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]

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?

[constantgrief]

Hey! Don't be drinking that whole thing! Same some for me. [GLARINGGGG]

But I ain't going anywhere for awhile. I'm staying put in this "headspace".

[axplicitly]

[Blahblahblah taking a swig. Don't worry Haymitch, she'll save you some. Maybe.]

I guess that isn't a bad deal. Lucky bastard.

[constantgrief]

How about you then? You being sent out to somewhere?

[axplicitly]

[She shrugs like she doesn't care and hands the bottle back to Haymitch. It's about a third gone.]

The mun's still looking. [Her smile is nasty and edged with bitterness.] Somewhere interesting, if you catch my drift.

[constantgrief]

Gee, thanks for this. [He pours himself another glass.]

Can anything really be interesting to us? I mean, even this torture place some of the others stuck in here are talking about seems like a piece of cake compare to the things we've been through.

[axplicitly]

[Shrug]

I don't really care. I just don't want my strings pulled anymore.

[constantgrief]

You think that's really gonna stop?