perfectlyportia (perfectlyportia) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-25 09:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, haymitch abernathy, portia |
Who: Portia and Haymitch
When: Recently
Where: Haymitch's place
What: Pancakes and catching up
Status: Complete
Syrup, check. Pancake mix, check. Clean pans, check. Haymitch double checked his list as he looked around his now spotless kitchen. It hadn't really be dirty before but it had been... Untidy. With it being just him he hardly needed and excuse to keep it spotless.
"What are you in the mood for?" Haymitch asked as he heard someone come into the house assuming it was Portia. "I have bananas, strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries. Because someone told me I have to eat more healthy that I was."
He met her with a grin as she walked into the kitchen.
“Ooo they all sound good, fruit salad?” she suggested with a smile, cheekily giving him a quick hug before he could stop her. It had been too long since she had seen him, something she felt bad for.
"And no pancakes?" He told her faking a look of outrage as he returned the hug. "Are you trying to kill me slowly woman?" Haymitch joked.
"Didn't bring that monster with you, did you?" He asked as he made a show of looking behind her and in the other room. "I don't need any lurking in my house."
“Pancakes and fruit salad?” she suggested smiling at his fake outraged look, “I wouldn’t want to kill you with healthy food after all”
She laughed, “No monster” she promised, “I made sure it waited outside”
"Maybe if you say please," he insisted though he had already pulled out another bowl to put the fruit salad in. He wasn't a complete hard-ass as he made people think he was.
"Shame. I was hoping to meet this monster of yours as long as he doesn't track in mud."
“Please” she said grinning, if anybody knew how much of a hard-ass Haymitch wasn’t it was Portia, he was always a teddy bear with her.
“No monster but I may have somebody of mine that you should meet” she told him feeling herself blush.
“Oh?” Haymitch grinned back at her seeing the blush and having every intention of adding to it. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t? She wasn’t going to live this one down. “Does he have a name and really, scale of 1-10 how ready should I be to kick his arse when he does something stupid? I mean come on men always do something stupid from time to time.”
“His name is Alex Rogan” she told him with a smile, her face still warm, “And I’m hoping he won’t do anything worthy of an ass kicking, though I appreciate the offer” she grinned. Really she knew Haymitch would tease her a bit, after all she had sworn off men for a long time and hadn’t seemed at all interested.
Haymitch was about to ask what kind of name was that but then he considered his own name that his parents had left him with... Yeah, Alex was certainly better but at least his name was unique? “Well, he’s to us both praying that he won’t but if he does I have just the pair of ass kicking boots needed to get the job done. We don’t need any more shattered hearts around here.” He didn’t think Portia was as sentimental as some of her friends but it still didn’t mean he couldn’t play the protective older brother type.
“And because you have such good news and are all red and giddy now, you can make pancakes!” He said with a grin as he got out a suitable pan. “Unless you want me to and then we will both be ready to order take-out.” He wasn’t a cook but he could at least cook pancakes but he could pretend not to be able to.
Portia wasn’t as sentimental as some others, her previous relationship had seen to that. Though Haymitch didn’t know the details surrounding that. But she was touched at Haymitch’s big brother attempt. “I’d rather not have my heart shattered” she agreed with a nod.
She laughed, “I’ll make pancakes but not because you can’t” she replied, pointing at him with the spatula she now had in her hand, “You know better than to try that one with me” she grinned.
He have her his best puppy dog eyes, "But they taste so much better when you make them!" It wasn't a great argument but it was the best one he could come up with on short notice. "I did get all the ingredients!"
Portia laughed, “Flattery and that look will get you anywhere” she teased before organising the things she’d need, knowing his kitchen almost as well as her own.
"What I am always counting on love," he told her with a laugh as he pulled out a thing of orange juice. It wasn't quite late enough for a beer and it didn't go too well with breakfast foods.
"Cheer to no creepy dreams!" He said as he poured himself a glass. "That is unless you're having dreams."
Portia shook her head, “Nope no dreams for a few weeks now” she told him happily, “I know they’ll come back at some point but right now I am enjoying the dreamless nights. You haven’t had any either?” she checked.
"Not in months," and he sure wasn't complaining. Most people were curious to know how their stories worked out but Haymitch was just fine with not knowing the details. He bet it wasn't pleasant anyhow.
Portia felt the same, there was always a sense of foreboding in her dreams and she was in no hurry to complete the story, she worried over what would happen to Peeta. “That’s good” she told him, “We just have to hope our luck holds out”
“SHHH!” He told her waving his arms at her. “DON’T JINX US!” He said with a laugh as he poured her a glass of orange juice too and went digging in the fridge for the maple syrup and butter. It was easy to act nonchalant about the dreams when he wasn’t actually having any.
She laughed as she set about making them pancakes, sipping her orange juice as she cooked, “So how have you been?” she asked, “Other than dreamless I mean. Hows work?”
Haymitch shrugged his shoulders. “Work is work. It’s been kind of dull and boring but people don’t have much work done in the winter. Too much money spent on holidays and the like.” It was always like a bit of a vacation. “So it has been a lot of sitting around, drinking beer, and watching hockey.”
Portia nodded, “It definitely seems like holiday season” she agreed, “Lucky it coincides with the hockey though” she grinned, “Wouldn’t want you getting too bored”
"Unlike some people I rather like being bored," once in a while anyhow. It wasn't something he would like to have constantly. "Besides its almost play-off time for hockey. Then it will be renovation season. Going to do some work at the hospitals in the area I think instead of houses." There was more money in that not that he needed it. The change in scenery was nice.
"How about you? Plans for the summer?"
She smiled, knowing he preferred to take things at a slower pace than she did. It didn’t feel right for her to be idle when there was so much she could be doing. “Even I’m looking forward to play-off time” she told him, she’d found the games he’d convinced her to watch were fun and she’d watched a number on her own volition.
“Work” she replied, “I have a couple more movies lined up and I’ve got an interesting meeting set up with a woman who wants to use my clothes as the start of a new clothing house” She was quite excited about that one.
Haymitch nodded with a grin. It did sound rather exciting. “So what you’re telling me is to get my Portia time in pretty quickly and now or I won’t see you again till fall or like holiday time.” Not that it was exactly true and he was over exaggerating but he was Haymitch so it was allowed.
“Well, Memorial day. Lets have a party. I have the pool already.”
“I’ll make sure there’s always time in my diary for you” she promised with a smile as she flipped the pancakes, “But a party sounds great” she added, “Does seem a shame to have the pool and not make use of it for a pool party”
“Hey Peeta can’t be the only one that uses that thing. I did spend a small fortune on it after all not to mention the upkeep.” It had been worth it though. “So, what if i say you can be in charge of the guest list too? Just tell me how many people I need to feed.”
Portia laughed, “True, we’ll make sure it gets used” she smiled before nodding, “Of course, if you’re sure? I can definitely sort the guest list”
Haymitch nodded. "You're far more capable of that than I am. Besides who would I invite outside you and Peeta?" He wasn't the most social person in the world.
“Oh does that mean I can invite some nice women I know for you?” she teased, as much as she’d love to see him with someone she’d never actually try to force him into anything.
"Invite whoever you'd like to invite love," Haymitch told her with a grin. "Women included. Though I might scare them away with my ugly mug."
She swatted him with a clean spatula, “None of that” she told him, “You’re a handsome man and whoever wins your heart is going to be a very lucky woman”
Haymitch chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Darling, I’m getting a little old for all that type of thing. Most people my age have children, nearly grown children.” Then again he kind of did in a way because Peeta was like his own son. “I am okay with my life and my love life actually. A lot less complicated when you’re unattached.”
“Nonsense, you’re never too old and besides you are nowhere near old” Portia told him, “And I know you’re happy with your life and that’s great but you never know what’s going to happen. I didn’t” she pointed out.
“Yeah yeah,” Haymitch said just to agree with her with a wave of his hand. He didn’t worry about stuff like that. He liked to think he was more of the go with the flow type of guy anyhow. It suited his lifestyle just fine.
Portia smiled as she finished the pancakes and popped them onto plates. "Anyway enough relationship talk" she said as she brought their food to the table, "Tell me what you thought about the last game"