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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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[While some people (normal people) instead used bars to socialize. Or at least escape a house of teenagers from time to time.

Darcy plops herself down in the stool next to Haymitch, ignoring him for a moment in order to give the bar keep a cheery smile.]

I'll have what he's having. On his tab.

[Haymitch is pretty sure that he drank a good amount of Darcy's beer, so that's the only reason he's letting her put things on his tab.]

You're into cheap whiskey? I'm not surprised.

You underestimate the power of free. But I also take top shelf stuff, if you're already at the 'I love you guys' stage of drunk.

I don't get to the stage of drunk where my wallet becomes a non-issue.

[Or, more accurately, he usually doesn't have money by that point.]

I need a sugar daddy. I always wanted to try having one of those. And being part of an alternate dimension space army just...it feels like a good time to try new things, you know?

So I should keep my eye out for rich older men who look like they'd be into glasses.

[...yeah, the 'rich' part might be the limiting factor here.]

I'm willing to switch to contacts. I can always buy more hipster cred.

[Don't kill the dream]

I'll be sure to talk you up if I see anyone paying in large bills.

Don't throw up on them. That's only a mating call in your horrorscape.

[He snorts.]

Believe it or not, I do know how to convince people of things.

IIII pick....not.

[And there's that cheeky grin and she downs the drink he bought her (with only a kind of major wince to go with it)]

Or you'd convince them to give you better stuff for free. I think I just saw god.

Ah, but they give me more of the cheap stuff for free.

[Once you reach his level of addiction, it really is quantity over quality.]

[Hold on, bro. She's just going to cough for a moment here.]

But why would you want it- oh god, I need something with at least three kinds of artificial fruit in it stat.

I have no knowledge of those sort of drinks.

[Sounded like something one of the Capitol ladies would drink, though, so probably not something he'd enjoy -- too weak.

Someone needs to introduce him to Long Island Iced Teas, clearly.]

[And Darcy is just the girl to do it. Even if it takes a series of waving hand gestures and pointing at various bottles to explain to these people what 'Long Island' means.]

Drink and be amazed.

[If he hadn't watched the bartender put all that booze into this, he'd swear it wasn't alcoholic.

Haymitch raises an eyebrow.]

And this is what you drink?

On special occasions. Next is the Pina Colada. The drink of cham- me.

Right, well. It passes for now.

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