CHAPTER 2
Eugh. My head aches from all the alcohol I drank (or rather threw down my throat) at dinner and my whole room stinks of sick and sweat. I should really be ashamed about the spectacle I made of myself earlier this evening, but I honestly couldn't care less about what Rosie and all her capitol waiters think of me. In fact, I was rather pleased with my performance - it clearly showed them how little respect I had left for this whole pile of crap. No one else bothered to turn up for dinner apart from me and her. More food for me as far as I'm concerned. Well, actually, I cant even remember what we had for dinner. Too busy making the atmosphere uncomfortable by being rude to concentrate on eating. But I do remember having a fair bit of champagne. Oh, yeah, and 3 bottles of wine and a couple dozen vodka shots as well. You should have seen the look on Rosies face after the second bottle. It was the best thing I'd seen all day. After I was sick all over the carpet in the dining carriage I was ordered to my room. Shame, really. Falling over and acting more more drunk than I was was surprisingly enjoyable, if just to see the look of Rosies face, and the one of pure disgust on the avox who escorted me back to my room. But, now, I just feel sick. The slight feeling of achievement I had has been completely wiped away. I remembered why I was on the train in the first place. Way to kill a good mood. I roll over onto my side and let the cool pillow sooth my head which now feels as though it may explode. The carriage is silent apart from my own breath, and the soothing sound of the train moving. My eyes feel heavy and everything goes bla…
Pounding noises on my door woke me up the next day.
"Haymitch Abernathy, get your lazy drunken butt up and in the dining carriage NOW." Mutterings and footsteps down the corridor followed. Well, good morning to you too, Rosie. I lay in bed for a while, deciding whether to go to the dining carriage. A hungry gurgle from my stomach decided for me. I rolled out of bed and fumbled around for the light switch, and with turning it on assessed the state of my room. It was better than I imagined, just the bed clothes strewn on the floor and a pillow in the far corner. My bathroom, im sure, would be a different matter though. Well, it was in a bad way efore I started throwing up. Satisfied that the room was in a decent enough state to leave I ambled down the corridor into the dining carriage , thinking of sly insults I could make to make everyone feel awkward. As expected everyone was there. Breakfasts hold some sort of significance and everyone should be in attendance. Dinner, on the other hand obviously doesn't hold the same power. Rosie, was head of the table sporting a pink trouser suit, Salli was next to her wearing her usual comfy clothes and Mary and Michael were sat he other side of Rosie. I had been left seat right a the end. Everyone looked up as I walked in - and then collectively gasped in horror. Salli then spurted her tea onto the white tablecloth and Rosie made a small screaming sound.
"What on earth do you think you are doing!" she shrieked.
"I've come down for breakfast" I replied, somewhat in shock of their reaction to my appearance. You would think they would be pleased to see me - not shocked. Well, maybe Rosie had a reason, but the rest of them? l stood there in confusion, before realising that my hangover must make me look kinda gross. I must look really rough though, because Salli was covering Mary's eyes and Michel was turned away in disgust. Even the Avox where all stood there in horror.
I looked down to see if there was sick on my top or something. But there was nothing on my top. In fact I didn't have a top on at all. I was stood string down at myself when it hit me. I was stood in the dining carriage in front of about 10 people with just my slippers on. In my haste for food I had forgotten to put clothes on. In spite of myself, I couldn't help laughing - not only at my mistake, but also at their reactions.
"Think its funny do you? Hmmm? Because we certainly don't! Haymitch, you have taken it too far this time. Too far." Rosie's words hung in the air and made the tension in the room worse than it already was. She looked so annoyed that she had turned an interesting shade of purple, which clashed with her hair. An Avox ran over and grabbed me by wrist and dragged out the room. As I tuned to exit the dining room, I couldn't help but notice Salli shaking her head in disapproval. And knowing that I had disappointed Salli - the only person I had left - should have bothered me. But for some reason it just made me laugh harder.