Haymitch just wanted to get piss drunk. He was vaguely aware you were sitting beside him, talking about something, maybe trying to get an answer from him. He wasn’t having it. “Do you have nothing better to do but bother me?” he spat, taking a sip of his drink that burned down his throat. The quicker he could get drunk, the better. He was already starting to feel a little tipsy. The loud music from the bar pounded in his ears. “Go find someone else to yap to, sweetheart.” He took another sip.