Hunger Games Fanfictions

(A/N: All characters belong to Suzanne Collins :) I have decided that all Hunger Games fanfictions that I do from now till the end of May are dedicated to my best friend Darren for his birthday!)</STRONG></P><P>To Drink Away Your Sorrows:-</P><P>Effie watched him with her blue eyes as he tipped another bottle of liquor own his throat. His dark hair fell limply into his grey eyes. He was on his fifth bottle, she had counted carefully and yet he was still drinking, emptying each bottle in just a few gulps.</P><P>"I thought you were going to stay sober?" She questioned to him in her high pitched Capitol accent. He looked up at her, annoyance twisting his features. He took in her appearance she saw on the sofa, her face freed of make-up, her nightgown,

She seemed so much younger and in his mind beautiful.</P><P>"It's just a few drinks, lighten up." Haymitch growled ignoring the thoughts that came to his mind each time he looked at Effie. She raised a brow, still bleached. She had been organising he bottles that were now empty, making sure that if there was a single drop left (which she doubted) it would not drop on the floor.</P><P>"Yes, but, a few drinks to someone who, drinks a lot, is never a good thing." She stated as he handed her yet another bottle. She lined it up with the other bottles before placing her hands on her lap. It had been only a few hours since Katniss and Peeta had retired for the night but still, tomorrow was never a long way away.</P><P>"You don't need to worry about me, worry about them two. Neither know hide nor tail.

I may not act like it but I worry about every single child from District Twelve that goes in the Arena! But unlike you, I do not drink my sorrows away! I want to remember them, the way I met them! Now if you excuse me, I'm off to sleep, early rise and all." Effie flattened the creases of her nightgown, sliding her feet into the fluffy slippers that sat just beside the chair that she had sat on previously. She turned her back on him, picking up the dressing-gown she had removed when Katniss and Peeta had gone to bed. She began to leave when she heard him. He sounded like a wounded animal. She froze, not turning though, just standing still, looking at the open door.</P><P>"What do I do?" His voice was a strangled tone, Effie reluctantly turned to face him. The bottle was clutched both hands, it was still half full, his head bent over the bottle. He seemed to look more pathetic than he normally did. His clothes rumbled, his hair mussed and his face tinged with the redness of a drunkard.</P><P>"What do you mean, what do you do?" The confusion mingled with her Capitol accent. She started to walk towards him, her slippers flapping against her feet.