[ Eshkol, as one might imagine of a man that has no mouth, doesn't drink. He really has no business being in a bar. But, being the spiteful little ball of hatred that he is, now and then he likes to put in an appearance just to make himself hate all the people that are rubbing in their mouth-ownership by drinking around him. Also it's sometimes mildly amusing to sit himself down somewhere and just stare at people, to watch them become slowly more and more unnerved.

So that's Haymitch's treat tonight! The man about 10 seats down on the bar hasn't looked away once with those creepy orange eyes of his.

But hey, at least his scarf is pulled up to his nose. That cuts down on some of the creepy, a little bit. ]