"Don't you think you've had enough, Sansa?" Arya sighed, looking at her sister who seemed to be completely intoxicated.
"No," Sansa said plainly, "I haven't had enough! Another round my good sir!" Sansa banged the table thrice and the barman gave her another cup of whiskey.
Arya rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her water. All of this seemed like a never ending cycle; it was always her sister getting into a relationship, then getting dumped, then getting really drunk as she went on and on about how men are awful and how you can never trust them. Blah, blah, blah.
"Can I ask you something?" Sansa slurred, staring at her younger sister.
"Shoot"
"Is there something wrong with me?" Sansa asked, leaning in closer. Arya winced at the smell of her sister's breath.
"No, there's nothing wrong with you, sis," Arya said and Sansa slumped in her chair, taking another sip of whiskey, "You just haven't had any good experiences with men, that's all…"
"So it is my fault?"
Arya sighed again; she quickly grew bored of this conversation, she's heard it all before, "No, it's not your fault…"
Sansa made some inaudible sound with her mouth as she turned her attention to the bartender.
"You're cute" she told the young man who looked no older than twenty and he blushed.
"Ha, thanks?" he chuckled as he cleaned a glass.
"Don't worry about her," Arya said, "She's drunk, and in need of a rebound…"
The man snorted, "Don't worry," he said, "I've had plenty of those come around here. Trust me, I'm used to the fact the only compliments I ever get are from intoxicated girls…"
Arya laughed with him and turned to face her sister.
"Are you her sister?" he asked.
"Yeah" Arya shrugged.
"Will you guys be good on going home? I can call a cab if you want…"
"No, but thanks," Arya shook her head, no; "I've done this a million times now. And I'm luckily sober, so yeah, we'll be good."
"Is she all right?" the barman asked, nodding his head towards Sansa.
"I'm not quite sure…"
"Need…to…puke…badly…now…" Sansa stammered, making gagging sounds.
"Oh, erm, okay, hold on…"
Arya lifted her sister's arm and put it over her own as support. They ran to the door and Sansa then fell to the floor, puking on the cobblestone pavement.
Arya patted her sisters back, trying her best not to look at the vomit, "Yeah, let it all out…"
Sansa coughed the last of the puke and got on her feet, "Take me home so I can die…"she said, wiping the remains of puke from her mouth with her sleeve.
"Anything for you…"