“Huh, at least your team actually works together.” The victors of 5 and their escort have a…dysfunctional…relationship at best. “I think you probably already know the answer to that, Peeta.”
He’s talking to a guy that he actively wanted to lose the Hunger Games. Of course he bloody drinks. And she’d be pissed off with him - Finch would be - but it’s not like she can find out or stop him. Not anymore. In any case, he’s no Haymitch.
“Ah, but I don’t know.” He started, “It’s impolite to assume. If you do I can only understand why. It’s how some people cope and while I wish there was a healthier way sometimes it’s the only alternative.”
He scoffs slightly. “Good luck with that, the 12 escort’s only been trying to do that for bloody years.” He’s seen her trying to hide bottles on various occasions, which he can’t help but find slightly amusing.
“It’s a collective effort. Effie has only the best intentions in mind for him.” Peeta spoke, rocking back and forth on his heels as he spoke. “Do you drink, Wyatt? I mean, you are now. But is it something you do often?”
“That would be great, thanks. I have no idea how Haymitch puts up with the pair of you.”
He sips his beer.
“Actually, wait, yes I do.”
Peeta chuckled, rolling his eyes in jest. “Haymitch doesn’t drink around me. I’ve tried to make him stop, actually. I’m slowly weaning him off of it though. Which is good.”
