Disclaimer: Sorry I have not updated recently...On anything, I have just been on vacation to my grandparents home. So, now that I am back, I will see to it that I will stay on track and write at least one chapter for each story...Except the one-shots. So, um, yeah. Again sorry for the delay, please do not hate my guts. It might take all day (And the occasional Google searches for random stuff) but it will get done! Oh, and please don't hate me. I may look stuff up, but I have no intentions on making it by exact words. I'm sorry but it is still my story, slightly.

Before long we were standing in front of the train. Lights and cameras flashed, it took everything I had to not grab Katniss's hand just to calm my nerves. Effie was going on about something, but I had long since tuned her out.

"I'm going to go find Haymitch." She shooed us to sit down whilst we waited for our crazed drunken mentor.

I sat stiffly, maybe more so than Katniss, utterly uncomfortable from the tension in the atmosphere. I felt like a stone wall, making me burst with the need to speak. I wanted to get rid of the tension, I wanted to talk, I needed to talk.

"Haymitch, have you met him?" I turned to face Katniss, she tilted her head to me, "Out mentor, have you ever met him?"

She just looked at me with a blank expression, Well that went well.

A clash sounded as the door to our train car opened, sloppily. Haymitch stumbled in, with a half filled glass of alcohol probably. He searched for something before pulling out, more alcohol. He grabbed the bottom with his hand, pulling off the top with his teeth. Pouring some of the liquor in before sitting across from Katniss and I.

"So, in the games-" I started, eager to speak. The tension was positively horrid, I hated the silence.

"Whoa, whoa eager." Haymitch slurred.

"Well your our mentor, the one that survived this mess. Any chance you can give us some advice for survival." I was starting to get a bit flustered at this drunken guy. He was suppose to help us, right?

"You want advice? Here; Survive." He chuckled, taking another chug of his drink.

"Alright, I think you've had enough of this." I reached over to take his glass, but his pushed me back into my seat. Knocking the wind out of me.

"Oh look you made me spill." He grumbled.

When I finally got some sleep, I tried so hard not to think about the bath I gave Haymitch. I shuddered in remembrance. As of now, I just wanted information. This time, I was determined to get it.

I got off of the bed, dressing in whatever was in the closet. I didn't get a good look, I just threw it on. I walked into the conjoining bathroom to brush up. Which didn't take all that long, the Capitol had more things than they were grateful for. Not that I think they would ever be grateful, but still. It couldn't hurt to think that they might have a heart.

I walked out of my cabin, and went straight to the dining car. I put as much food on my plate as the plate could hold. Even if I did come from the better part of District 12, doesn't mean I ate like an average person should. Whilst I stuffed myself, I saw Haymitch enter the car followed by Effie.

"Haymitch, do you have any useful survival lessons?" I wondered.

"Yes-"

"What about a fire?"

"Well you should try to find shelter."

"What are you guys talking about?" Katniss wondered, walking in unnoticed to us.

Haymitch and I looked at her, I think we were both wondering just how long she had been there.

"Survival, sweetheart. Now pass me the-."

I started to tune him out, staring at Katniss as she stared him down.

"Fine I'll just get it myself." Haymitch reached over to grab it, when Katniss stabbed a knife in between his fingers.

"That is mahogany!" Effie yelled.

That went down hill fast.