Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'The Hunger Games' nor am I profiting from this.

Pairing(s): none.

Warning(s): alcohol abuse/alcoholism.

Word Count: 100.


Effie keeps using that word: enough. Her perfectly tweezed eyebrows are beginning to furrow. Her hideous plum lipstick needs another touch-up. No matter how she looks, he is the embarrassment.

Peeta builds him a plate with bread and dips like that can settle his still roiling stomach. Haymitch chews until the bread is soggy and gulps wine. It tastes better that way. It's all going to come up later anyway.

Effie keeps glaring and huffing like disappointment trumps withdrawal. Effie knows enough. Her body knows enough.

Neither Haymitch nor his body knows enough. Enough can make him sleep or keep the shakes away.

It's not enough.