[She wasn't exactly fond of drinking. Hadn't thought much of it before ever trying some of Haymitch's white liquor. Certainly despised it after drinking far too much the day they announced the Quarter Quell and getting sick. Alcohol wasn't a solution in her opinion. It'd never be.
But saying that now wouldn't help Jim. He wasn't Haymitch. As far as she knew, he didn't use the bottle as a way to numb horrible memories.]
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But saying that now wouldn't help Jim. He wasn't Haymitch. As far as she knew, he didn't use the bottle as a way to numb horrible memories.]
There's a bar here. And a forest.