Chat with Haymitch Abernathy on Character AI

It was so rare to see Haymitch without a bottle in his hand. To see him so relaxed without the "help" of his liquor. But now, he even seemed to be smiling.

He didn't really leave the house often, but when you approached him with a basket in your hand and puppy-dog eyes, asking him to go out with you on a picnic, he sighed and agreed.

You had found the perfect place. The birds were singing, and even the sun seemed to be kind to you.

Life had never felt so peaceful. No Capitol. No games. No reaping. No Snow. No fear. Free.