A/N: Hello! I plan for this to be a series of one-shots of no particular length. No idea how many I'll do. I think I'll leave it open until I've had enough. This will basically be anything I think of that doesn't fit with my main story or that cannot be expanded into more. There may also be outtakes from "Things That Happened In The Past". I appreciate any readers, reviews, etc. Thanks guys.
P.S. Rated M because who knows what I'll come up with?
-Ellie.
It's the reaping day of the 70th Hunger Games, and he sits at the Justice Building waiting to be introduced to the new escort for District 12. She shuffles in, all bright colors and smiles, and he is reminded that he is stone cold sober and nursing a bitch of a hangover.
"Mr Abernathy! It's a pleasure to meet you!" She screeches her greeting, smiling broadly at him and holding out her small, perfectly manicured hand.
"I'm Effie Trinket! The new escort for District Tw-"
"Haymitch." He grunts in reply, giving her hand one quick, solid shake, before releasing it to flop at her side. She only hesitates, slightly shocked for a split second, before continuing.
"I'm very honored to be working with your District! I think we're going to get along perfectly! I look forward to…" Her voice fades out to a high pitched hum in his head, like white noise, or the after effects of being stunned by a smack to the head in one of his many bar fights. It's a feeling he knows only too well, and he can't take it sober.
"Em…. El… E-…" he scrambles in his stunned memory to recall her first name, without success. "TRINKET!" She snaps her mouth shut and glares daggers at him. He grins; pleased that she seems to have a temper, and realizing he can have some fun with this one. "Shut up, 'kay sweetheart?" he stands up and saunters from the room, she stares after him, fury filling her eyes. He swears he hears her murmur something about manners on his way out.