Based on the prompt by worldwithinworld on tumblr. Thank you so much, I love writing these!
"She's as friendly as a wheat thresher," Chaff laughs around a bottle of wine before passing it back to Haymitch, his eyes trained on the monitor raised high above their heads of Katniss and Peeta addressing District Eleven. "And as pure as a sapling."
"Tell me something I don't know," Haymitch drawls taking an elongated pull from the bottle. "It's so pathetic it's almost funny."
"Is that a challenge, Mitchie?"
Haymitch throws Chaff a look, "For me not to kill you, maybe."
Chaff gives him a half smile before yanking the bottle out from around Haymitch's dry, cracked hands. "Bet you would, if I gave you the chance."
Haymitch grumbles,"Think Brutus would like a stab at you first."
"Me too," Chaff drapes his bad arm over his friend's shoulder. "Now, how about we find a way to ruffle your girl's feathers."