Jon Snow and the Soda Pop
Jon entered the Common Hall, took off his gloves and warmed his hands over the fire. "What's for dinner?" he asked Pyp who was already there.
Pyp grinned and threw a soda pop at him. "A soda pop?"
"Bastard!" Jon shouted at him. "Now I won't be able to open it. I'm thirsty."
Pyp opened his own can, threw his head back and took a long swig. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Afraid of staining your nice robes?"
"That's not funny," Jon grumbled. He cautiously opened his can, holding it as far away from him as possible. He had a bad experience with this Myrish brew. This time it seemed to behave and stayed in its can. Smiling back at Pyp he threw his own head back and took it all down in one big gulp.
Jon stopped smiling. Something was wrong with his nose. It felt funny. He put his hand over it and looked in panic at Pyp. Pyp covered his mouth to stop from laughing. Jon soon found himself on the dirty floor, sneezing uncontrollably, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks. "Pyp!" he cried between sneezes.
Suddenly, with a great bound, Ghost, the mighty direwolf entered the hall. He looked balefully all around with his blood-red eyes to discover what danger assailed his master. Finding nothing, he padded over to Jon and started licking his face. Jon waved his hands at him and finally sat up. "You're going to pay for this," he told Pyp and threw his half empty can at him.
It fell short. Ghost howled their frustration for the both of them.
"You two are pathetic," Pyp told him.
Author's Note: First in my Review-Lounge-Too forum's inspired parody drabbles.
Prompt was: What would the Game of Thrones TV show look like if they inserted embedded ads to cover the show's costs? Would a longer season be worth it?