Hey everyone. I decided to do a Hayffie fic! Characters belong to Suzanne Collins! Please read and review. Thank you, enjoy!

"Haymitch, is it such a big deal for you to wash the dishes?" Effie sighed. She was obviously annoyed. The huge pile of dirty plates and mugs on Haymitch' kitchen counter seemed to get bigger every day. "It's your turn this week!" She didn't get a response. "Haymitch?"

A lot had changed. After the rebellion, Effie had slowly started hating the Capitol through and through. How could she? It was her birthplace, after all. But what they had done to her was unforgivable. She had decided to stay at first. But it was not as easy as she had thought. Images of her prison cell had come to her at night. Peacekeepers, shadows in her memory. The screaming and begging of fellow prisoners. Pain. Every night, she would wake up, screaming and soaking in sweat. Tears running down her pale face.

That's when she had decided to go in on Haymitch's offer to come live with him in 12. It was a big step. But she knew it would be good for her. She had doubted for a moment if she should wear her usual attire or not. That's how they knew her. Bright and bubbly. But the fear of being rejected by the people of District 12 was overwhelming. She had no home anymore. The Capitol wasn't her home anymore. 12 was her only chance at starting a new life.

She had decided to put on the simplest of outfits she had. A knee-length navy blue summer dress and a light blonde wig. The wig was made of human hair, pretty expensive, no one could tell she was wearing one. Her mother had always told her that her real hair wasn't pretty enough. Not for the Capitol. Her imprisonment didn't take away Effie's desire of wearing pretty things and having manners. That felt nice. Still having a part of herself. But the reason she wore a wig had changed. In prison, they had cut her hair unevenly. It was absolutely repelling, she thought.

She had packed a few simple dresses –they were pretty hard to find– and had headed straight for the train. The journey had been long. She was extremely nervous. But the moment she had walked on the gravel that adorned the path to the Victor's Village, she knew she had made the right decision. Haymitch had welcomed her with open arms, which surprised her. Sadly, the thought that he had really changed, quickly evaporated into thin air the moment she was greeted by the unmistakable stench of alcohol and saw liquor bottles scattered all over the floor.

Effie had gotten the spare room at the end of the corridor. She had lived in Haymitch's house for almost a full year now. His company was nice, they had helped each other through the healing process. But he could be annoying at times, she thought. Even after all this time, he still didn't have the slightest of manners. That was mostly the reason they bickered a lot. Maybe some things never change.

"Haymitch!" Nothing. She walked towards the living room. As expected, Haymitch lay sprawled out on the couch. Drunk as a skunk. Asleep. Effie sighed. When she wasn't around, he could really mess things up. She looked around in search for his knife. She found it in his hand, carefully took it away from him, leaned over, and shouted in his ear. "Haymitch!" His eyes flew open, he jumped up from the couch, screaming and yelling, and frantically flung his arms around to protect himself from the creature that had shouted his name. He slowly calmed down and took in the figure that stood in front of him. "Trinket, are you crazy?" he yelled. "I don't want you to drink yourself into oblivion when I'm not around to stop you." Effie stated calmly. "Why do you care anyway?" Haymitch sat down on the couch again.

Effie sat down next to him and stared at her shoes. "You know I care about you. You're my friend." Haymitch snorted and shook his head. "Yes, but you know I can't help it. I never ask you to take off your ridiculous wig, do I?" "That's different." Effie sighed and pulled her legs upon the couch. Haymitch wanted to protest, but stopped himself. "I'm sorry." he mumbled. She didn't respond. "Hey, I didn't really mean it like that." He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. A friendly gesture. He did that a lot. It always made her relax after she had woken up from yet another nightmare. "No, no, no."Effie said, smiling a little. "That's fine, really."

They sat like that for a while until the television suddenly flickered on. The seal of Panem appeared on the screen. "What in the world is going on?" Effie murmured to herself. Next President Paylor appeared, sitting behind a mahogany desk. "People of Panem," she spoke, "after decades of being suppressed by the Capitol, the Districts were freed by the rebels exactly one year ago. To show the Capitolians that the Districts can not and will never again be overruled, the 76th and final Hunger Games will be held in a few weeks."

"Oh shit…" Haymitch cursed. Effie's eyes grew to the size of platters. "What..?" "The tributes of these finale Games," Paylor continued, "are to be reaped from all the gamemakers, peacekeepers, escorts, stylists and everyone that ever had anything to do with the Games. The reaping will be held in the City Circle in three days. This will be the only announcement, thank you." Then the screen went black.