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Okay, this is fanart for ~FlutteringPhalanges fanfiction Of Perfume Liquor and Baby Bottles, here's the link to the story: [link] Go check it out, I promise it's worth it, especially if you're a Hayffie shipper :3 Anyway, please view in full, otherwise you can't read the quote from the fanfic and you have to read it to get the pics that go with it Anyway, I'm planning to do a pic for every chapter she has posted so far, because I love the fanfic so much ^^ Hope you like it(:

Without thinking, I thrust the bottle into my mouth and take a rather large gulp. He's right about the burn. My eyes water in pain as it slides down my throat leaving a sizzling pain behind. But, it's quite odd, it, in a way, feels good. Very good. So much so that I find myself taking another sip and then another until reality grows hazy and I sink into a fantasy, a dream, that only a bright light and a searing headache pull me out from. And that's when I find myself in bed. Not my bed but a dirty, yellowed sheets, liquor reeking bed that takes me only a minute to put two and two together.In my drunken stupor, I, Effie Trinket, had slept with none of than Haymitch Abernathy.

Description
Okay, this is fanart for ~FlutteringPhalanges fanfiction Of Perfume Liquor and Baby Bottles, here's the link to the story: [link] Go check it out, I promise it's worth it, especially if you're a Hayffie shipper :3 Anyway, please view in full, otherwise you can't read the quote from the fanfic and you have to read it to get the pics that go with it Anyway, I'm planning to do a pic for every chapter she has posted so far, because I love the fanfic so much ^^ Hope you like it(:

Without thinking, I thrust the bottle into my mouth and take a rather large gulp. He's right about the burn. My eyes water in pain as it slides down my throat leaving a sizzling pain behind. But, it's quite odd, it, in a way, feels good. Very good. So much so that I find myself taking another sip and then another until reality grows hazy and I sink into a fantasy, a dream, that only a bright light and a searing headache pull me out from. And that's when I find myself in bed. Not my bed but a dirty, yellowed sheets, liquor reeking bed that takes me only a minute to put two and two together.In my drunken stupor, I, Effie Trinket, had slept with none of than Haymitch Abernathy.