Eternally grouchy test-drive

[fortherefreshments]

Right, let's cut the chitchat and get to the chase. They've seen this all before. You want a game.

That's one sick sense of humor you have there. I've just got two words for you.

Like. Hell.

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From one book character to another o/

[unholy_terror]

[Well Haymitch, have a teenager actually handing you a mug for once. Granted it was a fake skull mug but still. The substance was brown and thick but drinks were drinks.]

Here you'll probably need this. This is a Yorick. Makes other drinks look like pisswater and you wake up in the morning feeling like you kicked President Snow in his wrinkled old gnads.

[stillplaying]

It's not going to work.

[There's not much more that needs to be said. She's tried it. She's seen others try it. But in the end, Gamemakers are Gamemakers. It doesn't matter where. It doesn't matter what. They don't care.]

oh hai!

[flyliner]

I shouldn't have to tell you to watch what you say, but I would be careful mentioning hell.

\o Howdy!

[fortherefreshments]

[ This is certainly surprising; he would be lying if he said the description of the drink is not tempting. Still, old habits keep him from the skull mug or showcasing any enthusiasm. ]

Never heard of it, or seen you for that matter.

[unholy_terror]

I'm from a different universe but I've heard about you. If you really want I'll take a drink first. My name is Lex, in case you wanted to know.

[fortherefreshments]

[ For a moment he seems to heed her warning, studying her with a furrowed brow. The moment doesn't last long, and before he gets a blink in, his attention has wandered again. ]

Always the ray of sunshine.

well hello there, buddy!

[fortherefreshments]

She's too lazy to outdo the concept.

He's just...a suspicious little thing.

[fortherefreshments]

Lex.

[ He raises his brows in regards to the introduction, continuing to study the cup from afar. ]

You offer drinks to all the strangers you meet?

Of course xD

[unholy_terror]

Like I said, I heard about you and we share something in common. We've seen a lot of morbid situations.

[swipers]

[ A quiet side glance. ]

Sick sense of humor?

[fortherefreshments]

[ He scowls and takes a defiant sip from his own flask. ]

My deepest sympathies, sweetheart, but nobody should have to bond over that.

[fortherefreshments]

...you look very familiar.

[unholy_terror]

Agreed but I also know which one of our drinks melts your troubles away the best.

[She'd take a sip of the Yorick just to show it was safe.]

sorry for icons that DON'T MAKE SENSE, no one does batches of this guy

[flyliner]

I wouldn't expect anyone to. Or for you to start censoring yourself now, really. You've got your own image to keep.

[one that's not exactly reputable by effie's standards, but it's still an image]

[swipers]

So do you.

[fortherefreshments]

[ There's a loud sniff on his part before he takes another deep swig from the flask. That's about as much of a prompt as he's going to give. ]

once I find screencaps, I'm gonna make some for you :>

[fortherefreshments]

[ And he's so pleased to hear someone is competent enough to understand that. ]

Words worth keeping in mind, all the same.

[fortherefreshments]

Small world, then.

[stillplaying]

[There's a slight quirk of her lips. Amused. How long has it been since she's last seen Haymitch?

Good to know some things don't change.]

You deserve the warning.

[unholy_terror]

So what was going on in your world just before you were brought up here?

[fortherefreshments]

Don't tell me you're going soft now, sweetheart.

[ Though he's silently hoping that she too is finished with games. ]

[stillplaying]

[She shakes her head. If only she could go soft. If only she was finished with any and all games. What she would give to just be left alone in District Twelve.] Can't.

[fortherefreshments]

Doesn't matter what, it's an interruption all the same.

[ Which is his own way of describing a night drinking. ]

So, what's the story on Yorick?

[unholy_terror]

A Yorick is pure essence of the afterlife mixed in with more mundane drinking ingredients.

[fortherefreshments]

[ He sniffs, disappointed. ]

Yeah. I know.

[ To resolve the soured mood, he searches around in his jacket for his faithful flask. ]

I assume there's at least someone around to save your neck from time to time?