Sixth Drink

[wastheexample]

[Given all the things that have happened to Peeta in the last week, it's not been a fun time for Haymitch. Somewhere between chugging the remaining booze in one night and arriving in the castle, he's ended up in the clinic. After all, he's only human and his liver tends to not like it when he punishes it to these extremes.

So he wakes up in a clinic bed, the journal beside him catching a quick rustle of bedcovers because Haymitch does not like waking up in places he has no idea how he ended up in]

Oh. Great. Still in this place.

[He sits on the edge of the bed for a moment, grimacing as his stomach protests at all this movement. He belatedly realises that his hand hurts. A lot]

...Did I punch a wall? [No...no wait. Fuzzy memory, coming back] ...Or maybe Daniel's face.

[He notices the journal, picking it up and flicking through it. He really should apologise to Daniel for the face thing]

He probably asked for it. [Or not] How long have I been out?

Comments

[linguistical]

Did not. [ Oh, he is scowling from his room. Scowling up a storm. ]

Good morning Princess, enjoy your coma?

[wastheexample]

I disagree. Did I break your nose? [<>Scowl all you like bro. SCOWL ALL YOU LIKE]

Yeah, I dreamt of a faraway land with rainbows and no bratty, obnoxious teenagers ruining my existence. It was wonderful.

[linguistical]

My glasses actually, but you came close. [ HE WILL!! ALL THE SCOWLING!! FOREVER!! ]

Well you'll be happy to know one of those teenagers is no longer wanting to kill the other.

[wastheexample]

I;m sure you can fix them. [Still not apologising]

So it was a loss? [There's a sigh of relief, here] Well, that's one less thing to worry about.

[linguistical]

No, the lenses are shattered and the frame completely bent out of shape. [ FINE, because he doesn't expect an apology anyway. Nor does he want it. In fact he isn't really mad, Haymitch would know if he was made. ]

Yeah. Not sure if he remembers it though, if he does he's going to have to live with those memories. [ And they aren't going to be fun. ]

[wastheexample]

And here's me thinking you could fix anything. [Then he'll just be a whiney bitch yep]

As if the boy hasn't got enough guilt issues as it is.

[linguistical]

What? When did I come off as a handy man? [ Yeah, whatever. Jerk. ]

Yeah. [ He feels for him. :( Poor kid. ]

[wastheexample]

You seem the type.

Least he's...okay now. For the time being.

[linguistical]

[ Excuse you, teenage drama you have been forgotten for now for something more trivial. ]

What? How? [ Haymitch, are you still drunk? ]

[wastheexample]

You remind me of someone back home. [Yup, that is ALL he's going to offer]

[linguistical]

[ A pause. ] Yay? [ Daniel seriously has no idea how to take this. THANKS HAYMITCH. ]

[wastheexample]

...'Course, he is dead now.

So take that as you will.

[linguistical]

Ah. [ ...Silence. ]

I've done it twice. [ Daniel. ] Dying. [ Wow, way to make this conversation a little more awkward. ]

[wastheexample]

[...Wat]

You're talkative. For a corpse.

[linguistical]

Obviously, I got better.

[wastheexample]

And here's me thinking you stayed dead.

[linguistical]

Death really isn't all it is cracked up to be.

[wastheexample]

Who'd have guessed.

[linguistical]

It's a real surprise, there's no fluffy clouds and giant white gates. Or angels. Or beer for that matter.

[wastheexample]

No beer? Well, count me out.