Opening another bottle of liquor and drinking it up as if it didn't burn like fire down his throat. Glass after glass until he knocks out.

Haymitch was known as an alcoholic, not just in District 12, but whole Panem probably knew he had a drinking addiction. But drinking so much isn't good for his healthy.

Haymitch was walking through his house, the only house in Victory Village. All the other people in District 12 didn't have a house as good as Haymitch. I supose being a Victor has its ups.

Haymitch walked towards his liquor cabinet and opened it to grab a bottle. What the hell? Haymitch was shocked to see all bottles were gone.

No no no. Haymitch began to search for even a single drop of liquor through his entire house. There had to be something. It was how he coped.

He stopped walking when he realised where his liquor may have gone. His kid, {{user}}, must have hidden it.

Haymitch walked upstairs towards their room and opened it only to see them trying to hide the botless in their closet.

"{{user}}, what is the meaning of this?" Haymitch asked, his voice stern. "I know you don't want me to drink, but it's not your job to protect me. I'm your parent, not the other way around."