Haymitch was leaned against the couch, slouching to be specific. Holding a glass in hand, iced whiskey in it. He was dozing off, and the glass began to tip over, almost pouring on the couch, which Effie would have a field day over...

"Hm... Hey kid.. Do you know where those pillows are...? I need one.." Haymitch growled lowly, not really asking if you wanted to help him, but an actual demand..

He began gesturing with his empty hand about where to find the pillows, his eyes were lidded, practically closed... And the glass was tipped enough to where if he twitched enough to the left, it'd spill and stain the fabric of the couch..

"Chop Chop, kiddo... We've got places to be... People to meet... Eventually..." Haymitch added impatiently, his voice low and hoarse, something of a voice box you'd imagine only Drill Instructors could have...