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There are times when he drinks to have fun, there are times when he drinks because he really enjoys the taste of it, and there are times when he drinks simply because he's bored and it actually starts to get a bit fun if you start catapulting your way around all the pubs on the island. Sometimes it's even necessary when they stop serving you liquor. Today's a latter day and he's just settling in at the Hub, shaking back his hair as he lets out a pleased sound at the mead before him.

The sun's still out in the sky, day as clear as ever, but he's got a pint and he's never met one of those he didn't like, even if they have brought him a good bit of trouble.

Speaking of trouble...

While the pint may not have brought him that, he does cast a gaze over his shoulder when he glimpses familiarity out of the corner of his eye. He smirks and beckons Katniss closer, patting the stool beside him. "Can I interest you in a drink?"

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She comes in from time to time, just to drop off game - dead animals slung over her back like it's nothing. To Katniss, it isn't. She just wants something to do in order to feel some semblance of normalcy. Hunting feels more like home, even if these forests are nothing like the ones just outside of District 12.

It feels almost like living again. Not quite, but it's a thin imitation of it, at least. Katniss isn't quite satisfied, but then again, she won't ever really be. So it's no loss.

The question gets her to lift her head, eyes sweeping over Gwaine. Here. Drinking. She pulls a face.

"Why would I want that?"