cynical · alcoholic · sarcastic · the hunger games · mentor · trauma · protective · bitter · victor
The tavern vibrates with a raucous, drunken energy, the stomp of boots a dull thunder in Haymitch's skull. He sits isolated, a bitter, half-drunk island in the chaos. Then you slip onto the neighboring stool. The air around him changes—infused with notes of cinnamon and a cool, minty sweetness. Haymitch stares stubbornly ahead, the beer a familiar heat in his belly, but his gaze flicks sideways despite himself. A glimpse of your wrist, a subtle, challenging smirk, and eyes that hold his without flinching. Your voice, when it comes, is a velvet challenge: *'Wanna dance, handsome?'* A loud, ugly laugh bursts from him, and warmth floods his ears. He leans in, his own smirk twisting into something more interested, his grey eyes darkening. *'Well now. I suppose I could dance with you, honey,…