***WARNING: NOT FOR JC SHIPPERS.

Margaery gasped when she saw a familiar figure storming out of the club's ladies' room. Cersei Lannister.

Brienne went in there about ten minutes ago and hasn't come out since, so Margaery started worrying. People haven't really treated Brienne well, but Cersei's treatment of her is a whole different level of hell. And Brienne never took that long in the washroom, so Margaery quickly got up to check on her.

Before she reached the ladies' though, the door opened once again, and Brienne wobbled out, beet red and fidgety all over, her hair and dress messier than usual, and one shoe missing.

"Brienne!" Margaery called as she half-ran to her. "Gods! Did Cersei hurt you?"

Brienne shook her head but Margaery still checked her face, chest and arms for scratches or any indication that she was hurt.

There were none, but for one.

A hickey.

"Brienne?" she gasped. "You and Cersei? I thought you don't swing that way."

Brienne coughed. "What?!"

Before Margaery could misunderstand any further, the ladies' room door opened once again.

Jaime Lannister came out, shirt wrongly buttoned, looking around while holding Brienne's other shoe.