Strangers II Haymitch & Beth
The cravings were hitting him hard, but there wasn’t a drop of alcohol in his house.
He usually had a good amount of control over his drinking and was able to make his supplies last until the next shipment was delivered, but when times got particularly bad, he often ran out a day or two before.
Haymitch won his games almost ten years ago and now, at the age of 25, he was two weeks away from his 9th reaping. The memories of his own games and the subsequent years made his nightmares and flashbacks even more difficult to handle, resulting in him drinking District 12 dry of alcohol. But he only had to wait a few more hours…
The shipment was due at 10am and Haymitch was already down at the Hob by 9.30, waiting. To distract himself from the pain of being sober, he looked around the market place, his eyes scanning the people there. That was when he spotted the blonde woman being cornered by two peacekeepers. It was clear they were trying to flirt with her, but she looked terrified. Before Haymitch could stop himself, he was on his feet and moving over to them, stepping between the peacekeepers and the girl.
“Back the fuck up, alright?” He said gruffly. “You don’t wanna deal wi’ me if you hurt her, and you don’t wanna deal with our father either. Go on. Get away.”
The two men retreated and once they’d left the Hob, Haymitch walked away too, assuming his previous position outside of the liquor store and not even giving the girl a second glance.