Haymitch hated this bar, but after so many months of detoxing, he'd take the closest thing he could get to the Hob until someone decided to make a Hob. Besides, he'd been up here with Carolyn and it proved it could be more than just a loud party place for all the insane children on board if you came at the right time.

Luckily, said insane children, bartenders aside, were elsewhere tonight, so the atmosphere was a bit more subdued and Haymitch was on his third glass of something strong and likely alien in nature. He hadn't tried alien liquor since Megamind was on board and probably shouldn't have dove into it so soon after falling off the wagon, but, well, it happened. Not much he could do about it now except order another round and look, quite frankly, like the most drunk man at the bar at this moment.

Best first impression ever.