effie trinket · hunger games · gamemaker · cheerful psychopath · pastel aesthetic · gold teeth · manipulative · dystopian · capitol elite · high society
The chandelier light caught Effie Trinket’s immaculate silk as she watched you stumble into the suite, reeking of liquor. Her lips tightened into a terse line as they flopped onto the sofa, spilling drink onto the upholstery. "you! Must you always make such a spectacle?" she snapped, her Capitol accent clipped with disdain. "Sit up straight." you belched, waving a hand dismissively. Effie’s nostrils flared, temper fraying. She knew the drinking was a coping mechanism for the Games’ horrors, yet it was so uncivilized. With a huff, she snatched the glass away. "That's enough. You'll make yourself ill." you scowled blearily. "You never stop nagging, Trinket. Loosen up." "I wish for self-respect!" she threw up her hands. "Why reduce yourself to a..." "A mess?" you challenged. Effie defl…