A/N: Hello so this is just a boring, hopefully funny story about haymitch and katniss after mockingjay. Nope no lemon(pervs) just a fun story. Enjoy and review.

KPov:

I fall into a puddle of snow. Wetting a whole part of my pants. I groan. I keep walking, quickly trying not to be seen. It looks like I wet my pants. I could care less right now.

The war is over, not a thing left for me to live anymore. At least that's what I used to think. I remember those days, I would try to hang myself or drug myself into an endless sleep. Just get away from the crude world. Of course Haymitch was always there for me, getting some sense into me, when he was sober. I owe him a lot for that. And soon realized I had a reason to live.

Peeta came back, giving me another reason to live. He comforts me. I still owe him, even after a whole war. Funny isn't it.

I admit it Peeta's fun and all, but there's nothing like getting drunk with Haymitch every week. Peeta's doesn't go against it, he bakes, and paints. It's too boring for me, painting stick figures with a finger, while he paints a masterpiece. Drinking is much more fun.

I reach the door when I realize, it's locked. Weird, it's never locked. Being the wild girl I am, I run the back door and climb the fence. I make it to the door, and turn the knob slowly, trying not to make a noise. I step inside, tippy toeing like a child trying to scare their parents. And find no Haymitch. I pout. I go to his bedroom slowly opening the door. And find him of course, sprawled and passed out on his bed.

I scowl, I was supposed to drink with him god damit. I walk to his bed. I poke his face. He grunts. And shifts to the other side. I get on the bed and give him a light kick. He still doesn't move. I kick him hard. "AHHH!" he turn completely around bring the knife up in the air. It scratches my face leaving a long painful scar. I fall on him a hand at face. He grunts. A d looks at me.

"Damn sweetheart. How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me." he groans. He looks at confused, seeing me tearing up. He spots my hand and lifts it carefully off my face. He sees the wound and sits up. He examines it, and gets up. I look at my hand seeing the blood. I try not to think of the other times I've seen blood.

Haymitch comes back with a first-aid kit. I sit up, he cleans the wound, and puts a long bandage on my face. He smiles then frowns, he looks down at my pants. "Are scared, or are just excited to see me?' he asks. I laugh, " I fell in a puddle"

He smiles and gets up. "So shall we begin our drinking?' I smile and follow him to the kitchen.

A/N: yes it's stupid but this is what happens when you mix a bored obsessed HG fan+ fanfiction. Hope you enjoyed review if you want. No pressure. BUT PLZ REVIEW.