The bar was a second-- or third, if he counted Victor's Lane-- home for Haymitch. While Harlow and Lex had started training in the Training Center, he sat in the bar in the Mentor Center with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He had thought about going to watch the Tributes on their first day of Training, but he still didn't get up from his spot at the bar. How long had he been there for? Sure he was Twelve's only Mentor, should have been more attentive to his Tributes and helped them, but when had his help ever paid off for them? It had almost been twenty-five years since there was a Victor for Twelve, he wasn't helping anybody get back home unless it was in a coffin.
He lifted his head to down another pull from his glass, nudging the empty dish toward the bartender to refill. Footsteps approached the bar and Haymitch let out a sigh through his nose. "They done at the Training Center yet?" he asked, checking his watch. Was that the right time? Was his watch even working?
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