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[byanyname]

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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[primreaper]

Somehow I really doubt that.
I prefer the instant hangover cure pills.

[drowningthedays]

fine. first thing i as Victor Extraordinaire learned.

pills keep you from the real experience. got to ride out the full drunk while youve got it.

[primreaper]

I very rarely wake up drunk if I can help it.

[drowningthedays]

effie. effieeeeeeee. LIVE a little bit. no point drinking if you're going to wake up sober.

[primreaper]

Oh, I've done plenty of that. I just prefer to be able to take care of our tributes in the morning.

[Yes, she drinks a lot during the games. She just hides it. Because she is a Professional, Haymitch. Professional.]

[drowningthedays]

[Uh-huh. Maybe a Professional Pain in the Ass. Also excuse you, hiding the drink doesn't make anyone a better person, Ms. Effie "Professional" Trinket.]

ha ha ha. tell me something i HAVENT heard before.

youre better with kids anyway. they like you.

you know what? i almost made it through that sentence without laughing.

[primreaper]

this is why people can't stand you, haymitch

maybe if you were a bit more likeable our tributes would stand a fighting chance.

[drowningthedays]

[Someone's awfully rude today. And accurate. Whatever.]

good thing everyones your biggest fan. when the next meeting of the effie trinket fan club, again?

i burned the likeability bridge a loooong time ago. nothing to do now but splash around in the kingdom of the rude.

[primreaper]

be careful with the splashing, haymitch. Blood is so hard to get out.

[So you're an asshole btw.]

[drowningthedays]

[Born and bred, sweetheart.

And he's going to have a very long drink and ignore the hell out the rising guilt.]

thats the benefit of being a legendary trainwreck. a little more blood doesnt make a difference. unsightly jackets still unsightly, drunks still a drunk.

[Okay. Okay he takes another drink before finishing the message. Whatever.]

im not the one with a fetish for clean clothes.

[primreaper]

i don't have a fetish for clean clothes.

[She kinda likes the scruff, okay? Just don't tell anyone.]

[drowningthedays]

[Probably best not to let him find out about that one.]

couldve fooled me.

[primreaper]

ah yes, because everything I do is for your approval.

[drowningthedays]

its not? and here i was, thinking i had every reason to make the little miss trinket fan club jealous.

[primreaper]

Please. I don't have a fanclub.

[drowningthedays]

not with that attitude, you wont. cmon, eff, wheres the pretty little smile for the masses?

[primreaper]

don't you tell me to smile, haymitch

[drowningthedays]

ships sailed on that. besides, im only lookin out for you. wouldnt want you to lose the fans you so coyly say you dont have. never pegged you as one for modesty.

[primreaper]

Your view of what goes on here in the Capitol is so skewed.

[drowningthedays]

pretty sure i wont be losing sleep over that one.

[primreaper]

humph!

[Yeah, just like she'd actually say in real life.]

[drowningthedays]

cute.

okay so ill bite. whats a rube like me need to know about the capital? whats the inside story? what am i drowwning in ignorance about? save me effie trinket. youre this rube's only hope.

[primreaper]

no, now I'm not going to say anything.