Haymitch sits down, not giving a smile back. It was too god damned early for shit like this, even if it wasn't necessarily morning anymore. It was always too god damned early for anything involving the Capitol at any point in the day.
His arms cross and he leans back in the seat, and looks at her, his expression reading 'hung over as fuck', "Yes?"
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His arms cross and he leans back in the seat, and looks at her, his expression reading 'hung over as fuck', "Yes?"