@drinkupsweetheart continuation from here
Snorting at her piss-poor attempt to insult him, Haymitch grabbed the bottle of his precious white liquor back and swigged a good mouthful.
Finally. 13 was strict about alcohol, but heâd managed to sneak just his last bottle in. Helped to numb the pain, much like Katniss, even if Haymitch didnât realise it right then.
âYeah, you wish, kid. Iâm the smartest damn bastard youâll ever know.â
Katniss raised an eyebrow as she watched him. If he was so smart he wouldnât still be drowning himself in his drinks. She considered herself quite intelligent until she sat down to really think it through. The choices she made were either because she was angry or she was being selfish. Why she was chosen as the Mockingjay would forever be unknown to her. Her eyes met his as she let out a huff of a laugh.
â If youâre the smartest one
then weâre all doomed then.
You wouldâve gotten Peeta out
instead of me if you were smart. â