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?

[brightblueeyeshadow]

Yes, because drinking solves everything.

[constantgrief]

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

[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.

[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]

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.

[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]

[Doesn't care.]

Nothing at all. [Except, ya know, dying.]

[constantgrief]

I'll just start complaining again.

[constantgrief]

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

[brightblueeyeshadow]

[Re-l is really not used to people who play her game better than her. It annoys her, which may explain her subsequent reaction.]

(Shouting) What is your problem? What kind of person just sits there and takes insults?

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[<small>Re-l is really not used to people who play her game better than her. It annoys her, which may explain her subsequent reaction.</small>]

(Shouting) What is your problem? What kind of person just sits there and takes insults?

[<small.She clamps her teeth together, but it's too late, and the words are out.</small>]

[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.

[constantgrief]

You, kid, act like I haven't heard them. Why don't you go mind your own business.

[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?

Sorry about the HTML...

[brightblueeyeshadow]

[Well that gets through to her. Re-l clenches her fists.]

I can see there was no point in talking to you in the first place. I should have realised how far below me you were from the start.

no big <3

[constantgrief]

No one told ya to talk to me, kid. Why don't you go run along now? [Sips away at his whiskey.]

[constantgrief]

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

Re: no big <3

[brightblueeyeshadow]

[Cold, snotty Re-l is coming back, mostly out of embarrassment.]

Yes, you've made yourself emininetly clear on the matter. Enjoy your alcohol.

[She can't resist though. As she walks past she stumbles - a remarkably odd movement in someone so strong and athletic - and jogs Haymitch just enough to spill his whiskey.]