voice testing... /sob

[constantgrief]

Okay, sweetheart? You want me here? We're gonna have to make a deal then. I'll stay as long as you let me drink. I could care less what you do with me, not like I haven't already seen it. Just leave me and the whiskey.

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[airborn]

[It is true that the victors often turned to drugs or drink after, but this man. He was with Katniss, wasn't he? That makes him of note to her.]

It's bad for you.

[constantgrief]

Ya think?

[airborn]

So why do you do it?

[constantgrief]

I don't really have a choice, now do I?

[brightblueeyeshadow]

Yes, because drinking solves everything.

[constantgrief]

Got that right.

[brightblueeyeshadow]

[Re-l can't actually tell if he misunderstood her sarcasm or just doesn't care, and it throws her a bit.]

I don't suppose you had anything productive to be doing with your time anyway.

[That doesn't mean she's going to be nice about it, though.]

[obliviousescort]

[She makes a sound]

If your writer has any sense, they won't condone such a horrible habit.

[constantgrief]

Too late. [Look, he has a glass with him right now.]

[obliviousescort]

[She narrows her eyes.]

They can still cut you off at a whim.

[coversears]

[He has his drinking habit and she has habit of covering her ears to shut out the bad things. She can't scold him for wanting to drink.]

Just don't.... [She trails off for just a moment. Not a long one. She's a bit overwhelmed by all of this Mun business too.] Just don't over do it okay?

[constantgrief]

Would've already done that by now. [And he wishes he had.]

[coversears]

Do you think it'll be as bad...? [She doesn't even have to say what it could be as bad as. Her hands are already close to making their usual place at her ears. She doesn't like this.]

[stillplaying]

[She scowls at hearing his words. It's not so much seeing Haymitch himself - that's actually a nice surprise. Not that it hasn't exactly been a long time. That trip home let her see him. Him and Peeta and the remanants of District 12. But the experimentation, the game that happened after soured the whole experience. Makes it feel like so much longer.

And the last thing she wants is seeing Haymitch in any games. It's almost as bad as picturing Peeta in one.]

You can't make deals with them. They never listen.

[constantgrief]

Well, I got my drinks, so I think I'm good.

[stillplaying]

[Another scowl.]

Your drinks won't help you if they send you to a game.

[incendie]

I wouldn't leave it open.

[ The offer, not the whiskey - that she could care less about. If he wanted to drink himself stupid instead of help then fine, she'd find something else ]

There are things worse than the Games.

[constantgrief]

That so, sweetheart? From what I've heard, they're not.

[And he's just sipping away at his drink.]

[incendie]

Then you've got the luck.

[ Because we all know that Katniss doesn't ]

[axplicitly]

[Have a sardonic smile.]

Careful. Your gamemaker might take you up on that.

[constantgrief]

Already has. Ya want a glass?

[axplicitly]

Drunk, old Haymitch, done in by a bitchy, little mun.

[Forget the glass, she'll be grabbing a bottle.]

So what's the arena of choice?

[awaywithwords]

I wouldn't count on your mun leaving you here with your whiskey for long.

[constantgrief]

Ah! You don't know my mun... thing then.

How you doing, kid?

[awaywithwords]

I don't but from what I've seen so far of other muns, they are not that different than Gamemakers. They don't want us to remain idle for long.

I'm feeling restless, my mun seems content with keeping me to places like this for the time being.