Alright, Effie,
Do you want to annoy me? Haven't you yet realised that there's no way you could bar me from drinking? No way, understood? I don't care about your manners and whatever is your reason for telling me I should become dry. I do not care!
Effie Trinket, I am not jealous and I'll never be. To me it doesn't matter with whom you dance or kiss or do whatever you do up there in the famous Capitol. Which doesn't exist anymore, as you said.
Just shut up, Effie, stop to bother me. You have nothing that is worth getting sober.
H.
Effie,
I'm sorry for the ugly letter I wrote to you last night. Please, do not think about it. I was drunk then, and very angry, because Peeta thought he could talk to me as if I was a younger brother or a small boy. Those things I wrote... don't take them seriously. You know I'd never talk to you like this, huh?
Yours, Haymitch.
Effie,
It's about one month now that you don't answer my letters. Are you alright? I tried and phoned you, but no one was at home. I also left a message. Call back or at least write a few phrases!
Are you still angry because of that drunk letter? I promise, in the future I'll never drink before writing to you. Believe me, I'll never do it again!
Come on. Don't be pissed off anymore. What did you just say about us meeting for a rendez-vous? I'm even up to learn some dancing. What do you think about that, Eff? Tell me!
Love, Haymitch.
