Well here I brought another chapter I hope you liked it a lot, I hope you are enjoying this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
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Haymitch goes up to the Pent House in search of Effie, and goes directly to the attic after scanning with his eyes he does not find his escort anywhere, when he finds her he sees her smoking, Haymitch makes a cocky smile while raising his eyebrow.
"The straw calls the pot," Haymitch comments sarcastically as he points to the cigarette between his lips.
Effie sighs the smoke from her cigarette. "Unlike you, I know when to stop," she mentions, bringing it back to her lips.
Haymitch wrinkles his nose at the smoke. "I hate the smell," he says, looking at her with amusement.
"I hate it when you smell like vomit caused by your drunkenness," Effie replies as she sees him. "And I hate the smell of Whiskey."
Haymitch can't help but laugh lightly at his response, both of them remaining silent in their vice.
"About what happened..." Haymitch begins without directly knowing what to say.
Effie sighs" I'm sorry it was my fault, I'm sorry for everything I mentioned, I didn't know what was going on with Clifford and everything" she murmurs softly.
Haymitch makes a face, he can't apologize. "Cecelia told me what was happening with you escorts," he says, making a face.
Effie stiffens at the mention of those facts, it's not something she really wants to discuss. "It doesn't matter," she says quickly.
"Don't do what you did last time, don't try to get sponsors, and unlike other winners I'm not a pimp so I'm not interested in getting those deals," Haymitch explains.
Effie nods her head without really knowing what to say or do, she is in one of her most vulnerable moments" I'm sorry to mention about Maysilee"
It's the moment where Haymitch gets tense, sips his drink. "Just don't mention my games again," he mutters quickly.
They are both in the dark in the attic, one of the few places, slightly safe, however it is the first time that they can both feel comfortable with each other and a place where they feel like they fit...
"When a tribute is worth fighting for, I'll let you know," Haymitch tells Effie. "In the meantime, my advice is not to get attached to them, you won't be able to survive the games if you suffer their loss every year."
Effie laughs darkly. "I don't think I can survive," she says sincerely. The idea of leaving the games even knowing it could end in her death is a better way than having to live through this all year.
Haymitch only sees her through the darkness, perhaps at night it hides the wig, makeup and colors of the capitol too much and makes her look more human.
"Play the games, Trinket," Haymitch says as he gets closer to her and sees a very subtle and light tear run down her cheek, he has the impulse to wipe it away, however she is faster, and puts on a fake smile again. Just then, by the glare, Haymitch manages to see the small red marks that he knows he caused, and his stomach churns with his own bile.
He brings his hand closer to her chin, and they both tense. Haymitch removes his hand quickly as if he had been burned by the feeling of her soft skin. "I was over your head," he says darkly.
Effie makes a face when she sees how Haymitch became and puts her hand on his arm. "No problem, don't blame yourself, I started it… I'm sorry for hitting you," she says while trying to bring her hand to his cheek.
However, Haymitch pulls away, Effie lowers her hand uncomfortably, knowing that Haymitch is not comfortable with physical contact coming from her, Haymitch just nods her head.
"Who would have thought that the little princess would have character? "You took out your claws," she says mockingly.
Effie rolls her eyes. "It wasn't appropriate behavior," she says while shrugging as politely as possible.
Haymitch's eyes shine with amusement at this. "What more inappropriate behavior you have, darling," he murmurs suggestively.
Effie raises an eyebrow. "You'll never find out," she says as she smokes again.
At this Haymitch laughs and even he is surprised to see that it was a genuine laugh and it is something that is rare to happen to him, while Effie gives him a sweet smile, Haymitch can't help but stare at her blue eyes, and how this damn night and with its damn lunar glow it makes her skin shine more and he can't help but look down at her pink lips, feeling that his throat is getting dry, to which he quickly looks away while taking his drink, both of them. side by side enjoying that small moment in each other's company.
"Finally we can be colleagues," Effie says as she shakes his hand.
Haymitch nods his head. "I can try," he says, taking her hand and feeling a shiver run through his body, to which he assumes that Effie felt it too since he quickly pushes her away while he sees a slight blush on her face. "Good night Haymitch," Effie murmurs. as he leaves the attic.
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And just as Haymitch had predicted, the tributes from district 12 that year were cannon fodder died in the bloodbath of the cornucopia, Enobaria the winner of district 2 enjoyed while taking out the guts of the girl from district 12, and a boy District 3 was at least faster in killing the male tribute from District 12.
Haymitch had to drink too much to be able to let go of those scenarios in his mind. Effie, on the other hand, began taking pills to be able to sleep those nights. The only good thing about those games was that they ended quickly and for the first time they both attended Cesar's interview, lying in the hope that the other year there would be a winner.
Unfortunately Haymitch had to accompany Clifford after he had the first night with a client, while Chaff, Blight, drank themselves into oblivion in the company of the poor boy because the only one of those 4 who had not gone through that had been Chaff who at the same time Having his stump never seemed attractive to the capitol, however, for both Blight and Haymitch, the first years after winning their games they had date after date, more so Haymitch being the winner of Quell... until his drunken appearance took away the most. part of the attraction for the capitol.
None of the 4 knew what was happening until Cecelia had to go down with Effie and the two of them entered with the help of the peace officer, they had to take the 4 of them out of the bar and leave them on each floor, ending up with only Effie and Haymitch in the elevator.
Haymitch stares at him" Cecelia is right" he says as he stares at him, feeling like everything around him is spinning.
Effie just sighs, hating having to see Haymitch in those situations. "We're almost there," Effie murmurs.
"You're pretty," Haymitch says and after that he proceeds to vomit, to which Effie was quick and manages to move away before he vomited on her, she sighs, holding her breath at the smell and forgetting the comment that Haymitch made as she takes him out of the elevator. to take him to his room, and how he was able to maneuver with leaving him on the bed while leaving him aside in case he vomited again.
She sighs before leaving as she sees him seeing that he is already falling asleep, I understand a little more the reason why he insists on drinking so much...wondering everything he had to have suffered to get to that point, she subtly runs a hand on his forehead., but Haymitch is startled, to which Effie quickly walks away, while he rolls over and goes back to sleep snoring.
The next morning is the coronation and therefore the last day of The Hunger Games, Haymitch remembers absolutely nothing of last night until Mags hits him on the head" Ouch" he mutters while rubbing the part of his head. nape
"I told you to help him, not get him drunk," Mags tells him in a serious tone.
Haymitch shrugs, "Try to help him," he mutters, Mags just sighs hoping Clifford isn't going to follow Chaff and Hymitch's path.
"How's the dryness? "Cecelia asks him mockingly.
Haymitch makes a grunting noise, to which Cecelia laughs. "You have to thank me and Effie, without us, they would have ended up in the bar in an alcohol coma," Cecelia says as she scolds him.
Haymitch frowns, he has no memory of the previous night, much less of him being helped by Effie, but he knows that Cecelia is not lying, so in peace, he says goodbye to her for the first time in this entire year.
"So glad you got rid of me for a year," Haymitch murmurs with a wry smile.
Effie gives him a smile that seems sincere. "It's the best news I have, not having to deal with you until next year," she says.
Haymitch smiles and winks. "See you next time, darling."
Chaff watches with a raised eyebrow at the strange exchange of words between Haymitch's escort and him.
"You already get along with her," Chaff says mockingly since Cecelia is not there because they had already passed district 8.
"Cecelia's right, she's not the worst escort," Haymitch says with a shrug.
To which Chaff snorts, "Be careful, boy," he murmurs.
Haymitch rolls his eyes, hating that Chaff refers to him that way, however, he doesn't know why the warning...
Author's note: The two of them are getting closer and closer... they already feel the spark