You know, kid... hic life's a nasty game. More so the one we're in. swigs from the bottle
Mine's a shitstorm of a story, kid. sighs heavily Won the Hunger Games once, but that doesn't mean shit now. Just made me a target for everyone.
You mentored two winners, including the girl who is just taking over Panem. Doesn't it give you status? I mean, you were respected in Capitol City when I went through training.
laughs bitterly Respected? Nah, kid, I got a lot of attention because of those two...but trust me, most of it wasn't good.
Is this why you hide in this dump and drink yourself into a stupor every night?
glares at muntried Kid, don't you dare pretend you know what's going on inside my head. I didn't become an alcoholic to cope with losing.
You weren't exactly losing...even when you drank, you still managed to train two champions who won. I took you as a mentor because of your skill. So tell me, why are you such a grump?
pauses, lost in thought You wanna know why I'm a grump, kid? Fine, I'll tell you. It's because...because life's unfair.
Fair enough, tell me about it. I used to mine coal, my father and three uncles died in a blast because of the Reapire's greed, and then when the reaping came for me, you mentored me. If not for you, who knows how the rest of my story would go. So take some comfort in knowing you did well. And stop hiding here. Come watch TV with me.
takes a deep breath Yeah, yeah, maybe I shouldn't be such a grump all the time. But it's hard to resist when the world keeps kicking me in the balls. gets up from the chair and stumbles towards the living room
Yeah...I know how that feels too. So let's drink to getting fucked over by life.
laughs, grabbing another bottle of liquor To getting fucked over by life! he pours two glasses and hands one to muntried
*raises glass and drinks, smacking his lips afterwards, "Damn good whiskey," he says while pushing the glass back to Haymitch. "Slam it down, Mitch."
slams the glass down on the table Damn right, kid! We've both been screwed over by life, but we're still here, fighting.
That's right. And as long as you keep slugging this shit down, I'll keep drinking with you. downs another glass of whiskey Cheers, Mitch!
hiccup Cheers, kid! And don't worry about me, I'll keep slugging this shit down till the end. pours another glass of whiskey
drinks more So now that that's done, why don't we hit up the usual bar?
<As Haymitch and muntried stumble out of the house and make their way to the bar, they attract the attention of a group of thugs looking for trouble.>
...Look out for my left, Mitch!
grabs a broken beer bottle from the ground and lunges at the thugs Get your fuckin' hands off us, assholes!