Hello! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school-.- I got an idea for one of the parts of the story from Big Bang theory. Please!, leave reviews and requests, anything 74th/75th I will happily take! Enjoy:) I don't know what came over me. The victory tour- to Effie anyway- was going splendidly. They were on schedule, with district 2 next on the agenda. Just these 2 and then, finally, they would arrive in the capitol. It couldn't have gone any better. As the train pulled into the bustling station, Effie felt a lot more at home in comparison to places like district 11. The place was bustling with more cheery faces and banners. Streamers adorned the pillars. Capitol-esqe and exquisite. "Come now! We mustn't be late for this meeting! The mayor will be there!" Effie shouted back to the group, clustering behind her like sheep. More importantly to Effie though, the districts escort, Megaera, would be there. In short, she was a bitch and Effie didn't like her. She always flounced around in short skirts and high heels. In Effie's mind she was, quite frankly, a tease. Her always optimistic attitude was also deeply annoying. Cringing, Effie led the group over to the justice building. In the back of the group, stuck with the stylists, Haymitch grunted. "Don't upset her majesty today, Haymitch," Portia whispered. "Why, is there a reason she's more uptight than usual?" Haymitch replied. "Yes. She'll get real bitchy later too. So, don't push her, please." Portia said solemnly. Before Haymitch could reply, Effie had used them all inside the justice building. The hall was grand, to describe it lightly. Even Haymitch was impressed with its grand decor. In honour of Peeta and Katniss, banners adorning their faces hung from the stair's balcony, just above them; 'congratulations' written across it's purple stream. "Oh, isn't this just lovely!" Effie whispered, more to herself than anybody. It's grand auora made Effie feel important. This was a reoccurring feeling at points in the victory tour. Turning around, she saw her team also admiring their dining palace. Effie smiled motherly at the pair of victorious lovers. Her heart swelled with pride, after all, they were the first tributes of many she'd escorted to actually survive. Not live, not now, but survive. That was better than death; surely. "Euphemia!" Effie sighed at her voice as a slim, purple clad woman swayed across the room from the right hallway. She was wearing a short, tight dress which showed off her, in Effie's opinion, non-existent curves. Her dress was also evidently trying in vain to push up her small breasts. Her Heels were too high, which was obvious, as she couldn't walk in them. Just as Effie had gotten to 10 things she already hated about Megaera and her fashion choices today, she found herself face-to-face with 2's escort. Kissing each of her cheeks as if they were long time friends. "Megaera, how are you?" Effie stuck a smile on her face and convinced herself not to grimace at the horrid woman's cheerful nature. Her ear drums bled with every syllable she communicated. "I'm well thank you, and yourself? Still slightly bitter about last year though, we almost had you again Euphemia!" She laughed. However, Effie immediately noticed it's falseness. For a fleeting moment, Effie wondered if Megaera cried about the loss of her tribute's, like she had done years before. Her thoughts were disturbed however, by the escort's screeching squeals. "Oh, if it isn't the capitol's favourite victors!" Megaera clip-clapped over to a shocked looking Peeta and Katniss. Catching Peeta's eye; Effie shot him an apologetic glance, hoping he understood. Portia walked over to Effie. "Act civil Effs, please." Portia whispered, her voice little more than incoherent. "I will, don't worry about me," Effie mumbled in response, her lips barely moving. Watching Megaera finish smoother Katniss and Peeta, Effie watched as Megaera's eyes found Haymitch and Cinna, whispered about something or other. Sickened by her gasp of surprise, Effie glared as she went over to greet the boys. She motioned for Portia to come and interrupt, besides, the strange woman was already irritating her, and they haven't even stared eating yet. Haymitch stopped talking to Cinna as soon as he heard her approach. He had no idea who she was, nor did he care, but she introduced herself anyway; much the Haymitch's annoyance. "Oh my goodness, are you, Haymitch Abernathy?!" Megaera (or whatever her name was) squealed. Out of the corner of his eye, Haymitch could see Cinna suppressing a smile. Rolling his eyes, he replied with a reluctant, "guess so, sweetheart," The purple woman smiled and batted her eyelashes. "The years have been kind to you," she giggled flirtatiously. Haymitch watched, amused, as her eyes freely roamed his chest. He swore he saw a, 'wow' utter from her lips; but maybe it was just his imagination. Feeling a nudge from Cinna beside him, he turned his attention to the pink escort, partially storming across the room, the stylist hot on her heels. "Megaera, I see you've met Haymitch. Sorry to intrude your obviously sexually tensed meeting, but I must ask- what time will we be eating?" Effie smiled sweetly, but her eyes gleamed with cruelty and satisfaction. She'd put in the first insult. Portia snorted but then stopped herself upon seeing Megaera's eyes narrow. However the same kind smile still graced her lips. "It's fine, I'm sure we can catch up later, can't we Mr Abernathy?" Effie's eyes briefly flashed anger, but she quickly composed herself. "As for dinner, it will be in approximately 20 minutes. So I'd try my best to look pretty if I were you," Megaera smiled at Effie. Winking at Haymitch as she walked away- Effie growled in anger as she went to put on her dinner clothes. A knock on her door pulled Portia away from her sketch pad. "Come in!" She shouted. The door opened to reveal Effie Trinket, draped in nothing but a loose, silk, deep cut gown; just dropping past mid-thigh. "Sorry to disturb you, Porsche," Effie said. "I really need a new dress for this meal, I was wondering if you had one?" Effie looked up bashfully. Portia's eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong with the one I gave you?" She tried her best not to sound hurt, but honestly, she was proud of her dress she designed. Effie's eyes widened in embarrassment. "Oh! Nothing, nothing at all! It's just... I need something more... Umm," Effie swallowed, pausing as she searched for the right word to say. "-revealing," Portia laughed and Effie went bright red. "Don't laugh!" "I'm not laughing Effs!" Portia's actions betrayed her words, as she tried in vain to suppress a smirk. "It's just, why ask?" If it was even possible, Effie went a deeper shade of crimson. "No reason, just fancied a change from my usual style," Portia raised an eyebrow and Effie coughed awkwardly. "So, do you have one?" "I'm not sure, let me see." Portia ruffled through her closet, and through her clothes. Half of them she designed herself. "Ah-ha!" She announced triumphantly. "I've got you just what you need here, Effs!" Effie looked up hopefully. The dress swung from it's hanger, and by-God it was gorgeous. Classy and sleek, seemingly made of black leather, but as Effie reached out to touch it; it felt smooth and undeniably would be comfortable to sit in. The plunging neckline was just what she asked for, as was the incredible shortness of the dress. However, the sleeves made it suitable for a dinner. Effie was impressed by her best friend's choice of teasing clothing. "It's perfect," Effie whispered. "Thank you," Effie smiled and Portia felt her heart flutter with pride. "No problem, but you wear that other dress in district 1!" Portia warned. Effie nodded desperately, like a child. "I will! I promise!" Portia smiled, "alright," "Do you mind if I get changed in here? It's just, I've already done my wig and make-up. I might aswell get dressed in your room and we can go down together," Effie asked, blushing. "Sure," Portia said, her attention now back on her sketches. "Thank-you," she heard Effie say. Hearing as the robe dropped to the floor in a silken heap, Portia briefly saw her saunter over to the new dress from the corner of her eye, humming a soft tune. "Oh and by the way it unzips at the- oh. My. God." Portia had momentarily looked up to show the escort how far it unzips. She was expecting Effie to be scarcely clad. Portia was used to that, being a fashion designer; the idea of sex. She was not however, expecting Effie Trinket to be wearing the sexiest underwear imaginable. Portia's eyes travelled up from her sleek, slender legs, to her hips. Graced with small suspenders, her skin looked creamy and smooth. Her panties were pink lace and thin. Portia scoffed. Pink; it was so Effie. Her eyes could not help but scan further up. Her stomach was flat and toned, the soft skin, seemingly begging to be touched. As Portia saw her breasts, she couldn't help but gulp. They were naturally, fairly large- although today her bra was pushing them together, giving across the look of them being bigger. The same pretty pink matched her panties, as did the material. Portia felt her mouth water as she looked Effie up and down once more. She wasn't even gay, so imagine the effect Effie must have on guys... 'Wow' Portia muttered, without meaning to. "Excuse me?" Effie asked, a frown upon her pretty face. She had a blush in her cheek, so Portia knew she had been watching her stare. "Nothing Effs, I was just saying. It unzips at the side, rather than the back." Portia breathed a sigh of relief as Effie smiled once more. Privately watching as Effie gracefully put on the dress, Portia could help but wish her body could transfix people like her's could. "Does it look ok?" Effie twirled, showing off her derrière. "Of course it does. You're hot, but you already know that, don't you Effie?" Portia said with a wink, as Effie tried to hide a smile. "Shoes!" Portia said quickly. "I have the perfect pair!" She reached into her closet once more and found a pair of black stilettos. "Thank you so much, Porche!" Effie said. "Are you ready to leave?" Portia nodded and they headed out the door and into the dining hall. They were the last to arrive. The room hushed once the sound of the girls' heels hit the marble floor. "I've never been last to arrive in my life!" Effie hissed at Portia, who only chuckled in response. "There's a first time for everything, Effs," Portia whispered back. Upon sitting down, the conversation slowly returned to the table, becoming less and less awkward as they filled their stomachs. Occasionally, Effie would glare at Megaera, and likewise, she would back. Megaera also attained a habit of giggling at everything Haymitch said. Effie rolled her eyes at every touch on his arm and every pointless laugh she spewed from her mouth. To Effie, the departure of district 2 was long overdue. As she ushered everyone back aboard the train, she noticed the absence of Haymitch. "Katniss?" Effie asked, frowning. "Yes?..." Katniss' mind was whirring with all the things she could have possibly done wrong. "Have you seen Haymitch?" Effie tried to her voice as light as possible, although the she could feel the anger building up inside. Katniss nodded. "Yes, the escort kept him behind for something, I'm not sure what though," "Alright thank-you," Effie placed a smile on her face and went to fetch the mentor. "Oo mr Abernathy, I love your suit!" Haymitch uttered his thanks. Honestly, she was getting irritating. Even more irritating than Effie, and that was something. "Looks good on you..." Megaera placed her hand on his chest and swirled her fingers slightly. Haymitch gulped. "Yes well, hands off please. Cinna chose it, I'm not too sure he'd be too pleased if it were to be ruined so soon," Haymitch said. "Effie would nag me aswell," he muttered the last bit to himself, silently regretting it. He had seen the two escorts go at it all evening, the bitchiness was incredible. Haymitch had no idea Effie could be like that. Megaera scoffed. "Oh please, who cares what she thinks!" "What who thinks?" Effie came inside, arms by her side and the glare she had been supporting all evening, still plastered on her face. Megaera's eyes narrowed, but upon her face grew a smile. "Euphemia! I thought you were on the train..." Megaera's smile faltered slightly. "I was, and then I noticed my dear friend mr Abernathy was absent," Effie shot a look at Haymitch, who shrugged. "So I came back to retrieve him from your eager talons," Effie smiled cruelly, but innocently. "Well, me and mr Abernathy were just getting acquainted," Megaera winked at Haymitch, making Effie's skin crawl. For some unknown reason, she hated the idea of Megaera touching Haymitch. It made her stomach drop and anger brew inside her. "And by acquainted you mean, flouncing around in that ridiculously short skirt, in appropriate shirt and outrageous heels! I know your game Megaera!" Effie was practically shouting now and her fists were clenched by her shaking sides. "You mean, like you do?" Megaera asked. In contrast to Effie's- her tone was calm and collected as if she had been waiting to say her upcoming observation for a long time. "Excuse me?!" Effie asked, shocked. "I said- you mean like you do. You're a tease, Euphemia." Megaera said. "I regret to inform you, that you are mistaken." Effie drew her attention back to a silent Haymitch. "Come, the train is about to depart, goodbye Megaera, I wish you all the best." Effie said, her voice lacking in enthusiasm. "Farewell. And I'll see you around mr Abernathy," Megaera's voice was dripping with seduction and Haymitch had never found himself more grateful for Effie Trinket. "She was right you know," Haymitch said suddenly. The train was quickly speeding along the track towards district 1. Effie looked up from her paperwork and towards him. They were alone now, everyone else had gone to bed. "I beg your pardon?" Effie asked. "She was right, that Meg. You're a tease," Haymitch swirled his drink, and Effie sighed; disapproving both his drinking and his accusation. "And how," Effie said, "have you come the that conclusion?" Haymitch chuckled. "Just the way you act sometimes, don't take it to heart princess," Effie furrowed her brows. "You know I hate it when you call me that Haymitch," Effie scolded. "Well in my books, it's better than 'Euphemia'," Haymitch laughed at her wincing. Once their eyes met, Haymitch smiled and winked. As Effie felt her heart flutter, she got up. Yawning, Effie apologised. "I'd love to stay and chat but I'm terribly tired," Effie collected her papers and walked over to Haymitch. "And thank-you, Haymitch, truly," "For what, Princess?" "Being polite today, and not falling for Megaera's 'evil charms'," Effie said jokingly. Her face suddenly turned serious and she bent forward, kissing his cheek softly, in a way which felt friendly with a few more feelings added in. "Goodnight," Effie whispered, and walked away to her room, leaving Haymitch shaking his head, but smirking, in her wake. He knew of course, her feelings today were not unlike those of jealously. He drank some more, as his mind wandered over the idea of Effie being jealous. He chuckled lightly. Haymitch didn't know what'd came over her.