Second Drink

[wastheexample]

[Haymitch has finally decided that maybe, maybe, Peeta isn't crazy and they really are living in a magical castle with people from other worlds. Maybe. Of course, that doesn't mean he's not on his guard. Even if this is what people say, it doesn't mean Snow or any of his Capitol stooges couldn't show up and ruin everything. Given what Finnick told him about the future...well. Better to be safe than sorry.

And Haymitch was prepared to keep those kids safe rather than sorry at any cost.

And so, he's sitting in the Lux, occasionally glancing at the drink of whiskey he can't have until someone hands it to him, flicking through his journal pages. Eventually, he deigns to talk]

Okay. So let's say I'm more willing to buy this magical castle idea. I want to know more about it. What makes it tick. Some of you have been here for years, apparently, you must have learned something in all that time.

I'm sitting in the Lux, if you'd like to play sharetime. We can have a drink, learn a thing or two. It'll be fun.

Comments

[wizard_redfive]

Describe him for me.

[wastheexample]

[Have a nice, detailed description of Snow here, doop de doop] And he has a thing for roses.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine is committing all of that to memory. But at that last bit, she blinks.] What kind of thing?

[wastheexample]

It's a long story. [And one he's not planning on telling. That's Finnick's right, and his right alone]

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine raises an eyebrow but decides not to comment.]

Right. So an old man who likes roses... anyone else I should be concerned about?

[wastheexample]

Maybe Seneca Crane, if he ever shows up. Black hair, very ornate beard. It's hard to tell who's side he's actually on.

[wizard_redfive]

Hmm... [She glances over at Haymitch in "It-takes-one-to-know-one" kinda way.]

I'll keep that in mind.