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[hungover]

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..]

Comments

[hungover]

Just one of those things that I never seemed to be sober enough to do.

[H e h.]

[andhishat]

Ah, but I know from experience reading is much more enjoyable while drunk.

[Takes a swig of ale, then flips the page...is that person on fire?]

[hungover]

Not when the words blur together.

[And that's generally the kind of drunk he gets to.]

[andhishat]

Ah, then you have someone read to you.

[hungover]

[Haymitch laughs, but then ... well. Sobers just a tad.]

Most of the people in the Capitol who'd be required to tend to me like that don't ... have tongues.

[And nobody from home would do it -- he's certain of that.]

[andhishat]

[That gets her to look at him at least, though there's no real shock or horror on her face. She's seen to many examples of how horrible people are first hand]

And suddenly your choice of recreation makes a great deal more sense.

[She looks back at her text]

I'd offer to read, but I doubt you'd find this interesting.

[hungover]

Oh, you don't know the half of it.

Five percent, tops.

[He raises an eyebrow and looks at whatever's in her book.]

Probably wouldn't understand a lick of it.

[andhishat]

[She takes a swig] Likely less that half, and more than you think. I've been well acquainted with what right bastards people can be.

[People, not just humans. All races have their serious bad sides, if that's any comfort. As a half breed in several senses she knows this.]

Well I wouldn't say that. The fire spells are very direct at least.

[hungover]

Right, magic.

[Because that's a thing here.]

And you don't have to have some sort of aptitude toward that kind of thing?

[andhishat]

Would you feel better if I pretended I just used very advanced machinery?

[Because for some reason magic seems to really throw a lot of people here]

Not if you are a mage like me. Other types of spellcasters require a special bloodline or approval of a diety. Mages, you just need the right sort of training.

[hungover]

Right, of course. Mages -- training. Other people -- blessings.

[He's mentally filing all of this away under 'magical bullshit you only remember when you're drunk'.]