Welcome to day 8 of my Hayffie Christmas countdown! As always, feedback is much appreciated!
A/N- this chapter is terrible, because my motivation today
has been terrible. But I didn’t want to not update, because that would throw
the whole thing off and I really want to keep going with this. I’ve managed
eight chapters including this one, which is the most I’ve managed in over three
years. I just think it’s important for me to clarify that writing a 25-chapter
fic is difficult for me, so not every chapter is going to be fantastically
written (well, no chapter of this fic is fantastically written but you get my
And I promise, I have some better chapters coming up. Consider this one a filler chapter while we build up to the good stuff.
“Before you ask, no, I ain’t slept with her yet,” Haymitch said before Chaff had even had a chance to greet him.
Chaff held up his hands in mock apology, gesturing to the beer already waiting on the table for him.
“You’re late,” the man observed. The pair had arranged to go out for a beer, but Haymitch had arrived five minutes after the scheduled time.
“Sorry,” Haymitch mumbled. “Effie called right as I was-“
“Shit, buddy, she’s takin’ over your damn life. Am I second best now?”
“Fuck off,” Haymitch grumbled, taking a sip of his beer. “We’re jus’…friends.”
“I’d say otherwise, Mitch. Whenever I’m with ya, she’s all ya wanna talk about.”