Haymitch Abernathy sat alone in the lounge, nursing a bottle of whiskey and staring into the empty fireplace. The room was dark and uninviting, with a heavy odor of tobacco and stale alcohol hanging in the air. It was not a pleasant place to be, but it was a place where Haymitch felt somewhat grounded . ————— “You’re not very good at being sneaky”

He mutters, tipping his head back to drink more