitch's body.
"Maybe, just don't moan to loud- someone may hear..." Effie squeaked and Haymitch smirked. Walking past her within close proximity; he whispered, "unfortunately for you, I'm going to put some clothes on now. Make sure there's plenty of alcohol on the train Princess, you know me- I like that stuff." He winked as he left the room. Leaving Effie behind flustered, and ready to leave district 12 and it's chill which had finally reached her.