Haymitch stirred as the morning light filtered into his window, groaning as his brain smashed against his skull at a thousand miles per hour- at least it felt that way, to him. He felt the warmth of a body next to him and sighed inwardly, glancing to peek at who exactly it was before he bothered to worry himself with trying to remember. Johanna slumbered peacefully next to him, curled up in an almost adorable little ball. It started to come back to him, then. How she had been more than willing- not that he wasn't, of course. Any piece of tail to come along that was at least slightly attractive was an option to him.- and he was already having a hard time standing up. She had a gift, though. Oh damn did she have a gift. Not just for the art itself, but for the art of initiating it. Those damn melt me away brown eyes of hers had done the trick pretty quickly with that silky voice of hers attached.

It was a bit shameful how quickly she had figured out how to disarm him. As soon as he threw her roughly down on his bed in the training center, they were on each other, kissing each other forcefully and stripping at layers of clothing. As he roughed his fingers through her hair, she yanked on his own blonde mop with one hand, holding his face in the other- almost restraining him. He was a little too drunk to figure out just what made her tick at first, but as she left his lips, leaving a trail of lipstick behind as she trailed to his neck, he must've shuddered, whimpered like a bitch, SOMETHING, because she knew instantly. He was sure he had a hickey now, most likely a few. He reached to his nightstand and grabbed his flask, taking a hearty sip before feeling her hand on his chest, pulling him back down to the bed. "mm...Baby, don't get up yet..."

"Let's not start that now. It was one night."

"Mmm..." She giggled, lurching up to kiss him slowly. "You know I usually get what i want." she raked a fingernail down his chest. "Do you know how long I've wanted you right here?" The way her words almost looped together, like they were all one. Smooth...she was doing it again.

"How long is that. I feel like I should be a registered pedophile."

she laughed lively as she straddled him again, kissing him lightly. "I'm of age, thank you very much. And sweetie. you didn't just touch me." she pressed a finger to his lips. "You did me quite well."

"Shouldn't you get out of here before anyone knows." He asked flatly, unwilling to admit that yes, it was a good night.

"Mm. 'spose you're right, old man." She stroked his facial hair, tediously making sure it was all in place. A chill ran up his back as he questioned what in god's name he had done. This woman was truly psychotic.

"I think that'll suffice, sweetheart. Go." He reached for his knife instinctively, preparing for a morning ritual of his own kind. She reached for him slowly and gently, a completely different person than he'd seen before. covering the almost ghost-like scars across his wrist with her lithe fingers, she looked pleadingly into his blue eyes.

"Baby, don't...Don't do that anymore..." Thus far, she had been the only one shrewd enough to notice his other habit.

"Go." sighing, she exited to the elevator to her apartment, not bothering with clothing.

As he executed his own way of preparing for the day, he glanced at the clock. 45 minutes until Effie would start screeching were 45 minutes found useful. He lied back down, hoping to fall into a second restful bliss. Of course, no such luck came. Simply the thought of Effie entering his room was enough to send him reeling, but the darker sides of his mind came into play. He wondered if she could figure things out like Johanna had. If he could get her moaning like last night...

That really was all he wanted. He knew it in the back of his mind, but wouldn't acknowledge it. No, there was no way he could. He couldn't admit that to her. She'd have him castrated or sent to a sanitarium somewhere. That or she would hate him forever, fearing that he would hurt her at every turn, simply to get what he wanted. It wasn't just her rejection he feared, however, but the fact that his admission would be dangerous for her. They had taken everything he loved before, what would stop them from taking her?

He feels that warm, familiar hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him. He relishes in this part of the day- the time of day when she's sweet with him, gentle and understanding. Before she has to deal with his bullshit during the day, reminded of why she hates him so. "Haymitch?"she shook him gently. "Haymitch, it's time to get up..."

He knew better than to just lurch up right away, knowing that she would screech at him that 'if he had aleady been awake, why hadn't he gotten up?!'.
She sighed and shook him a little harder. "Haymitch...How much did you drink last night..." Still thinking he was deeply asleep-or unconscious, she stroked his hair gently. He shifted slowly, feigning a sleepy stir. She quickly returned to shaking him, and he was sure she was blushing furiously by then. "Haymitch, wake up!"

He groaned, hamming up the act as much as he could. "What...?"

"Get up. You need to shower and shave before it's time to leave for training." The second statement was only hopefully, she knew there was no way he'd make the effort to shave.

He sighed and sat up, rubbing his face. "Alright...alright..."

Truthfully, he didn't remember much of the day after that. He remembered showering, getting ready, going to the training center...actually, NOTHING after that. He didn't even remember drinking.

That night, he woke up screaming and thrashing, unaware of where he was or what time it was. All he knew at that moment was his mother had been raped and brutally tortured to death, her body in the kitchen, his girl in his bedroom, in the same condition, and his brother shot in the street, right in front of him- they had shot him on the way to the candy store. And he had seen it all play out right in front of him, for the millionth time in 21 years.

"Baby!Baby shhh..." Johanna was straddling him, her hands cupping his face. "calm down...It's okay..." He felt his heart skip a beat, panicking at first that someone was restraining him. That fear quickly turned to fury.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Baby, it's me..."

"I KNOW DAMN WELL WHO IT IS."

"W...what's wr-"

"GET OFF."

"Haymitch..." She slinked beside him in bed, trying to hold his hand. He tore his arm away, glaring at her icily. "JUST GET OUT!"

"Baby-"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT! GET OUT!"

Tears in her eyes, Johanna stumbled out of Haymitch's room and into the elevator.
Haymitch drew his knife from under his pillow, appreciating it's graceful gleam in the moonlight streaming in through his window and debating...