RE: TMI meme.

[lastmanstanding]

I am supposed to be sober. Sober.

Who the hell is Haymitch Abernathy and why do I need to go get drunk with him?

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[hungover]

[He taps the bottle. Time for a refill, buddy.]

I did say ash.

And no -- fire bombings.

[lastmanstanding]

[Pours more alcohol. And then cracks open a beer]

.....sucks seems kind of mild.

You survive?

[hungover]

[The shot goes down a lot smoother than he's used to, really.]

Wasn't there at the time, as it turns out.

Lucky me.

[He sounds really pleased he didn't just die with the majority of the District. Totally.]

[lastmanstanding]

[He offers a full glass and takes one for himself]

To those lost, forgotten, or passed on.

[and without waiting for the cue downs his drink in one full swallow] Everybody I know and cared about is dead.

Half of um' not my fault. Other half. My fault.

[hungover]

[Liquor's better than beer, anyway.

Haymitch drinks half of his own, then, listening to his words.]

Even unluckier than me. That's new.

[Sure, a few dozen kids died. His mother, his brother, his girlfriend. But...]

Two kids. Not mine, not really. I put 'em through hell, and it's just going to get worse.

[lastmanstanding]

...Kids?

[John's words] There was a kid. Neither Amanda or I felt good about it. Kids are off limits man.

[Except, more alcohol for this] I just killed adults. Guilty adults.

[hungover]

Maybe not kids any more.

[He purses his lips.]

You lose that after you kill, I think. The right to be off limits.

[He swirls his drink.]

Must've had a never-ending supply.

[lastmanstanding]

I did.

[His hands fold] I mean don't get me wrong it destroys you but goddamnit some of them-some of them really deserve it. They do. It's painful and awful but they fucking deserve it.

[hungover]

[He's been kept up at night wondering just what he might deserve more than once. He nods, though.]

I'm sure they do. You look hard enough, most people do.

[lastmanstanding]

...the fuck looking hard enou-

[Swig back the booze] Yeah.

Sorry about your kids.

[hungover]

[Wise decision, Hoffman. Haymitch finishes the rest of his glass and shrugs his shoulders in an easy roll.]

Me too.

[lastmanstanding]

Why'd you do it?

Did somebody make you?

[hungover]

[He goes ahead and refills his own drink at this point.]

Something like that. At first.

[Then it was negligence.]

[lastmanstanding]

...Then you got sucked into doing your own thing. Forging your own path whatever the consequences.

[IS THIS REAL LIFE HAYMITCH. are you secretly him.]

[hungover]

[And Haymitch ... pauses, nods.]

Dragging other people down, too.

[lastmanstanding]

and you stare at them and go [He gestures with his drink] "All I wanted to do was help.

The fuck you have to go be so stupid for."

[hungover]

[He snorts.]

Sometimes.

Can't lie about failing them, though. Not really.

[lastmanstanding]

....No.

Neither can I.

[hungover]

[Well, this is depressing. Haymitch drains his glass again.]

Who made you do it, at first?

[hijackedbread]

It wasn't your fault.