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[hungover]

[There is the tell-tale sound of heaving in the background. The communicator is on its side, camera facing a cup of some clear alcohol on ice that's swirling in a tumbler. Where did this mysterious alcohol come from when Haymitch appears to be newly-arrived, you ask? We may never know.

His cheek is still stinging from where Katniss had gouged him, but it was a dull thrum that didn't seem so bad when he couldn't see straight. Eventually, he manages to get the camera upright and gives it a winning grin – or it would be winning, if there wasn't the telltale glisten of vomit on his lower lip. Some might not notice that.]

So, we're in for another Game. Different rules, sure, and a real 'battle', but – [and he waves his hand toward the camera,] – still. I should introduce myself, if that's the case.

[He makes a mostly-unsuccessful attempt to straighten himself up a little, leaning heavily on the outside wall of the nearest building before forcing himself to his feet and dipping himself in a sloppy bow.]

Haymitch Abernathy, victor of the second Quarter Quell. I come from District 12, home of coal and very little else.. This place is at least less of a violent assault on the senses than the Capitol – nobody's hair has made me shield my eyes yet. That's something.

[He produces a flask from his jacket pocket and places it to his lips, tipping it completely upside-down to suck the last few drops from it.]

Tell me, fellow captives -- how do you feel about the likelihood we'll be forced to kill people we know nearly nothing about in the name of this place's 'freedom'?

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[insecrets]

[We'll say this is after he decides to reappear or something. Handwaving time shenanigans.]

You really need to learn how to sell yourself better.

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[hungover]

[Timelines, pff]

And what makes you think that I'm for sale?

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[insecrets]

Aren't we always, in some fashion?

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[hungover]

I think I'd consider myself 'stolen goods', considering how we were brought here.

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[insecrets]

Stolen, broken. [Finnick waves his hand around like it doesn't matter what term you use.] You still have to sell yourself.

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[hungover]

Maybe I should take up tapdancing.

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[insecrets]

Will you promise to be drunk when you perform?

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[hungover]

Do you really think that would be something I'd even attempt sober?

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[insecrets]

It wouldn't be half as amusing otherwise, Haymitch.

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[hungover]

Exactly. I could never disappoint a fellow victor.

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[insecrets]

[He places a hand to his chest.] I think I might be in love with you, Haymitch.

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[hungover]

I always had my suspicions, Odair.

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[insecrets]

You're a hard man to resist.

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[hungover]

So I've been told.

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[insecrets]

Oh, I'm sure all of the Capitol ladies fall all over themselves in an attempt to bid for a night of your company. [And then he drops a wink.] I'll be the first bidder here, don't worry.

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[hungover]

Oh, save that for the ladies. They're much better suited to it than I am.

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[insecrets]

It's been almost too easy, actually.

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[hungover]

Hasn't it always been too easy for you, Finnick?

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[insecrets]

Not always.. [Oh who is he kidding. Of course it has. Such is the life of a pretty boy.]

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[hungover]

You're a terrible liar.

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[insecrets]

Actually, I think I'm a pretty good liar.

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[hungover]

Really.

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[insecrets]

Are you trying to say you don't believe me?

[hungover]

That would be the implication, yes.

[insecrets]

You're hot and col, Haymitch. Hot and cold.