He's always inebriated to some degree. She's prim and proper to the last bit of lace that covers her porcelain skin. But he finds when she shoots straight liquor, that high-toned, upper-class citizen inside of her tumbles down with her dignity. It's her third year when she's so disgracefully drunk that he thinks she might be as fucked up as he is.
Then she giggles about something trivial and he remembers he doesn't care.
They make it as far as the hallway in the penthouse before they're completely naked and ready to fuck. She keeps her wig on, though. Always. He can't bear to see her normal because she might actually be human, and that's inconceivable
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This is amazing, with the right touch of harshness and dysfunction that I rarely see (but always want to see, if I'm to believe it) in Effie/Haymitch fics.
It starts as a drunk hook-up.
He's always inebriated to some degree. She's prim and proper to the last bit of lace that covers her porcelain skin. But he finds when she shoots straight liquor, that high-toned, upper-class citizen inside of her tumbles down with her dignity. It's her third year when she's so disgracefully drunk that he thinks she might be as fucked up as he is.
Then she giggles about something trivial and he remembers he doesn't care.
They make it as far as the hallway in the penthouse before they're completely naked and ready to fuck. She keeps her wig on, though. Always. He can't bear to see her normal because she might actually be human, and that's inconceivable ( ... )
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