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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[constantgrief]

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

[airborn]

[Quick as a flash, she nabs one of the bottles at his side and holds it behind her back.]

Are you going to take it back?

[constantgrief]

Come kid. I don't have time for this.

[airborn]

Sure you do. [Watch her now, Haymitch. One second the other bottle's next to you, the next second, it's gone!]

What about this one?

[constantgrief]

Really? You're really doing this? Give it back now.

[airborn]

Nope. That's my choice.

[She backs away.]

You can try to take them back or not. Isn't that a choice?

[constantgrief]

What's up with you and choice? You're acting like it's all important, like we have one.

[airborn]

You're acting like sitting around and drinking's the only thing you can do.

But that's not true.

[constantgrief]

[Grumbling: You got no right to tell me how to live my life.]

[airborn]

[If you thought being grumpy would make her cower, you're out of luck.

It only makes her giggle.]

[constantgrief]

Quick laughing, kid.

[airborn]

[No way, you need more laughter in your life.]

Don't you have music in district 12?

[constantgrief]

Who cares what I had? It's all gone now anyway. Just give it back kid! You're testing my patience.