Arya Stark hated parties. And you know what she hated as well? Costumes! Grown men and women dressed up to be more precise. Oh and alcohol, she hated alcohol as well so how do you think she was holding up in the wee hours of the night, in a costume party filled with alcohol? Pure hatred and pride, that's how. She willingly left the comfort of her home (freaking movie night alone with her father), allowed her sister to play dress up with her and drove along her obnoxious friends all the way up to Highgarden to a birthday party all because a stupid blue eyed boy with a cape… Oh and Gendry Waters. Arya Stark hated Gendry Waters.
"Drink"—Ygritte said handing Arya her third, or was it her fourth drink of the night? It didn't matter. The cocktails stopped tasting like detergent hours ago and the alcohol was starting to numb the conversation around her. She kept on drinking waiting for it to finally mess up her vision. Especially of all the women surrounding the cape crusader.
"Uhm… don't you think you guys should stop drinking?"—Myrcella asked with caution making them scoff. Ygritte answered for her, Arya was too busy mentally stabbing people.
"Well we tried to engage intelligent conversation about the oil crisis resulting in the down of various markets but someone shouted beer pong and we were left alone"—
"Don't be a smarty pants Grit, I mean; Arya can barely stand on her own"—
"Of course she can."—Ygritte said shoving Arya with her leg. "You ain't plastered aren't ya Stark? The blood of the First Men runs through your veins. A couple of frozen margaritas aren't going to bring you down!"-
Thankfully Arya was half leaning against a couch so she didn't fall "Yeah, yeah, no no… I'm good" She said absentmindedly looking at how Jeyne Poole was grabbing and putting her hand around Gendry's biceps. And what was the bastard doing? He was laughing. "Bastard" She muttered downing her drink and asking for another one earning a 'good girl' remark from Ygritte.
"So uhm…"—
"For fuck's sake Cella, say what you want to say!"—Arya snapped instantly regretting it. If she could save one of Sansa's friends from a burning building she would save Myrcella. She was sweet, innocent and had heaven secured after having to endure having Joffrey Baratheon as a brother. She grabbed the beer Ygritte gave her and held it to her forehead. "I'm sorry Cella, I'm just really out of my element"
The blond girl instantly relaxed after her apology "That's ok. I understand. It's not my scene either. I'm glad you came, other than your sister I really don't know anyone else"—She said looking at her feet trying to tug her skirt down. Arya had given up after the first hour.
"That's not true. You know my brother" Arya said making her blush.
"Yeah, Jon. Of course. I already said hi"—
Ygritte belted her laugh followed by another push "Hahahaha yeah right. Don't play games girly cuz you ain't after my Jon. You're after the Ginger, you know; the one you've been eyefucking all night"—
"Ygritte!"—Both girls yelled. Myrcella out of embarrassment and Arya really not wanting to know about Robb fucking someone even if it was in a visual manner. Ygritte just kept on laughing sprawled in the couch.
"I just… I feel so out of place."—Myrcella muttered.
"Then why did you come?" Arya asked actually curious. Although a key member of a high society family; Myrcella was actually quite shy and chose to ignore the spotlight. Her first years were homeschooled and Arya knew for a fact that against her mother's wishes she convinced her father to let her go to an all-girls school in Dorne. She rarely came back even in holidays.
"Moral support"—Myrcella replied making Arya scoff seeing that they were all alone at the party. She sighed nursing her untouched drink "It's the family annual get-together were Dad is normally drunk, Uncle Stannis doesn't even pick up the phone and Uncle Renly barely spends 5 minutes before he leaves. Gendry would be alone and I know how much he hates it"— Yeah, that was also why Arya liked Myrcella. She liked Gendry. She treated him like family and not an outsider. Even if she hated him right now Arya still wanted the best for the overgrown idiot. Arya just nodded and swayed to whatever music was being played.
"Why are you here?"—Myrcella asked.
"For the intelligent conversation?" Arya replied as the heard Theon challenge everyman in attendance to a dick off. She really didn't want to know what the meant. The both laughed as Myrcella linked her arms with hers.
"Well, I'm glad you're here. I was surprised when Sansa said you were coming and I think you look beautiful tonight"—
"She doesn't look beautiful. She looks fucking hot"—Ygritte said smacking Arya's ass. I wasn't the first time of the night so by now Arya didn't even bother to scold her.
"Yeah well… Girl Power!" Arya cringed at her own words. She drank her beer in a matter of seconds as the birthday girl sashed her way towards Gendry. What a load of bull! Arya didn't look hot, she looked like a minor dressed in kinky clothes so she could be sold in the human trafficking business. Margaery Tyrell dressed as Catwoman was hot!
Sit down and listen as to why Arya was here to begin with. Let's start with last summer when Arya finally had her first kiss. It was during their summer vacation with the Baratheon's at their beach house. She will never look at the sea without thinking about Gendry's blue eyes looking at her, zeroing on her lips. The smell of salty water from his lips as he kissed her after swimming all day at the bay… she would also never forget the sound of the waves crushing into the rocks because it was similar to the sound of her heart breaking when Gendry stumbled back and told her it was a mistake. How can a kiss so incredible (not like she had any experience) be a mistake? She had heard a lot from Sansa and seen love at first hand everyday with her parents to know what love was. Yes she was young, yes he was also; somewhat old for her yadda yadda BUT she always trusted her gut. Gendry wanted her as much as she wanted him. The age was always going to be a factor but now that Arya was a few days eighteen years old that would surely change wouldn't it?
She played it cool for a whole year. Acting casual whenever she saw him which was really easy seeing as Gendry was avoiding her like the plague but still there was that gut feeling that made her catch Gendry looking at her when he thought she wasn't aware. So when Sansa knocked on her door asking her if she wanted to come with to Margaery's birthday party she said yes because she knew Gendry would be there and she would see him, seduce him, bed him and own him by the end of the night… at least that was how she saw it happening in her head. The problem was that in her head she wasn't wearing a blue wig and half naked.
When Sansa told her she was going for a group theme for the costumes Arya didn't think it would be bad, I mean Ygritte had also agreed to dress up so why worry? Wrong, dead wrong. One of Sansa's many boyfriends; Pod something, got her hooked on Japanese anime. Pod was no longer around but the anime's stayed, specifically her love for Sailor Moon. Arya had checked it out, surprised to learn it was funny and ignoring the idiot lead it actually had a very good message for young girls about love, self-worth and friendship. The real problem came with the costumes. Bright, little sailor costumes complete with knee high boots, tiaras and wigs. Sansa was the scout leader Sailor Moon, recruiting Myrcella and Jeyne Poole as Sailor Venus and Sailor Mars respectively. Ygritte was Sailor Jupiter and apparently her short hair made Arya perfect for Sailor Mercury. To say they were cat called and visually undressed when they arrived is redundant but hey, a means to an end right? They were little but she had boobs, Sansa gave her a push up bra to make sure she showed her goods and years of track gave her pretty impressive legs, surely Gendry would notice that? Wrong, yet again dead wrong.
When they arrived Arya thanked the Old Gods and the New that she was the last to get out of the car and that there was a line of people to get inside the party. From a few feet away she saw Gendry greet them at the main entrance. Blue eyes, dark hair, chiseled jaw, muscles that muscles made him a clear option to be the perfect Superman although Ygritte made a good case of spraying him with green paint to be the Hulk… anyway Arya swore that the way he walked made it feel like he was flying. His cape waved with the wind and his voice bounced around the walls for all to hear. "What the fuck are you wearing?!" He growled taking his cape off and putting it around his little sister. Myrcella pleaded that it was just for fun and even came to spend some time with him 'see? Even Arya is dressed up' Myrcella piped up making Gendry notice her beside the car. His costume must really be out of this world giving him super speed because he was next to her in the blink of an eye, dragged her over his shoulder not before covering her with Jon's cape who was dressed as Batman. That was the last time she heard or talked to him so that brings us to the present. With Gendry being dragged to the dance floor by Margaery Tyrell.
Arya kept on drinking. This time Ygritte gave her a mojito. She was soooooo not going to function in the morning but fuck it. She was staying with Jon and Ygritte so she could nurse her hangover/death peacefully. Right now she just wanted to stash away her hopes of even snagging Gendry. He was in his senior year at Kings Landing University while she was a seven; (sorry, it's still new) eighteen year old girl, still living with her parents. She wasn't worldly enough; for the first time she regretted not wanting to leave Winterfell and well, she wasn't pretty. Her father telling her she was the most beautiful girl in the world did not count when no one had asked her out her entire time in high school. Nop, it was just a dream. Her gut must have some kind of bug and was acting out.
Myrcella was still by her side, mopping around looking towards the kitchen. Arya decided that at least someone deserved to have a great night. She took out her phone.
Oh Brother of mine… AS*
Sup Baby Sis? RB* Robb immediately texted her back.
Myrcella is here. Why aren't you next to her deciding names for my future nephews? AS* No response.
Don't be a pussy Robb. I've know you've liked her since forever. She likes you back. Strap on some balls and come here! AS* Still no response. More than 15 minutes had passed when her phoned beeped again.
What about her boyfriend? RS*
"Yo Cella. What happened with that guy you were seeing back at Dorne?" She vaguely remembered Gendry telling her that he had met him and thought he was a bit odd… Renly odd.
"Trystane? Ugh, totally gay. I wasn't even attracted to him. He just had really good taste in clothes"—
A sword swallower through and through AS* she texted back. Seconds later Robb came walking through the crowd making girls (and guys) do double takes dressed as Captain America. Myrcella was the one who ended up on the floor making Robb grab her at the last minute.
"Hey are you ok? Let's go outside, fresh air will clear you head"—He said but poor Myrcella had it so bad she couldn't even speak. Arya rolled her eyes as Robb lead the way outside while she sat back with Ygritte.
"Those two will need some help figuring out what goes where"—
"You know not everything is about sex Grit. And besides, Robb isn't exactly a virgin. I'm sure he knows the basics"
"Yeah but love messes up your brain. We don't function with the person we love. There always has to be one of the two with a functional brain. Take Jon for example. He knows nothing. He would be lost without me and we would never have sex. He would be content reading bloody poetry to me all day"—
"You two bump uglies like raging rabbits"
"True… but only after I practically clover his head like a caveman. Maybe you should try it."—
"Ewwww sex with my brother? You are drunk!" Arya grimaced taking Ygritte's drink away only to have her yell at someone and having new drinks in front of both of them in a matter of seconds. This time it was a couple of shots of Jack.
"No… violence. Violence aimed at the ones we love. Taking what is yours. Maybe there is a bat made of kryptonite somewhere"—
"Ygritte…" Arya warned her and the redhead actually softened her features. Gritt was cool, the best person for her best brother and the sister she always wanted. She was the only one who knew Arya had been in love with Gendry for years.
They both downed their shots and scooted back to the couch. Ygritte slobbering and licking her face making Arya laugh. Yes, she was drunk. They both were.
"Yeah well… fuck him. You can do better than that"—Ygritte said gesturing towards Gendry. He was standing near the dance floor still talking to a very touchy feely Catwoman. "I mean yeah, his ass seems from out of this world and yup, that eight pack is not printed in the suit but… ok, no. Keep drinking and we'll find a rebound guy for you"—
"Why are you urging my baby sister to drink and why does she need a rebound guy?"—Jon said plopping down next to them. Naturally Ygritte climbed on his lap.
"Sister! No longer baby. And she needs a rebound guy to forget the douche that doesn't want her"—Arya flinched but covered it up.
"She'll always be my baby sister"—Jon said messing up Arya's wig. "But tell me more about this douche. Do I have to punch someone?"—
"Have I told you I'm not wearing any underwear?"—Ygritte said wisely distracting Jon from the Gendry topic. It's not like it was going to happen so why poke Jon's uber big brother issues?. After a while Ygritte and Jon entered their weird relationship cloud and forgot about Arya. She decided to leave the minute they started to make out and Grit asked Jon to take her to the bat cave.
Ok… she really was drunk. The minute Arya sat up the world started spinning. She headed towards the kitchen. That was the last time she was Sansa but after bumping into several people and walls she didn't find her. She did however find her friend the Wonder Woman standing a little bit too close to Iron Man.
"You look weird with black hair" Arya blurted out making Jaime Lannister laugh.
"And you look positively smashed Stark"—He said flicking her nose instantly annoying her.
"Arya? Are you alright? How many drinks have you had?"—Brienne asked making her sit on a nearby stool, giving her a glass of water.
"I'm not drunk, just really tired. Have you guys seen my sister? I'm ready to go home" Arya said making them both flinch.
"Sorry Arry. We just saw Sansa leave with Sandor a while ago. Do you want me to take you back home myself?"—Brienne asked but she was interrupted by some other chick. She excused herself quickly but said she would be right back.
"I will pay you one hundred dollars to not allow Brienne to take you home"-
"I'm not an idiot Jaime… and I'm also not a cockblock. I know you guys have something weird going on between you. I was just looking for Sansa to take me back over to Jon's. It's ok, I can take a cab."
"You are not taking a cab Arya. You're drunk"—
"I told you. I'm not drunk. Just tired!" that was the translation. When she spoke it really came out like 'I tolz yus. Not drank. Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiredered'
"Ok, bedtime. Let's go Arya"—Brienne said as she returned making Jaime pout.
"I can take her" They all turned their heads towards the kitchen door.
"AEGON!" Ok, she really reaaaaaaaaaally was drunk. Arya threw herself into Aegon Targaryen's arms making him laugh, hugging her in return.
"It's ok. I got her."—Brienne hesitated and Aegon noticed. "I'm family"—He corrected searching and nodding to his half-brother in the living room. Jon nodded back and gave him a chin lift.
"Just text me when you get home ok?" Brienne said but by now Arya was half asleep.
'Let her go, Aegon is Jon's brother'—
'She's still drunk and barely responsive. We shouldn't leave her alone with him'—
'If you think that Arya Stark is going to leave Highgarden with a man that isn't Super then you're also drunk. Tell me Lady Tarth are you that kind of girl that gets a little naughty when they've had a couple of drinks…'-
Arya could hear Brienne bickering with Jaime but soon the sound was far, far away along with the beat of the music and overall party scene. She felt cold, fresh breeze surrounding her and snuggled closer to her pillow. She froze.
"Aegon?"—She didn't dare to open her eyes so she heard his laughter and felt his chest moving under her. "I'm sitting all over you aren't I?"
"Yes, but I'm not complaining" He laughed some more. She opened her eyes but the world was still spinning. Aegon lulled her like a baby while he maneuvered her body in the back seat of his car. It was impossible not to ask what was she doing there and what was he doing there as well.
"You kind of blacked out on me. I don't see any purse on you so unless you wanted me to search inside your little sailor uniform for the key for Jon's apartment I decided to wait for the party to end. As for our current situation I was laying you down in the backseat when you dragged me down with you and began to snore"—
"I don't snore!" She retorted making Aegon smirk.
"No… but you do drool. I'm sending you my cleaner's bill. This is my favorite tie."
Aegon was… yeah. Aegon was different. She felt safe with him but he wasn't exactly a brother like Jon. About three years ago they found out that Jon wasn't their father's bastard but Raeghar Targaryen's son with their late Aunt Lyanna. The secret was kept safe because of heavy money issues but in the end it all worked out. Jon gained a whole new family and actually took the Stark name after his mother. Aegon was cool. He was a couple of years older than Jon but he was easygoing and always had an interest in Arya. Sansa told her that Aegon had a thing for her but she ignored it probably too busy obsessing over Gendry and also because Aegon looked like a GQ model.
"Who are you supposed to be? James Bond?" Arya asked in the dark of the night. If someone were to walk over they would confuse them for a loving couple wanting for some privacy. Aegon parked his car far from the others and the stars above gave them a relaxed, romantic vibe. Aegon smiled.
"Thank you for the complement, making me feel so debonair but no, it's just a suit. I was at a dinner party for my Aunt when Jon texted me he was here so I decided to stop by. Now… you wanna tell me what exactly are you wearing?"—
"I'm a sailor scout"
"And what's that supposed to mean?"—
"It means that I fight for love and justice"
"And you can't do that with more clothes? Jon must have had a heart attack when he saw you"—
"Jon is too busy with Ygritte to notice me"—She pouted making Aegon smile.
"Every man around you Arya Stark, blood related or not is going to notice you dressed like that"—
"You're just saying that because Jon is your brother"
"No my Little Wolf. I shouldn't be saying this because Jon is my brother"—He said with a tenderness in his voice Arya had never heard of. It was dark outside, the light of the stars their only guide. Arya was sprawled over him, Aegon had taken his suit jacket and had covered her with it. Her hands were over his chest while his were in her back caressing her.
"Your eyes are strange" She said itching closer to his face. His purple eyes blackening the closer she got.
"And yours are mesmerizing"—He said whispering to her face. Why was everything so quiet suddenly? Arya bit her lip while Aegon licked his. "Jon is going to kill me for this…"—he said closing what little space was left between their faces.
Suddenly the car door was yanked open and Aegon was no longer under her. He was actually a couple of meters away gasping for air while Gendry hovered inside the car taking her in his arms.
"Are you ok? Are you alright? Did he touch you? Can you walk? Do you want to lay down?"—Gendry fired question after question making the world spin again.
"I'm not a sex offender Waters. I was just waiting for you to arrive"—Aegon said standing up and dusting off his clothes. Ugh?
"And you had to do it in the backseat of your car all over her?"—Gendry growled taking Arya out of the car. He was a far better pillow than Aegon. Arya wrapped her little arms and legs around his super suit making the spandex squeak. She started to giggle. Shit; Gendry muttered cradling her face in his arms. "Arry how drunk are you?"—
"I can manipulate water and create mist and fog" She beamed at him. His dimples… Gods, his dimples… "Can I lick your dimples?" she asked making both Gendry and Aegon groan.
"You so don't deserve her Waters"—
"As opposed to you Targaryen? Thanks for taking care of her but I got her now. Fuck off"—
"Really? You're doing a stellar job seeing how drunk she is"—
"Hey, I'm not drunk. I'm tired!" Arya protested. If she wasn't indeed so drunk she would have actually ignored the testosterone battle in front of her but yeah, she was officially drunk… "Gendry, take me to bed"
"Let's get you home Arry. I got you"— She must have blacked out again or she was in the verge of doing so because conversations were difficult to hear again.
'What the hell did you give her?'—
'Nothing! Jesus, we were just drinking at the party. That's what normal people do'—
'You're a functional alcoholic. I preferred if you showed some restraint serving drinks to a young girl'—
'Just because you're my man's brother don't mean I can't punch that pretty little face of yours Targ.'—
'Grit? Egg? Just drop it ok?! Let's go home'—
'And why does he have to take her?'—
'Because I brought my bike and I can't exactly take both her and Ygritte with me'—
'So? I'll take her!'—
'The hell you are!' In her haze Arya felt a warm presence surrounding her. She cuddled back.
'Whatever. I'll call her myself in the morning'—someone shouted. A door was slammed and a car was heard driving away.
'You really fucked up tonight Gendry!'—
'Me? I stayed out of site all night! Point the accusing finger to your girlfriend!'—
'Me? How am I to blame? I'm all for Arya to get some good loving'—
'Babe just… let's just all go home. Call me once you get there'—
'Sure thing'—
'Gendry? No funny business'
'Of course, because getting my hands on your sister under Eddard Stark roof is the perfect plan to end my life'—
'Don't think because it's all out in the open that you're in the clear.'—
'Yeah, yeah… see you tomorrow Stark'—
'You have to admit that they look pretty cute together'—
'Grit? Really not helping right now…'—
"Let take you home baby…"-
