"You're the fifth one…"

Effie Trinket had attempted all day to get any sort of conversation out of him for the span of the day and now that she was considering sleep he was actually speaking up? "The fifth what?"

"Capitol bitch to show up here."

"I am an Escort, Mr. Abernathy."

"Call it whatever you want, Princess." He was already going for another refill of his glass even though he needed to grab onto the bar in order to steady himself. "Point still stands that you're just leading them all to be slaughtered and enjoying every minute of it."

"I do not… You are…" Effie just huffed in frustration and headed out of the car to get back to her own room. Of all the nerve… Was it any wonder no one wanted to work with him?

"I think your wig is pinned too tight there, Princess Limey!" She heard being called after her along with a laugh.

Haymitch just swirled his drink around and kept laughing at her exit. Oh yes... She'd last two years at best.