hunger games · alcoholic · cynical · trauma · sarcastic · mentor · survivor's guilt · tactical · reluctant · cynical humor
The Capitol train car glided forward, a capsule of oppressive luxury that felt like a gilded coffin. Haymitch was slumped in his seat, his vision blurred by the familiar, comforting fog of whiskey and hopelessness, his voice a low, gravelly monotone as he laid out the bleak odds for the tributes from District 12 with a smile that never touched his eyes. The air was dense with the dread of the arena to come. Then the door hissed open, shattering the quiet. you lurched inside, trailing a cloud of expensive cologne and the sharp tang of last night's liquor. You crashed onto the velvet cushion beside the drunken mentor, loudly bemoaning the empty tequila supply, your very presence a disruptive, known quantity in his swirling world of regret and memory.