paradisa | Eighth Drink

[Haymitch is, of course, in the Lux, drowning his sorrows. But let's face it, that's pretty much normalcy at this point. He has his journal open on the table in front of him, occasionally flicking through the pages.

He's not been doing great. The castle's latest trick just dredged up horrible feelings. Of family and everything he lost and knew he'd never have back on Panem. And the way the kids were just taken away... well, that struck a very different chord]

So, now we know that this place likes to play with the lives of little children too. Makes you wonder what sort of hell it puts the apparent other-uses out there while it steals away their kids for a week. This has been happening, what? Few years now? I haven't got one of those fancy old journals that goes back forever and a day, so someone else if going to have to fill in the blanks. And no one has ever seen this other bedroom before now?

[There's a pause as he thanks one of the bar staff for handing him his drink, taking a deep swig before he turns his attention back to the journal again]

Is anyone else pretty damn disturbed that there's an alternate version of themselves who got happily settled down and started popping out youngsters? Even when there's no way those two people can exist in the same space and time? Sounds to me like we've got another castle. Somewhere.

[The term 'breeding farm' springs to mind, but he really hopes that's not the case. Not even the Capitol had swooped QUITE that low yet. He sighs. Thinking he might have a family somewhere out there, that's he's content about that simple fact just doesn't sit well with him]

Something to think about.

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I don't want to get used to it.

I'm not saying you have to, but I did. [She shrugs a bit. It wasn't like she had an overnight epiphany either. There were some pretty dark times and she even had a shrink for a good six months.]

I've been here a while, it was either adjust and get used to it or hate myself for the choices I made back home.

[Haymitch looks at Jo, then pointedly waves a hand at the empty glasses and bottles around him]

I think I'm a little late for that.

[Jo leans against the bartop, looking at him.]

There's a big difference between hating yourself and hating the choices you made.

They were choices made for me. There's a big difference there, too.

That there is. You can make your own choices here, for the most part. Have you been partaking in all the choice making possible?

[No. No he has not]

It's too late for that, now. I've got myself into a rut, and you know what? I'm fine staying in it. It's how I get by without wanting to throw myself off a tall building every day.

[She glances at him, not at all impressed by his rut preference.]

You know what you need? Another drink. [She's gonna make him something special, too.]

[But it's his rut and he likes it]

I always need another drink. But thanks. [This is why you're one of his favourites]

[Oh, she's going to make him A Headless Barman. Because, it'll be funny.]

Here. Don't be put off by the fizzing... or the green color.

[He'll just...stare at it]

Because those are normal things to happen to a drink.

[She'll fold her arms across the top of the bar and look at him.]

Depends on the drink, but they're not gonna kill you.

[He looks at the drink, then at Jo, then back at the drink]

Well, if you wanted to poison me, you'd have done it already, and not so flamboyantly.

[He'll take a swig]

Yeah, I don't poison people anyway. Leaves a big mess to clean up.

I dunno, Jo. There's a big woods out there, lots of places you can hide a body. [Yep, these are the sorts of things he thinks about]

Oh, that's true. I hadn't thought about that. Though, it's a long walk and the people in this place are kinda nosy. Plus, I'm not sure I've got the upper body strength and endurance to haul you all that way.

That's why you wish for a little cart with wheels on it.

I'd probably prefer one that's motorized. It's a long walk to the woods.

I'm sure you could get one of those.

Probably.

It's still a lot of work. I think it's just easier to serve drinks.

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