paradisa | Seventh Drink

[The disadvantage to never sleeping at night means Haymitch is often awake when the castle begins its late night shenanigans. One moment, he was drowning his sorrows in a bottle with his good friend Captain Morgan and the next he was sitting on a bed with a familiar babbling doctor.

Whatever was going on, experience had taught him nothing good could come of it. After briefly checking to make sure they weren't handcuffed together (because he could really do without being handcuffed to someone who didn't have a mute button) he gives her a poke on the side of the head, ignoring the open journal on the sidetable]

Elliot, wake up, the castle's doing something again.

[He glances around the room, briefly noting the crib in the corner. Huh. He never thought kids could come with their parents to this craphole. Not that young. Who would even be able to spend enough time in this woman's company to produce a child anyway?

He gives her another 'friendly' jab, before leaning over the bed. That bottle had to have rolled off somewhere...]

And your baby's making noises. You should go deal with that.