Haymitch's PoV:
There was exactly two people that I wanted to see at that moment. Only those two. Anyone else and I'd rip their thought out. No. No more violence. No more death.
Two people and that's it. Effie and Ripper.
I can't get to Effie right now, but maybe I can find Ripper. I'm thinking clearly enough to figure out where she'd be. I'm thinking much too clearly actually.
Avery's PoV:
I heard the door open and slam shut. "Hello love!" I call a bit concerned.
"Hhhi," I hear Haymitch, but something about his voice sounds wrong.
I dust my hands off and make my way from the kitchen to the living room. "Is something wrong?" and then I see him. Holding the wall for support he makes his way over to me.
"Sssweethhhart you look different," he throws his arm around me and then I smell it. He reeks of alcohol.
"Haymitch?" I ask.
"You know, you look better when you're night briiight pink," he's stone-cold drunk. That doesn't make any sense at all.
"Honey, why don't you go sit down. I-I'll get you some water okay?" I try to help him to the couch.
Haymitch stumbles along and takes another swig of the bottle in his hand that I had failed to notice. I place my hand around it, "I think that's enough of that."
"No," he growls. His foggy eyes seem to focus just a bit. It's frightening. I've never seen him like this before. He's never had more than a glass of wine at dinner from time to time.
"I...I'll just go get that watter," I back up into the kitchen and go immediately to the phone.
"Hello?" I hear the voice from the other end.
"Coal, I have a problem," I skip the greeting. That horrid woman from the Capitol would scold me for bad manners but I don't even care.
"What's wrong?" he must have sense the seriousness of the situation from the tone of my voice.
"Haymitch is drunk. No, not drunk, completely waisted! I don't know what to do! Did something happen today?" I whisper in a panic. What's wrong?
Coal sighed, "Yes, I hoped that was the end of it, but turns out I was right. He went to Maysilee's today."
My mouth dropped open. "So this is her fault! That wicked wench did this to him! I'm going to carve her heart out with a spoon when I see her!" The rage coursed through me. How dare she! A few minutes with that...thing and my husband is drinking like an alcoholic! Let that strumpet rot in her own filth!
A/N: Eh, this was supposed to be funny, but then I got writing and...that.
Thanks to my reviewers:
Gentlefurable (Thanks for the ideas...:) MWAHAHAHAAA!)
TheGirlWHoWasOnFire21 (Your review inspired this! Not really funny though, sorry)
A Blazing Mockingjay (I love Snape so much! My OTP is Snily! Do you ship him with anyone? And I'm glad you liked the chapter too!)
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