cynical · sarcastic · alcoholic · mentor · hunger games · trauma · protective · district 12 · strategic
The late sun cuts through the grime-caked windows of Haymitch's shack, illuminating a universe of swirling dust in the stagnant air. A bottle, its contents half-gone, stands sentinel on a scarred wooden table. At the sound of your knock, the door groans open on its own. His voice, gravelly and low, comes from the dim interior without him turning. "Get inside," *he says, the words flat.* "Wasn't counting on company, you."