A/N Hello! This was requested I think: 'Awesome i would like a continuation on that one, one where Effie teases Haymitch and make him all hot and bothered cause of her,' so here you go (sorry it's not a continuation but I rather keep them as one-shots for the time being). Anyway, like I said (74/75th games) prompts are always welcome, pop 'em in reviews along with what you think of my stories:) enjoy:)

Of Teasing, Trinkets And Tridents

The sponsors room was chaotic and pandemonium. Mentors pulling in sponsors from anywhere they could, in a frantic effort to save their doomed tributes. Those of the likes of Finnick Odair, naturally, had the most. Primarily girls but also some males- his charm was evidently working effectively as signatures were scrawled down by the dozen, district 4 would be getting helpful items in the frozen, barren wasteland of an arena.
After the group of swooning capitol folk, sadly evaporated from his presence, Finnick sighed with relief. He had done his job, however hard it may have been. He could relax, but only for a little while- before another gaggle of giggling girls approached him.
From across the room, Chaff, district 11's drunkard mentor hollered for the pretty boy. Finnick smiled; a real smile- not the facade he used for wealthy folk. Slowly, he walked over, naturally receiving flirtatious looks. He sat down next to a slumped Chaff, tumbler in his hand, filled with a musky orange liquid.
"Hey Chaff," Finnick sighed tiredly. The older man looked at him and chuckled.
"Tired of being gorgeous, gorgeous?" He smirked. Finnick shot him a look.
"Don't," Finnick's voice was almost pleading. When he won his games as a 14-year-old a couple of years back, he never imagined this would be his fate. As if the Hunger Games weren't enough. Sensing Finnick's desperation, Chaff felt sympathy for the boy.
"You're alright Finn. Least you get sponsors," he mumbled as a sort of apology. The latter part was more to himself than to Finnick.
"You're not the only ones not to get sponsors. From my experience, it's due to either the attractiveness of the tributes or yourself, and no offence mate- you're not exactly Seneca Crane." Finnick smirked at his joke. Chaff rolled his eyes.
"You're right I suppose. Suppose it's only 1, 2 and 4 that get the big bucks. Everyone else is lucky to afford bread, never mind a trident," Finnick blushed as Chaff winked.
Looking around the room Chaff was evidently searching for someone.
"Who ya looking for?" Finnick asked. Surely he couldn't have an admirer?
"Just Haymitch-" Chaff responded. 'No then.' Finnick thought. "-he said he'd meet me here. Alcohol's mighty fine in the capitol." Chaff noted.
"Just about the only thing they've done right." Finnick added, a hint of a joke in the sentence.

"-and for goodness sake, don't. Mess. It. Up." Effie Trinket finished her rant towards Haymitch in the elevator, just as it announced it's arrival.
"I won't princess, when do I ever?" Irony and sarcasm wrapped up his words. Effie sighed and looked at him desperately. She whispered,
"I'm just sick of them dying. Please." Hearing her beg sent shivers down Haymitch's spine. She was obviously getting more distressed each year, that he knew. But he assumed it was due to anything other than the tribute's deaths. Haymitch also knew that they affected her more than she let on, what he lacked knowledge in, was how much.

They entered the room together. Haymitch looking around skeptically and Effie placing on her best smile. She wandered over to a clique of seeming wealthy-but-not-to-wealthy green-haired women. Seeing her do his job for him (as she always did) he grabbed a drink from the bar. Out of the corner of his eye, Haymitch spotted Chaff and Finnick, both grinning his way. Shaking his head, he made his was over to where they were sat. Slumping on the leather sofa he greeted his two unlikely friends.
"Where've you been Mitchy?" Chaff asked. Haymitch rolled his eyes.
"Princess was verbally torturing me. She's a neat-freak if I'd ever met one," Haymitch grunted. All three of them looked at Effie, laughing and charming the cluster of men she had moved on to. They noticed how, although she was flirting, she would feed information about how lovely and strong their tributes were that year. (Although they were both only 14, lacking in training unlike Finnick). Her dress was short and fanned out slightly at the bottom, heels adorned her slender legs and the top of the dress pushed up her breasts. She looked gorgeous; however it didn't fool Haymitch. She did it every year.
Chaff and Haymitch both looked away. (Haymitch felt sick at her attempt to get in the tall one's boxers). Finnick however, was making no effort to cover up the fact his eyes were up and down her figure. Chaff hit him on the leg.
"Finn," blushing, Finnick tore his eyes away. "She's Haymitch's." Finnick laughed and Haymitch turned his head around sharply.
"What?!" He snapped. Chaff chuckled and Finnick smiled. "You're crazy. As if I'd go near that clown,"
Chaff laughed harder but Finnick frowned. Upon noticing his change of expression, Haymitch smirked. "Aw, sorry pretty boy. Coming to Princess' rescue?" He said sarcastically.
"No, I just think that she's the prettiest one in the capitol," Finnick shrugged. It wasn't as if he was in love with Effie- he had Annie after all. But the escort certainly wasn't ugly. She was actually quite hot, and Finnick could tell she truly cared for her tributes. Not many were like that in the city.
Haymitch looked appalled, although he actually agreed. More than once had he undressed Effie Trinket with his eyes, and more than once had he gotten himself a bit too hot and bothered. Chaff nudged the both of them quickly.
"Better get rid of the evidence suggesting your arousal, Finn," the two arguing victors turned around to see Effie looking disheartened and approaching them as fast as she could in her killer heels.
Effie sighed as she sat down in between Finnick and Chaff. Putting her head between her hands she sighed.
"It's hopeless Haymitch," Effie said, in a defeated tone. "None of the sponsors are giving up money for us." Finnick patted her on her shoulder in a soothing tone.
"It's ok, Effie," he said quietly. Chaff imitated being sick and Haymitch snorted.
"Is something funny?" Effie snapped.
"No princess don't get your wig in a twist." Haymitch said. "Oh and by the way I was enjoying your attempts to get in that one's pants, trinket, shame it didn't work, eh?"
Effie glared at Haymitch. Chaff, who was caught in the middle of their argument, gulped.
"I was not." She hissed. "At least I was making an effort. All you're doing is sat drinking away your life, doing nothing to help the poor childr- tributes!"
Chaff raised his glass, "I see no problem with that little lady, in fact I would-"
Effie help up a hand to Chaff's face and interrupted. Haymitch was shocked as it was no doubt bad manners, but Effie paid it no heed. Instead she scolded Haymitch more.
"Shut up, Chaff." Effie was fuming now. Wether it was her finally getting out all her anger on him for the past few years or being unsuccessful in getting sponsors, Haymitch didn't know. Perhaps a mixture of both. Finnick smiled at Haymitch behind Effie's back. Haymitch sighed and prepared himself for yet another lecture.

Effie composed herself. People around her had started staring, intrigued by their discussion. She could yell all she liked back in the penthouse, but here, she realised that a different approach would be needed. Another way the embarrass Haymitch.
She smiled ruthlessly at Haymitch. Anyone else would see it as a nice, pretty smile which danced on her lips. He gulped. This Effie was way worse than the Effie he had been faced with mere moments before.
Effie then turned her head and smiled at Finnick. Placing her hand on his knee, she leant to the side and whispered in a confused Finnick's ear.
"Please, just go with it. I'll give you whatever you want in return." Finnick nodded, a smirk played on his mouth.

The room was still unaware of the 3 victors and the escort. After all, why would people pay attention to them when there were tributes to bet on and sponsor? Effie knew she was safe, well, as safe as you could get in the capitol.
Slowly, Effie traced circles on Finnick's knee wit her manicured nails. Every now and again, she would 'accidentally' move her hand a little higher up his thigh. Although Finnick knew it was just a role, he couldn't help but get fidgety under her manipulative ministrations, and deepen his breaths.
Haymitch and Chaff shared a look. Given Finnick's background they thought of how uncomfortable Finnick must be. Watching Effie's hands become hungry for more of the youngest victor, they witnessed as one hand stroked the inside of his thigh and the other danced up and down his chest. Moving herself to sit on his lap, Effie placed her lips near his ear.
"It won't be for much longer, I'm sorry, Finnick." She whispered. Finnick didn't really mind, he knew this was good natured. He found himself liking Effie more as he took in the fact her apology was in a sincere tone.
Once her hand had made it's way up his thin, blue shirt. Effie gasped accidentally, not knowing he would be that well toned underneath. Recovering from her error as Finnick looked at her like a dog waiting for a commandment; she met his eyes and moaned. Softly enough for Haymitch and Chaff to hear, but not loud enough as to keep everyone else oblivious. The sound sent shivers up Haymitch's spine and suddenly he grew sick of seeing Effie all over his friend.
"Alright Princess, I think that's enough," Haymitch warned. Effie stopped caressing Finnick's abdomen and looked at Haymitch in a mercilessly, sweet way.
"Why?" She asked. A smile still plastered on her face.
"Because you're making me feel ill. And anyway sweetheart, being promiscuous is not in your nature." He said sarcastically.
Effie laughed. Suddenly, she removed herself from Finnick's lap. And stepped over to Haymitch, swaying her hips. Placing one of her palms on each of Haymitch's thigh- she bent over, giving Haymitch an open view of her panting cleavage.
"Maybe it isn't but what's it to you?" She said, daringly. Effie was sick of his joking nature. It was time to give him some of his own medicine.
"Nothing. Couldn't care less who you sleep with." Haymitch shrugged, cockily. Finnick and Chaff were listening in, the tension rising between the couple opposite was rising, and the two found their ear drums couldn't stay away.
Effie laughed harshly, "oh Mr Abernathy I think that's a lie. How many more Effie's do you know?"
To Haymitch, the question was utterly non-relevant. "Umm, none?" He said, confused about what answer to give.
Effie smiled inwardly. Making sure Finnick and Chaff could hear she spoke;
"That's strange. Because, I swear I heard you shouting 'Effie(!)' from in your room the other night. I assumed you had a 'friend' over," She felt Haymitch freeze underneath her hands. "The noises you were making sounded quite, um, compromising, I thought it best not to intrude... But, if you don't know anyone else named Effie then I'm confused who-" Effie didn't have to finish her sentence as Chaff and Finnick gasped and held back hard laughter as Haymitch stumbled over his words.
"I..I, don't.. Know, what y-you're talking... A,, about, Trinket," he stuttered, clearly flustered, to Effie's satisfaction. 'Brilliant,' Effie thought to herself. 'This worked a charm,'
"Oh I think you do, Haymitch. But anyways, we shan't dwell on it," se said with a flounce. "I shall meet you back in the penthouse for dinner- after you've tried rounding up sponsors of course!" With a wink at a blushing Finnick, she clip-clapped in her heels back to where the elevator; leaving Haymitch to deal with the sponsors and the teasing from his two companions.