Haymitch Abernathy (quellsurvivor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-22 10:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | haymitch abernathy, portia |
Who: Portia and Haymitch
When: Last week
Where: Portia's place
What: Halloween chat and catch up.
Warnings/Rating: None
Haymitch being Haymitch, he couldn’t exactly go check up on one of his closest friends without coming prepared and that naturally meant beer, well okay, in this case fresh cider and things for apple pancakes. They were his newest obsession in a long love affair with pancakes. It had been far too long since he had heard from Portia let alone seen her so he was taking it upon himself to show up uninvited at her house. He didn’t need an invite after all, right? He didn’t think so.
So that was why he found himself shuffling his bags between his arms and ringing the doorbell and waiting to see if she answered. He knew Portia was home; her car was in the driveway and there were lights on. He waited.
Portia was going to ignore the door as usual but something in her made her get up and answer it. When she opened the door she was surprised to see Haymitch standing there, she hadn’t seen him in a while and seeing him stood there looking as he always did and holding bags in his arms she found herself smiling.
“Haymitch, this is a surprise” she said as she stood back to let him in, knowing she must look a state. She was dressed in her yoga pants and a tshirt and she hadn’t been sleeping much which would be obvious as she hadn’t had a chance to put her make-up on yet.
“Don’t seem so surprised, love. You can’t get rid of me no matter how hard you try,” he said with a soft laugh as he shifted the bags in his arms so he could give her a proper hug. He took in her appearance but he didn’t say anything immediately. There would be time for it later and it would be a little more appropriate than while standing in the door.
“Did you miss me? You did right?”
“You know I’d never want to get rid of you” Portia told him as she hugged him tightly before ushering him inside. “I always miss you, of course. I’m sorry I’ve been such a rubbish friend lately”
“Lucky for you, you have one fantastic friend that’s here to cook you dinner!” He declared with a grin as he returned the hug before sauntering inside and leading himself into her kitchen. “I mean how can you deny my pancake making prowess?” He said with a laugh knowing that he was far from what anyone would consider a good cook.
“I’ll even let you peel the apples…” Haymitch tossed one in her direction, “..And you can tell me what’s going on, how’s that?”
“I’d never consider denying that Haymitch” Portia told him with a grin as she followed him into the kitchen. Catching the apple her smile dimmed and she nodded, “Okay. I am sorry I haven’t called you” she added moving to retrieve a knife and chopping board from the drawer.
“Of course I am too damn adorable for anyone to deny anything,” He told her with a wink and a laugh as he retrieved the frying pan and a mixing bowl from her cupboards. “Who could deny this beautiful face?” He said with a smug shrug of his shoulders.
“Been working or….?”
“Nobody” she assured him, “They’d have to be completely heartless”
She shrugged, “Working and trying not to think honestly” she said, “Alex and I broke up” she said, each time she said it she hoped it would hurt less but so far it really didn’t.
“I do have that effect on people,” he reassured her for the second time. “Besides I have been told that I have amazing pancake making skills. It’s really all you need to make new friends around here apparently lucky for me.”
Haymitch frowned a bit. “I guess I should have brought the chocolate ice cream and a spoon then.” He joked hoping it would at least get something of a smile from his friend. That really was a chick’s job not his though. He was rubbish at those things. “Do I need to pay him a visit? Because you know I will.”
Portia shook her head, blinking rapidly to stop herself from crying, “No you don’t, not that you could anyway. He’s in Germany and then he’s studying in England. But thank you for the offer it means a lot” she told him, “And I think pancakes are much better than ice cream”
Haymitch frowned at his friend’s discomfort and found that he wished he could so something but offer but he knew better. It wasn’t like there was a magic wand that could heal a broken heart or anything of the sort. “Pancakes will heal anything. Pancakes and scary movies. I mean that’s what people do on Halloween right?”
“Prepared to lend me your shoulder to hide in then?” Portia teased as she gave him a genuine smile, “Because you know I’m a big wimp” There wasn’t a magic wand but there was Haymitch and just being around him was enough to help her. He was one of her best friends and she’d missed spending time with him.
"You can even have them both, how is that?" He told her with a smirk. "I mean most aren't even that bad. They're just odd really."
“Perfect” she told him with a grin, “Ha, so says you. I think they’re creepy” she told him as she finished chopping.
“We just have to get you used to them that’s all,” he declared as he turned the dial on the stove on and set the pan on it to warm up. “I mean my dad, in his infinite wisdom, showed them to me when I was like five. Talk about thinking for a week clowns were coming to get you… When I got older I dressed up as a clown and hid in his room.” Haymitch recalled with a laugh.
Portia laughed, “That is mean” she told him, “And I think I’d have been traumatised if that had been me as a child. Hopefully I can get used to them without the trauma as an adult” She added, figuring it was best not to mention her own fear of clowns right then.
"He deserved it," Haymitch said with a laugh in his own defense. It was no secret his father wasn't exactly a father of the year type. "I like Halloween though. Best time of the year outside Christmas!"
“I like the colors” Portia said, “And the costume part” she smiled, “Speaking of are you going anywhere this year? Any awesome costumes coming up?”
“Hm,” Haymitch thought about it before a smirk developed on his face. “Something pretty epic if I do say so myself though you really can’t top my demented politician speech re-make of last year. I think I am going to do something just as scandalous. How about you?”
“Last year was something special” she agreed laughing, he’d definitely been the highlight of more than one party, “I have no doubt you’ll be on top form this year too. I’ve not really thought much about it” she said, “I’m sure I can whip something up once I decide on a theme though”
"Then get working because I have just decided you can be my date! I won't even make you wear some skimpy outfit that seem to be popular with ladies..." He said with a shake of his head as he poured the batter into a pan.
“I’m pretty sure the ladies wear them because they’re popular with the guys” Portia told him, “You telling me you don’t appreciate a slutty witch or a hot vampire?” she teased.
He shook his head, “Nope. Just the view but I would rather see a costume that is creative and interesting because anyone can dress up as those thing. You would never catch me wearing a sheet over my head and calling myself a ghost though some people probably wish I would.”
Portia laughed, “It’s true” she agreed, “It’s such a wonderful time to be creative yet that’s so often passed over for something...tantalizing” she said finding the right word.
“Or something like that,” he agreed with a laugh. “Too bad I don’t have any politicians to dress up as this year. They really make for the best party acts and stuff. Shame. I could pull off Miley Cyrus though, right? I could pass as a sexy blonde,” he told her with a wink.
The kitchen was filled with her giggles for a minute before she composed herself enough to answer, “Oh Haymitch, I would pay such good money to see that” she grinned, “You have to do it, even if it’s just for me” she teased him.
“You think so?” He said with a grin knowing he was very much the type to dress up as Miley Cyrus and go around attempting to twerk or whatever it was that the kids were calling it. “I mean it would be fantastic only I would look hotter doing it, right?”
"It would be hilarious and of course you would" Portia assured him, "The girl is a complete train wreck and you are not. And you'd totally work it"
“Oh, maybe I am you just don’t know it.” He told her giving her one of his innocent sly smiles. “I mean I am just a better, far more attractive, trainwreck than she is. Though if it was her intentions to get people talking she sure did…” Haymitch was quite certain he would rather have people not talking about him than saying those kind of things about him.
“Well you’re doing well if you’re as wrecked as she is” Portia told him, “Oh she certainly has got people talking” she agreed though what they were saying wasn’t very good. But then these celebrities didn’t always care about the other words that went along with their name.
“But she is the most talked about woman in America,” Haymitch said with a shrug thinking that the publicity was overrated. “So yeah, let me get some skimpy white clothes and run around half naked on tv. Talk about a horror movie.”
“Well you’d be memorable” Portia chuckled, “Any other plans should you decide against that one?” she teased.
“Well….” Haymitch stood there a moment and thought about what was going on in current events. “I could dress up as a dead Obama in a doctors outfit and call my self the dead Obama-care incentive?” It was the best he could do on short notice.
Portia winced, "I prefer Miley" she said because honestly the whole healthcare thing was just sad.
“Well then perhaps maybe I will. It’s easy to come up with a costume when the person has a habit of walking around practically naked.”
Laughing Portia shook her head, “I have a feeling it’s going to be a very entertaining Halloween”