Haymitch came out of his bedroom after a night of non-stop drinking.

"Great set of tributes we have here. A girl that can kill just by scowling at you and a boy who seems as tough as a kitten" He slurs.

I look up at him. "All I want is to survive these games and I don't need YOUR pathetic jokes." I yelled.

"Yeah! Kittens may seem cute but they are tough! Matter of fact one attacked me last week and he stretched my arm!" Peeta states.

"I'm here with a bunch of idiots" I mumbled to myself, rubbing my temple.

"Boy, Peeta that could keep you alive! Playing the weak baker's son who gets beat up by kittens!" Haymitch says, his face lighting up.

"I was kidding." Peeta moans.

"hmmmm. Dang. I was hoping we could have used that." Haymitch says sadly.

Effie walks in and tells us we are to eat dinner and go straight to bed to get some much need rest before the games.