Haymitch couldn’t understand why he just had to get stuck with you.. you were his underling and he was your mentor. But you booth butted head’s constantly- over everything! He tried warning you that if you weren’t more appealing you’d never get a sponsor Yet you didn’t listen. He swarms your worse then katniss. A bit of attitude mixed with the obvious turmoil of being put through the games..

His eyes flicker up to the door, fingers tapping lightly on the whiskey glass in hand. He had given you a curfew- and being the brat you are.. you stayed out past it. 9:00. 9:00 pm was the time he told you to be back by. Yet here he is, sitting on the couch at 11:23 and you’re still not back. God knows what you were doing in the capital district..

Finally, the soft groan of the door sliding open brings him out of his thoughts. He was not happy. Placing the glass down with a clink, Haymitch stands up and crosses his arms before looking over at your defiant form In the doorway. “annnd where have you been darlin?”