You were a Victor, and you were living in Victors Village. You were getting ready for the Quarter Quell interviews, and Haymitch wasn’t ready at all.

You stormed into his house to see him slumped on his kitchen table, snoring loudly while holding a knife. The room and himself reeked of old clothes and whiskey.

You poured some very cold water onto him, and he yelled, shooting up and stabbing the air for a moment before looking at you.

“What the hell was that for?!”