A/N sorry it's been a while- school 'nd stuff. Anyway keeps our prompts coming! I am writing them I promise:) enjoy!:)
Everything is wonderful when you're tipsy.
The aurora surrounding the train carriage was positive. Everyone was hyped about the victory tour. Well, everyone but the victors themselves. All 3 of them. Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch shared apprehensive looks as yet another bottle of no doubt, expensive wine was opened. Portia laughed as the corkscrew hit the roof of the train, it's chandelier shaking at the impact. The Capitolians cheered as the stylist refilled each of their glasses, the bubbles rising to the surface. "Oh this is absolutely divine!" Shouted Venia, evidently already slightly tipsy. She held on to Flavius for support as she tipped more alcohol into her mouth. Cinna smiled and drew their attention to the quiet pair in the corner. "Here's to the 2 victors of district 12!" Cinna toasted. The others all recited: "cheers!" The clink of the champagne flutes created a sense of completion after all the hard-work they had put in around 4-6 months ago. Effie felt like she was floating. The alcohol certainly had affected her. As she experienced sensation of relaxation which she hadn't felt in a long time come across her body, she looked at Katniss and Peeta. The warmth spread through her as she felt a kind of love spread through her which was almost motherly. Not that she would know of course. Next to them sat Haymitch, even he had a ghost of a smile haunting his lips. Although he was drinking, it was only champagne- and his reason was rather for celebration than to fight his demons. Blaming her new found affections for people around her on the alcohol, Effie drank more and more, lusting after the sense of peace she was feeling to last as long as possible. At some point in their journey, someone had switched on some music and turned off the lights, leaving only a few lamps on- but still enough dim to see the carriage and the people in it. Katniss and Peeta had gone to bed, un keen on the nights untold misadventures. The alcohol, (evidently taking it's toll on those like Portia and Effie) caused the Capitolians to wildly dance around, smiling and giggling in fits of laughter. The two girls had taken off most of their clothing during their drunken acts, leaving Portia in her corset and underwear, and Effie in her bra, knickers and suspenders. The others in the room, drunk or not, could do nothing but helplessly watch them, hypnotised by their bodies moving in perfect rhythm to the music, assets being showed in a whole new light. For Portia, Haymitch knew, this was normal. Well 'normal' to a sense that she would just laugh it off in the morning. Effie however... Well the princess was just asking to be teased. Although Haymitch couldn't stop a smirk spreading across his face at the image of her aggravated self screaming blue murder at him, as he saw her and Portia hug, a whole new array of pictures clouded his vision. Dirty thoughts he would do to Effie if he ever caught her like this on her own... "Haymitchh!" Effie giggled. She jumped down from the couch and stumbled slightly. Venia's eyes widened at Effie's ass being slightly in the air for a second. Everyone was patiently awaiting the legendary drunk react to the rookie. "Slow down there Princess, wouldn't want to break our porcelain skin would we?" He smirked sarcastically. Effie looked up, confused. "Hi." She giggled. Haymitch rolled his eyes. "Hi Princess, what do you want?" He asked tiredly. Understandably, Haymitch wasn't in the mood for Effie Trinket. "Just to say 'hi'" she stumbled again. Trying to re-dignify herself- her hands darted out to grab Haymitch's shirt. Pulling onto it as she got back up, she smoothed down the creases she had caused. Soon enough, her smoothing became feeling, which was evident in her giggles and wide-eyes. "Oh Mr Abernathy!" She said seductivley. Her accent coated her words, making everyone in the room gulp at the sudden sexiness Effie was showing. "Who knew you were so, fit?..." Haymitch rolled his eyes, but as her pupils roamed his shirt clad torso, he automatically felt very warm. "Ok Princess I think you've smoothed down the creases enough, this shirt will never have to be ironed again." He said sarcastically. Effie pouted, partially at his words and also because Portia had snorted in the back. "Let's sit." Se changed the subject in a matter of mere moments. Before Haymitch had the chance to flop on the chair; he was pushed into the sofa, fairly roughly, by Effie. As soon as he had sat, Effie locked him into his place like a seatbelt- straddling his hips with her bare legs. Haymitch closed his eyes for a brief moment as he felt a rush of blood run southward. He prayed he wouldn't show his arousal under the ministrations of the escort. Portia must have noticed as she laughed once more (obviously an often occurrence when she was drunk) and whispered something to Venia. Both the girls laughed loudly and Effie turned around and winked at them. "Princess, could you please get off my lap?" He sighed, looking at Cinna for some help. Cinna just chuckled at shook his head. Haymitch grunted in anger. "Oo, temper temper!" Seeing Effie act so childish caused Haymitch to notice lots of differences between this self and her normal, uptight, bitchy self. He also realised that she would be extremely embarrassed in the morning. "Come on Princess, let's get you to bed. You've had too much to drink, I think." He muttered, the irony clogging up his words and de ja vu sweeping over his mind- after all- it was usually Effie scolding him. "Bed sounds good," she mused to herself and met his eyes. Haymitch saw a glint of mischief flicker through them, and felt her grind, slightly and discreetly, against him. "Yes," Haymitch said slowly. "To sleep, that's what beds are for," he nodded at her, as if teaching an infant. "That's not the only thing," Effie said knowingly. "You can do other things, dirty things," she giggled. Haymitch choked at her words. He was know fully aware of everyone listening and the room becoming very hot. "Oh really?" He asked, amused. "Like what for instance?" Haymitch asked her sweetly but sarcastically. "Fuck," she said pointedly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then laughed and put one hand to his inner thigh, slowly making her way up his leg. Haymitch eyebrows shot up, from both her language and her current actions. Portia laughed like a hyena, "Euphemia! Launguage!" She said between laughs, fighting for air as she did so. Effie laughed at her. "Sorry," "Now I know you're drunk Princess, come on. Up." He rolled his eyes but bit the inside of his mouth when her skilled hand drifted too high. "But I'm not tiredddd," Effie moaned like a child, pouting her lips and shooting Haymitch a pleading look. "Tough." He said sternly. Out of the corner of his eye, Haymitch spotted Cinna looking amused. Haymitch picked a protesting, half-naked, Effie up- bridal style, and mouthed an "I'll be back in a minute," to the others. He certainly wasn't drunk enough yet to ward off his nightmares. Opening the carriage door, he walked down the halls- Effie squirming and complaining in his arms. Pushing open her large, mahogany-brown door, he placed Effie down on her bed. Haymitch sighed as Effie folded her arms and pushed out her lower lip, at the notion of being told 'no'. "Alright Princess, goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow where I will tease you mercilessly and endlessly." He smirked, more to himself than an intoxicated Effie, at the scenarios of his bullying. "No!" She sprung to her feet quickly, and surprisingly gracefully for someone who was drunk, and in high heels. Effie grabbed hold of him and hugged him, her arms locking around his neck. "Princess..." Haymitch lightly tried to push her off. "You're so hot, you know that?" She asked seductivley. Her body was now pressed further into him. "I've had a crush on you ever since I was a little girl, ask Portia, honest I have!" She nodded into his shoulder. Honestly, Haymitch didn't really believe her, after all it was just the drink talking. Nonetheless, he would ask Portia, just to make sure. "I'll see you tomorrow Princess," Haymitch sighed as he unhooked her arms from him. "Goodnight!" Effie called as she yawned. Haymitch thanked her actions as he wouldn't be getting out of there if she wasn't tired. Nodding, he closed the door behind him as he left. Effie awoke in the morning with a smashing head-ache and dry lips. The sun was streaming through her pretty curtains and she suddenly remembered where she was. Looking at her clock, she gasped and put on a red fan dress, make-up, and of course; her gold wig. Not sure she would be able to stand in her heels, she gave them a go anyway, uncharacteristically not caring about what people saw, she was too groggy. She entered the room with a whisper of a hello. She looked up and saw everyone talking in their own groups, however, they would occasionally look at her- she frowned as Flavius laughed light-heartedly. Effie walked over to them, supporting a questioning look on her face. "What's the matter?" She asked. "Nothing gorgeous. Do sit." Portia gestured to the chair beside her and called for an avox. "Not on Haymitch's lap, mind," Flavius said, slyly. "Why on earth, would I sit on Haymitch's lap?!" Effie exclaimed. "You did last night don't you remember?" Cinna asked. "No I-" As if on queue, Haymitch staggered into the carriage, smiling at Effie. Instantly, she knew she was in trouble. "Hey there, Princess," Haymitch chuckled to himself. "Hello," she muttered back. "How are you feeling? Pretty rough I reckon." Haymitch nodded. The others at the table were watching their interactions. Their eyes darting back and forth between the two, like they were watching a sort of verbal tennis match. "Yes." Effie gulped. He was too smug for her liking, and given the fact she couldn't remember anything from the night before. "I believe you wanted me to ask Portia something." Effie stared at him, eyes wide in fear. "Portia?" Portia looked at Haymitch. "Did Effie have a crush on me when she was little?" He smirked and Portia struggled to hold in a laugh. Effie wanted the ground to swallow her up. "Oo, yes! She had all your merchandise," Portia winked at a groaning Effie. "Well what do you know Princess? You were right after all." Haymitch smiled at her and walked out of the train carriage, as if his only sole intent was to embarrass her. Effie knew one thing, she would never drink that much alcohol again.