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Date & Time: Saturday night!
Location: The Cascade Lounge
Characters: Haymitch and [open]
Summary: What are we doing tonight, Brain? The same thing we do every night.
Warnings: ...trying to take over the world? No, nothing actually. Haymitch being himself is warning enough.

[No matter where he was, there was one thing he could rely on (other than himself) -- alcohol. Sure, he spent most of his nights drinking at home alone ... but he'd started to think that he needed more information about this place, and the easiest way to get that would just be to sit around and wait for people to come to him.

A lonely drunk at the bar is the perfect potential conversation partner, right?

Right. At least he's been quiet and hasn't started any fights with anyone ... yet..]

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Doesn't matter how old you are. You can always be entertaining.

[Meg tops off her drink, puts the stopper on and then sets the bottle down at the foot of her stool. It's hidden a bit by the leg of the stool and her own boot.]

Too old to put the effort in consciously, then.

[And it isn't as if Haymitch is going to say anything about it.]

Unless there's a show to be made, of course, but I don't see any cameras.

[She finds his remark curious.]

Are you a performer?

Of a sort. More of a -- mentor.

[Yeah, that'll do for now.]

What do you mentor? Drinking?

[Meg takes a drink of her whiskey and smiles.

Meanwhile, another customer is at the far end of the bar; he orders a whiskey. The bartender wanders back toward them and looks around for the whiskey bottle. He has a puzzled look on his face. When his search turns up nothing, he takes a new bottle from beneath the bar and goes to serve the man his drink.

Meg's eyes follow him the entire time looking amused.]

[Haymitch snorts.]

Only to the special sort. Most of the time? I teach kids how to kill other kids.

[Really noble work, isn't it?]

Or I did.

[The subject doesn't seem to shock or bother her. In fact, she looks interested.]

Were you a soldier or something?

[Some military guy who taught young recruits how to kill in battle? He looks like he could've been the type.]

Closer to the 'or something' category.

[He finishes his drink, setting the glass on the counter. Fill 'er up any time there, Meg.]

Turns out, the place I come from's a lot more screwed up than this one.

[Outwardly, at least.]

[With the bartender back to his game watching, Meg picks up the drink and tops both of their glasses off again.]

What's it like where you come from?

More of a police state than this place, which is a feat.

[He tips his glass back and forth again.]

Bit of a war zone shortly, I'd assume.

Interesting. I guess only the strong survival, huh?

[She drinks her whiskey. Despite how much she's had so far, she doesn't appear affected by it.]

Or the clever.

[He chuckles, though.]

Up until recently, it was just everyone that kept their mouth shut and wasn't selected for the Reaping.

The reaping? I like the sound of it. Sounds.. so dramatic.

[She knows he won't agree, though.]

[Oh, he's used to people liking the Reaping.]

Oh, sure. Much pomp and circumstance, and forcing children into their Sunday best to be sent to their deaths.

[He'd perhaps agree, given a certain set of circumstances. One can never predict exactly how they'll react until something happens.]

And that was you, wasn't it?

Mentoring these kids before sending them to their death?

Hah. Sounds like you have a lot to drink about.

[She'll go ahead and refill his glass again.]

Once upon a time, sure. Decades, really.

[He's glad for that refill. He's about reaching his limit of what he'll talk about even with the drink in him, but not quite there.]

Don't sound so surprised. Most people aren't as good as they pretend to be, or would like to be.

I knew that. Most people are downright evil.

[Meg knows that all too well.]

Myself included.

[She smiles and drinks her whiskey.]

[Haymitch lets out a soft laugh.]

At least you can admit it, princess. What makes you so evil, then?

I've done some pretty mean things to get what I want.

And I've got a collection of enemies to prove it, which doesn't exactly make my life easy.

[Especially now that she's stuck in this world with said enemies running around hating her.]

[He smirks.]

Life isn't supposed to be easy anyway. Any of your enemies catch up to you, yet?

Once so far. Was a bit close, actually.

[If she hadn't caught Cas off guard with a little hint about his future, she probably wouldn't be here right now.]

Here, or at home?

[He can't imagine it would be good practice to bring rivals in to this place and expect them to get along, but the people here don't exactly do 'logic' well.

Here. I almost bit the big one the first day I got here.

[She smiles despite it.]

Back home, we were working on a truce. Kind of. But they don't remember any of that here. For them, it hasn't happened yet. If they find me, I'm gonna have to do whatever it takes to keep my head.

[If he was a little sharper and time-travel savvy, he'd suggest she convince them that if she was killed in this place, it would ruin their world.

He isn't, though.]

Sounds like a barrel of fun. What'd you do to them?

[If Meg told them that killing her in this place would remove her from theirs, they'd probably come after her full force.]

I might've tried to kill 'em a few times, but I was pretty sure we'd moved passed that.

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/smacks the previous typo. :/

It's cool!

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