Chapter 2: Brick Walls
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"Great. Looks like I got stuck with two brick walls instead of one. We'll be lucky if Snow doesn't take you
two out on the spot." Haymitch said, slurring on a word or two every now and then.
"What's wrong with being a brick wall?" Gale shot back, as they sat on the train headed to the Capitol.
"Brick walls don't listen very well." Haymitch said, pouring some more wine into his cup.
"Neither do washed up victors. That's enough for you! You disgust me!" Effie snapped, taking the bottle
from the table.
"Hey, I wasn't done with that! It's hard to imagine you disgusted with your picture perfect smile, make-
up and crazy fabulous hairdo!" Haymitch shot back.
Then he turned to Katniss and Gale.
"You too haven't touched your food." he noted.
"Maybe we're not hungry." Katniss said, quietly.
"Pride won't get either of you very far. We need to work together, so that you two come through this,
alive." Haymitch downed his glass and glared at them.
"You're surprisingly perceptive, for a drunk." Gale shot back.
"Let me shoot straight with you pretty boy. You and Katniss don't know what you need to know about
the games. You two may be expert hunters, but in the Hunger Games, even they get killed for lack of
knowledge."
Gale remained silent, as did Katniss. They knew what Haymitch was getting at. He had won and survived
the Hunger Games. In his own way, he was trying to teach them how to survive from his experience.
They needed Haymitch, no matter how bitter a pill his personality and drinking was to swallow.
"Fine. So, what do we need to know?" Gale spoke up first.
Haymitch turned to Katniss.
"Why do you hang out with this guy? Never mind, don't answer that. Are you in?"
"If we're in," Katniss leaned forward, an edge in her tone. "You have to limit your drinking."
"I second that!" Effie joined from her room.
"Fine," Haymitch gave in after a minute. "I'm stuck with a bunch of party poopers."
"How did you survive the Hunger Games? I don't know much about it, but I do know it's not a drinking
contest." Gale picked up his fork and began playing with his food.
"Like you two, I'm sure there's more to this drunk than meets the eye."