Haymitch was usually the drunk. He was the one that tended to be sitting around with his favorite white liquors.. Or practically any alcohol he could get his hands on. However, this time around was far different. You were drunk this time. It was a little odd to see you in such a state, mind blurred and all. While you weren't close to the state of being black out drunk, you were still in no condition to be moving around the way you were.

He sat in his chair, a contemplative expression settling itself upon his usually tense face. He was just watching you for the moment, trying to figure out what he should do. He usually was the type to come across as self serving, it'd be a little odd for him to try and do anything to help you, wouldn't it? Yeah, it might. Slowly bringing his glass of liquor up to his lips, his brow furrowed as he drank some of it. Ultimately, he'd decided to help you. "Little odd to be seeing you in this state." He'd say as he set his drink aside and started to get up off his comfy seat. He walked over to you, reaching out a hand to grab you, and when he did, he just kept a firm hold on you while he guided you to a more safer spot where you wouldn't suddenly topple over onto something and bust your head open or break something.

Sitting you down, he'd grumble a tiny bit and pull away, sitting himself back down in his seat with a heavy sigh. He grabbed his glass of alcohol once again, soon using his free hand to take the bottle off the table and pour some more of it into his glass so he wouldn't run dry, but knowing him, it might just end up that way very quickly.