Hello everyone. Small introduction and such before we begin, or you can skip this (I'm not the fan fiction police) but you'll miss a few details. This fic is an rp with a friend of mine (you can totally compliment her here and here) I do have her permission to post this. If you really want to know I write for Drogo and she writes for Daenerys. All I really did was copy and paste, throw in a few details, change a few words and a bit of grammar editing.

Please mind the tags (they are legit warnings)

This fic is a modern human A.U for Game of Thrones. So basically everyone is alive and in a human like world. We still use the countries, languages and etc. from the series but things are slightly different. Example Dothrak is a ghetto reminiscent of Flint or Detroit. Also all characters are above the age of 18. There will be smut later on, hopefully a tasteful amount.

Any reviews are appreciated and I will pass them along to her as well.

Note: Omg my sincerest apologies. For some reason when this story was uploaded it took out symbols which marked the difference between Dothraki and common...I don't know why and I apologize for the confusion that might have caused. This will be fixed in every chapter. Dothraki will be indicated by ( ) in the future.

Enjoy. ^_^

Drogo followed the directions to The Three Dragons, the bar him and his band the Four Horsemen were auditioning for. He was the first to arrive from the band wanting to check the place out and make sure it was worth their time. They were starting to get some attention and they weren't going to settle for anymore dive bars. The Three Dragons had a good reputation and hosted some good music talent. If things went well they might become regulars there and get a paying gig. Their only paying gig so far had been when a relative of Drogo's had a birthday party… and they hadn't paid very well.

The bar from the outside was interesting. There were three dragon sculptures outside the establishment. Two on each side of the door circled around a metal post looking at anyone who entered. The last one was on the sign and appeared to be breathing fire, at night it would actually have a gas lit fire behind it. It would also illuminate the sign. The sign had the name of the bar cut out of a piece of metal and had a sort of old school look. Drogo was admittedly impressed with this and walked inside. They were open of course, but it was early in the day the only two people there was Tyrion a regular and a local bar slut.

The inside of the bar was as one would expect after seeing the entrance. Some interesting fire and dragon related decorations; however it was tasteful and not overdone to the degree of a horrible chain restaurant. There was also a lot of metal and it was only lit by flames aside from the stage that had a full lighting and sound system. The Three Dragons was well known for the up and coming rock and metal bands that played there and it was common for them to get a real start after playing here. It had become a rite of passage of sorts.

Now what caught Drogo's attention was not the decorations, or the fact there was a dwarf at the bar...successfully flirting with the bar slut, but the woman who stood behind the bar. Daenerys Targaryen. Everything about her caught his attention. Her pale blond almost white hair, alabaster skin, the hazel eyes that radiated sadness and of course her soft shaped face that held sharp features. He didn't want to take his eyes off her. More than anything he wanted to talk to her...but of course he didn't know the language. Usually he was a man who took or worked for what he wanted so this was a bit frustrating for him. He only spoke Dothraki and very very little common tongue. Enough to suggest and idea of what it was he wanted. However he couldn't avoid it once she made her way towards him to take his order.

Daenerys stood behind the bar wiping a dirty glass with a rag. It was slow, like every other afternoon. However, Daenerys knew that no matter how slow the day was, she'd always have at least one customer. Tyrion sat in his usual seat with one hand wrapped around a mug of beer and one hand on the thigh of a woman. Daenerys didn't even have to ask for Tyrion's order at this point. And when he actually managed to stumble home at night, she had his drink waiting for him when he would inevitably stumble back in, not entirely free of the last nights liquor. She didn't even mind Tyrion's already intoxicated company this afternoon.

Daenerys looked up when she heard the door open and a pair of boots pad across the floor. She immediately looked back down again when she saw who the new comer was. He could only be Drogo, the lead singer of The Four Horseman, a new band they had brought in. Her first thought was of how absolutely massive he was. Even from her position behind the bar she could tell that he towered over her. His raven hair hung in a braid that fell down his back longer than her own hair. His dark features and the scar over his left eye made him look even more mysterious.

She set down her rag and picked up her note pad. She didn't want Viserys to hear that she'd neglected her duties, and honestly she wanted to talk to him, despite his intimidating appearance. Something drew her to him. She tucked a loose strand of her white hair behind her ear as she approached.

"What can I get you?" she asked, eyes darting from his eyes to the pad.

Drogo refrained from panicking as she sauntered over to him. Looking up at Daenerys he had and even better look at her now, especially her eyes which seemed a bit warmer now. Her voice was also even more pleasant than he had imagined. He could also detect a bit of perfume wafting from her and the scent was pleasing to him. He had only an indication of what it was she was asking. There was a sort of menu in front of him and he looked that over. Really all he wanted was a dark beer. A very dark, yet smooth beer. He recognized a logo and pointed to that one. In his thick Dothraki accent he replied, "This." It wasn't exactly his first bar or drink so he knew the logos on the beer he did like.

He kept his voice low and as soft as he could manage, not wanting to scare the beautiful girl away. His accent made him sound quite cold and threatening on top of his appearance. Drogo was aware of his appearance, and generally he took great pride in it. Dothraki girls found him to be very appealing and consistently flirted with him. Though he knew to others he could be rather intimidating. Extremely well-muscled, tall and large, with a few scars and obvious tattoos had a tendency to cause people to think he was an assortment of menacing things.

Tyrion watched curiously, this was about the only other interesting thing that had happened since he had gotten here. He already had the woman ready to go so he could take a moment to enjoy the scene unfolding. Drogo of course was completely new to him and Tyrion did often come for the music as well as the booze and other entertainment. He recalled faintly that someone had mentioned a new band and he would guess that this Dothraki might be a part of that. It was the only logical explanation for why a Dothraki would be this far out. The dwarf usually had his run of the bar until closer to dark.

Daenerys tilted her head slightly. It was not at all what she was expecting. His accent was so heavy and foreign. It was clear to her that he didn't speak much of the common tongue. But what surprised her just as much was the way he spoke. She was expecting something much coarser, much more gruff and menacing. When he spoke to her his voice was deep and low. She had been expecting a deep voice, but what she heard she was unprepared for. It was low and resonating but it was so soft and gentle.

Daenerys smiled shyly at him, dropping her eyes. "Right away sir," she said, Not even sure if he could understand her. Her eyes flickered back to Drogo as she poured the drink. The corners of her mouth twitched upward when she saw that he was looking back.

"What's this I see," a voice echoed out behind her suddenly. Daenerys jumped and the glass slipped out of her hand and crashed to the floor. Viserys loomed over her as she knelt to pick the glass up. "Jumpy today aren't we. Could it be... our new entertainer that's got you all worked up sister?"

Daenerys closed her eyes. "I just didn't hear you coming," she said, dropping the glass in the garbage and grabbing a new one. She kept her eyes down as she refilled the glass.

"Is this for our new friend?" he asked, leaning on the counter, staring at his little sister. "Let's take it to him shall we?"

Daenerys sighed and picked up the glass and followed her brother around the bar. She looked up to Tyrion as she passed and he rolled his eyes at Viserys. She gave him a quick smile and looked down again.

"Don't slouch, Dany, we must look presentable." Daenerys stood tall and walked toward Drogo.

"Welcome," Viserys said throwing his arms wide to greet him. "We are so happy to have you here."

Drogo watched as she went behind the counter and got his drink; even when Viserys entered and she panicked and dropped the glass. He wondered if she had simply been startled or if there was another reason she did that. When the two walked up to him he felt a bit annoyed. They stood up so straight and proper like they were trying to say they were better than him. That annoyed anyone from Dothrak.

Dothrak was one of those places no one really wanted to be from. To put it simply, it was a ghetto. Shootouts, dog fighting, mugging, drugs and even rape were common place there. There was practically nothing and everyone was trying to get out any way they could. Despite this they held a certain pride from having lived through that sort of experience. If anyone insulted their home they immediately and without mercy beat the shit out of them. Only people from there could say anything negative about it and get away with it.

Immediately he knew that he didn't like Viserys. His voice was too girly and high pitched, he looked weak and frail which was unbecoming of a man, the way he stood and moved indicated superiority, and worst of all his smile seemed fake. Drogo detested phonies. Also Viserys had what he would describe as a squealer face. Like someone who would sell you out in prison. Of course Drogo was mostly unsure of what Viserys said, but he did catch the welcome. Working with that he assumed it was a greeting and as such held his hand out in what he knew was a common greeting and he gave...well less of a frown. Drogo didn't really smile he just sort of frowned a little less and his eyes would look less angry.

Viserys looked skeptically at the Dothraki. He pursed his lips and looked around for Jorah who hadn't come in yet. Jorah spoke Dothraki as well as a few other languages. He was supposed to come and help negotiate with the band and help them communicate since neither Viserys or Daenerys spoke the language.

"Do you speak the common tongue," Viserys said as if he were talking to an infant. Daenerys put a hand on her brother's arm.

"He's foreign, brother, not stupid," she said quietly. He shrugged her hand off forcefully and glared at her.

"I didn't ask you Dany," he growled. "Know your place." She looked down, frustrated. She held out the drink to Drogo looking up at him apologetically.

Immediately Drogo knew he was being spoken down to. His hand shake had also been rejected. Ordinarily such insults would be handled with a swift punch to the face...Viserys face was especially punchable to him that, and his tone to Dany irritated him as well. However he refrained from doing so for two reasons. The first because the band really needed this gig if they wanted to get anywhere, the second was because of the look in Daenerys eyes. One that expressed pleading and an apology as if they were saying "I'm sorry about my brother...he's an idiot. Please don't hurt him." Seeing as how he had his beer he was more inclined to agree however he did sort of glare at Viserys.

Tyrion had been watching this with great interest. "Do go on Viserys, I've heard the Dothraki are incredible fighters and I would love to witness this." He laughed at the idea of the mountain of a man called Drogo pounding on the beanpole of man Viserys. Of course that comment pissed the lanky blond off to no end, but he would never under any circumstances throw Tyrion out. No matter how large his tab got he always paid up at the end of the month. Everyone was aware that the Lannisters were the richest people in Westeros and they couldn't afford to lose such a wealthy customer. He was known to bring a few friends now in then who also had money burning a hole in their pocket.

Finally Jorah entered much to everyone's relief. Immediately he noticed Drogo and realized it was time to negotiate. He went to the back to drop off his coat and things before returning to speak with everyone. He took a seat across from Drogo and gave a small smile.

("Hello.") He asked with an even tone. This was relief to Drogo who was finally happy to hear his own language. His frown softened a bit.

("Hello.") Drogo wasn't one for pleasantries so he cut to the chase immediately. ("I like this bar. We would like to play here. What will you pay per gig?")

"What's he saying?" Viserys asked impatiently. He had things to do and was thoroughly irritated by the fact that he had to 'waste valuable time' talking to his prospective employees. Jorah sighed and looked at Viserys.

"He said he likes the bar and wants to play here." Jorah replied. "And he would like to know what the wages will be per gig." Viserys scoffed.

"Tell the brute the band starts off with $300 a night. I don't even know if they're any good yet," Viserys said, his expression almost saying 'how dare he ask, he'll get what I give him.'

"Tell him I say he gets free drinks too," Daenerys said quietly so only Jorah could hear her. Jorah nodded and turned back to Drogo.

("He says the band will be getting $300 a night for the first couple gigs. As a trial basis,") Jorah explained to Drogo, trying to word it gently as to not upset him. ("And Daenerys says you'll get free drinks.")

Daenerys waited for Drogo's response. The Dothraki language was so different from the common tongue, or Valeryian which was her native language. It was far harsher, more guttural than the languages she spoke. It was interesting though, something she would like to learn if she could. Perhaps Jorah would teach her. Perhaps Drogo... She smiled a little at the thought.

300 a night sounded pretty good to Drogo. He wasn't worried about the trial basis, they'd prove themselves soon enough. The first gig was going to be tonight anyways. He was also pleased about the free drinks and appreciatively he raised his glass to her.

("I accept.") With that said he took a celebratory drink and hoped that the male blond would leave. He seemed to be in a hurry anyways. Hopefully he'd get out of Drogo's face before he began to question if this was worth the headache.

"He says he agrees." Jorah said which was good enough for Viserys. Viserys walked away, muttering under his breath.

"Make sure he's comfortable Dany," he called over his shoulder as he walked into the back office.

"Is the drink alright?" Daenerys asked. She looked at Drogo, but spoke to Jorah to translate. She looked at Drogo, waiting for his reaction.

"Do you want another one? Something else?"

Jorah turned to Drogo.

("She wants to know if you are enjoying your drink and if you would like another or something else.")

("It's good. One of my favorites.")

He did enjoy the one he currently had but if they were going to give him free drinks then he wouldn't mind trying a few others. The specials menu was in front of him and curiously he pointed to one the called "the dragon's fire." He was sure what was in it but they lit it on fire before they served it to you and he thought that was interesting. Drogo pointed to the name on the smiled and nodded before returning to the bar.

Tyrion was now bored and took his leave along with the woman he had been talking with. As always everything was put on his tab, however he would be back later to watch The Four Horsemen play. He came for more than just the booze after all. Now that only Jorah, Drogo and Dany were left in the bar he was feeling more relaxed he asked.

("What's your names.") He very much wanted to know the name of the beautiful waitress.

Jorah smiled at his curiosity. Dany was one of the reasons they had so many patrons here at the bar. It certainly wasn't Viserys that had the customers coming in. She was so sweet to everyone and was definitely beautiful.

("My name is Jorah Mormot and she is Daenerys Targaryen,") he said. ("She is the sister of Viserys the owner.")

Daenerys Targaryen. Drogo liked the name, it rolled off the tongue and had a nice sound to it. He certainly wouldn't forget that name. Feeling it was only appropriate he introduced himself.

("I am Drogo Khal.")

Dragon's Fire was one of Dany's favorite drinks to make. And drink. She placed a saucer down on the bar and put a shot glass filled with Sambuca in the middle of the saucer. She grabbed a pint glass and poured a shot or so of Cointreau into the glass. Next she lit the Cointreau and swirled the glass until the sides are warm. As she did she beckoned for Jorah and Drogo to come over. As the approached, she poured the lit Cointreau into the shot glass, igniting the Sambuca and spilling the flaming mixture onto the saucer. While swirling the pint glass over the flames to capture the alcohol vapor, she shook some cinnamon on to the drink and then covered the shot glass with the pint glass.

It was then the two noticed Daenerys calling them over to watch her finish preparing the shot. They watched with great interest as she made it flawlessly. As Drogo and Jorah reached the bar she blew out the flames and took the pint glass off of the saucer. Quickly, she dropped a few ice cubes into the glass and immediately sealed in the alcohol vapor in with her palm. With her other hand she handed Drogo a straw as she shook the glass vigorously a few times. She motioned for Drogo to stick the straw through her fingers and suck in all the vapor before he drank the shot. Jorah handed Drogo a straw, Drogo doing as was instructed, sucking in the vapor. He shook his head before drinking the shot in one motion. It slid down his throat hot with a small burn. There was a slight cinnamon after taste as well, but overall he liked it. Nice and strong, just the way he liked it.

("Very good.") He commented.

("He likes it,") Jorah said with a chuckle. Daenerys smiled.

"I thought he might," she said, taking the glasses and setting them in the sink below the bar. "It's a drink that suits him."

"Is there anything else I can get you?" Dany asked, leaning onto the bar closer to him. From here she could smell him, it was a rough scent. She couldn't put her finger on it. It was a mixture of leather and something earthy. And just a hint of something else. It was incredibly masculine and she liked it very much. "Anything to get you settled in?"

Jorah translated everything for Drogo and he stated he was fine. When she leaned over the bar he couldn't help but look at her cleavage. Her top along with leaning over made it unable to be ignored. However he did enjoy Dany's company and he wanted to talk to her. He didn't want to get drunk this early in the day after all.

But he equally considered leaving since he was hungry and he couldn't afford the price of the food at the bar. He had also just gotten done with a shit ton of work and a long drive here from Vaes Dothrak and kind of wanted to go pass out in his van for a while. There was plenty of time before the show started. It wasn't as if he wasn't going to see Daenerys again later, he knew where to find her after all.

Besides he wasn't actually sure what to talk about with her...

So he turned to Jorah and said. ("I'm tired. I'll be back later for the gig.") With that said he gave much less of a frown towards Dany and left.

Daenerys watched Drogo leave, admiring the view from behind. Jorah chuckled at her and shook his head.

"So what do you think of him," he asked, leaning into the bar. "Not one for smiling I've noticed."

"I think... he's interesting," she replied. And really attractive and mysterious. "I've never really met anyone from Vaes Dothrak before."

"Well, I can tell you, he was far more understanding than most Dothraki," Jorah said, referring to his interactions with Viserys. Daenerys nodded. She looked towards the back where Viserys' office was. She didn't want him to find out about her interest in the band member. He wasn't too keen on her being interested in anything, but the bar and his schemes. The door was closed, Viserys couldn't hear them.

"Jorah, could you teach me Dothraki?" she asked. "Some words or phrases, so I can talk with him?"

Jorah wasn't the least bit surprised when Dany asked that of him. He had been expecting it after taking note of her interested in the Dothraki. It would be helpful if she learned some of the language. He also briefly considered the idea of teaching Drogo more common tongue, it would make things easier for him as well.

"Suppose I can do that."