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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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[The only thing Meg is squeezed into are her jeans, but she sure looks good in them!]

Good.

[It was nice to know she could get along with some people here. What she needed was more than drinking partners, though. She needed allies.]

[Haymitch might not look it, but he isn't the worst ally to have. He's good at talking his way out of things, and he's good with a knife -- persistent, too, which was always a plus.

She's probably safe so long as she doesn't try to kill him without a good reason.]

So, what's your take on this place? The people who are supposedly running it?

[And Haymitch is safe as long as he doesn't give her a good reason to hurt him. So far, it sounds like he's the type of person who is willing to live and let live, which Meg likes.]

Don't really know what to think. I'm not really hero material, so I'm not sure what I'm doing here.

Maybe I'm here to keep a few boys on their toes and their skills sharp. Don't like the thought of being a mouse for a couple dumb cats, though.

[Then their agreement will probably be sound.]

Maybe they need someone fighting their war that's going to be of actual use.

['Dumb cats' doesn't exactly scream 'capable' to Haymitch.]

You think I'm useful? How sweet.

[She smiled at him again to tease.]

Oh, I'm sure you've got all sorts of tricks up your sleeve.

Dirty and otherwise.

[Not a bad thing -- not at all.]

I do what I gotta do. No point in feeling bad over it.

[And since when do demons suffer from guilt?]

See, that kind of attitude is the sort that they look for in war.

[He doesn't have the capacity to not feel guilt, but he's sure thought about how nice it would be if he didn't have to feel it.]

But doesn't a war also need people to want to fight?

I don't really give a damn about their problems.

No, they want people who are going to fight if someone is shooting arrows at you or throwing axes.

I assume you want to live.

'Course I want to live. That's just about all I want.

But I don't see anyone around here trying to get me except the ones from my own world.

Yet.

They'll be sending us on missions eventually, so they say.

Are you saying they can force us to do it? I don't see how.

If they throw us into the middle of battle against our will, I won't at all be surprised.

In that case, I guess we'll just have to do whatever it takes to survive.

And we could help each other out, too.

I think that sounds like a plan, princess.

[And -- well, he'll drink to that. Allies are never something to sneeze at, especially ones you suspect of being extremely capable.]

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