yeeeeeeeeeeah | Her eyes were bright and clear

Needless to say, it'd been a rough week for the Capitol and her rebellious children.

Things weren't exactly looking up, but considering two power hungry political minds were out of the way, things were at least looking straight forward again. Except for the fact Katniss was being kept under lock and key until her trial was over. And if the results of her trial weren't favorable...

And for that reason alone, Haymitch was back to the bottle, quite literally. He drank down the bitter liquor, the sting distracting him from heavy thoughts and worries. Worries. Too many damned worries. About Katniss. About Peeta.

And strangely, about a prissy Ms. Trinket. Or used to be prissy. Or what ever.

She hadn't been the same. He wouldn't call her lifeless. Nah, he would have almost called her soulless before all of this started. But it was as if whatever the Capitol had done to her, had drained her of what made Effie...Effie. Even if it was prissy and several layers of annoying.

He looks down at the bottle, frowning. Not enough alcohol to drown these worries apparently.

Shuffling over to the table in her heels, Effie sank down next to him, eyes focusing on the bottle. For a long time. Her painted lips pressed together as she stared at it, before letting out a soft sigh.

"Starting early today are we?"

Except there was no actual bite to it. She was just saying her lines, as expected.

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