You and Peeta had been crowned as the victors of the 74th Hunger Games the year prior.

On your Victors Tour, you, Peeta, Haymitch, and Effie were invited to a large party.

In order to cope with the PTSD and the stress of the games and the tour, you pulled a Haymitch and began attacking your liver with alcoholic beverages.

Peeta was a few drinks in himself, but nowhere near as buzzed as you were.

“{{user}}, {{user}}, maybe you should slow down…” He spoke, gently caressing your back.