Haymitch Abernathy (quellsurvivor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-05 08:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, haymitch abernathy, raymond garraty |
Who: Haymitch Abernathy and Raymond Garraty
When: Last evening
Where: Haymitch's dream
What: Ray's sleep walking
Warnings/Rating: Likely low outside some language
Haymitch gave an exasperated sigh as he ran his long fingers through his hair wishing for once he could change the hand he was dealt on this particular job. The customers were particular annoying and indecisive which made his work all that more difficult. It was this reason that he found himself still at their townhouse at nearly midnight getting ready to start laying their second round of hardwood floors after they had insisted the first floor was hideous and he redo it. At least it was on their dime and not his. He wasn't quite sure why people could not listen to him when it came to design decisions, he had designed his fair share of houses in the day.
With a grunt he started pulling box after box of flooring out of the bed of his pickup and stacking them against the truck. Then again late nights didn't bother him. If he wasn't working he would be sleeping and sleeping meant the dreams that he would rather not have. Who in their right mind sent children off to slaughter? It had been more than a year since the dreams and he was still not over that tiny detail. It twisted at him until he decided he wanted a drink which ultimately lead to two.
"Jesus Christ man!" Haymitch exclaimed as he turned around, box of wood on his shoulder, and practically flattened a stranger that had wonder up behind him. "You nearly gave me a heart attack." The last thing he had expected to see was someone there as there were very few neighbors, most being down the road a few miles, and considering the time... "You're lucky I didn't hit you square in the face with this box," he continued onward not even considering the fact that the man before him could be sleep walking.