(Peeta's pov)
Effie of course woke me up before Katniss. On Haymitch's order. I groan softly but get up. I get changed and walk out of the room. I follow Effie to the dining car and sit down with Haymitch. I could hear Effie walk back to get Katniss.
"Up up up! It's going to be a big big day!" I hear Effie say cheerfully. I can only imagine Katniss' annoyed look.
She walks in and I watch as Effie follows behind her. "Sit down! Sit down" Haymitch says to her. I watch her move to sit. I watch them move food toward her. I chuckle softly as she looked confused at the brown liquid in the white cup she's holding.
I lean toward her and whisper "They call it hot chocolate." I wait a little bit "it's good" I add before moving back to sitting up straight. I watch her take a sip. Her eyes widened, as she forgotten the entire meal in front of her, she chugged down the drink in her hands. I wanted to tell her, told you but I decided against it.
We started eating. I saw her finish eating, I was picking at a roll and dipping it into the tasty chocolaty drink. We soon both watch Haymitch chug a red drink down. We know he's a drunk. Everyone knew. Whatever he went through in those games messed him up. I don't blame him. But Katniss and I need him right now. We need him sober, we need his knowledge of the games. Otherwise district 12 will stick to the one winner. And I am not having Katniss die. Not while I'm still breathing.
"So, you're supposed to give us advice.." Katniss speaks up. I'm glad she did I don't think I would've been able too.
He chuckles softly and says "here's some advice, stay alive."
I shake my head slightly. "that's very funny. I feel the anger rise in my chest, I can't control my actions. I slap the drink out of his hands, giving him a small glare. I watch the blood red drink color the floor and the glass shatter. "Only not to us"
The next thing I know I'm knocked back, falling slightly out of my chair. He spit slightly and let out a slight grunt before getting back up. I stand up to see Katniss has a knife between his fingers for a minute I think she actually hit his fingers but realize she just missed them. He chuckles "what's this?" He asks softly. I thought he was kinda crazy or if it's the booze talking before he went on.
"Do I actually have a pair of fighters this year?" He asks with a smile.
I rub my bruise growing on my jaw. "No let the bruise show." He stopped me. I sigh and look at him confused. "The audience will think you've mixed it up with another tribute before you've even made it to the arena"
"That's against the rules" I add simply."Only if they catch you. That bruise will say you fought" he said with a chuckle. He looks over at Katniss "can you hit anything with that knife besides the table?"
I watch her yank the knife up. And hold it by the blade. Before throwing it at the wall. I notice it's between two panels. I try so hard not to gape in amazement. I knew she was good with a bow. I can't believe how amazing she is... wow. I keep learning knew little things and it's pretty amazing. Knowing this will help her in the arena. She'll be safe.. I know it.
"Okay stand over here" he gestures towards where he wants us to stand. I get up and follow Katniss. I blush but try to hide it as we stand close. "Well you're not entirely hopeless. Seem fit. And once your stylists get a hold of you, you'll be attractive enough." He mutters.
I look confuse and look over at Katniss and can tell she is confused as well.
"Alright I'll make you a deal with you. You don't interfere with my drinking. And I'll stay sober enough to help you." He says with a simple shrug. "But you do what I say." He adds quickly.
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Hold On
FanfictionPeeta will have to face his fears alone as they make it through the games and into the war. Will have peetas point of view during his torture. (It will go from the 1st hunger games to when the war ends or I may change it idk) (Warning: depressed pee...