@drinkupsweetheart continuation from here
Snorting at her piss-poor attempt to insult him, Haymitch grabbed the bottle of his precious white liquor back and swigged a good mouthful.
Finally. 13 was strict about alcohol, but he’d managed to sneak just his last bottle in. Helped to numb the pain, much like Katniss, even if Haymitch didn’t realise it right then.
“Yeah, you wish, kid. I’m the smartest damn bastard you’ll ever know.”
Katniss raised an eyebrow as she watched him. If he was so smart he wouldn’t still be drowning himself in his drinks. She considered herself quite intelligent until she sat down to really think it through. The choices she made were either because she was angry or she was being selfish. Why she was chosen as the Mockingjay would forever be unknown to her. Her eyes met his as she let out a huff of a laugh.
❝ If you’re the smartest one
then we’re all doomed then.
You would’ve gotten Peeta out
instead of me if you were smart. ❞