Robb didn't realise how long he'd been sat in the pub with Jon until his dad walked in with Arya in tow. She had taken Ned's red and white scarf, the colours of his team Sheffield Utd,though she was so small it was almost dragging along the ground.
He would have usually brought Bran too but he's been ill recently so Cat probably convinced him it wasn't the best idea.

As soon as he walked into the place he was almost swamped by people saying hello to him. Ned was a popular man and the fact that Stark Construction Ltd had been doing well and bringing jobs in for lots of people only made him even more popular. Arya ran
straight over to Robb and Jon, taking the seat next to Jon of course. 'How'd you play today kiddo?' Jon asked as he tussled her hair. 'I scored 2 goals, more than anyone else!' 'That's not bad at all but when I was your age I was scoring 3 every game'.
Robb said giving a sly look to Jon. 'No you weren't, daddy says you were rubbish!' Arya's exclamation made Jon laugh as hard as Robb had ever seen him laugh.

Ned finally made his way over to their table. 'Lads. How long have you been here?' He nodded towards the empty pint glasses that had begun to pile up. 'Not too long, since about 3 I think. I'm just gonna go for a piss' Robb replied. 'Don't talk like that
in front of your little sister' Ned replied in his always stern tone. 'It's ok daddy, all the boys on the team were saying worse than that today. Words like fuck'. Ned couldn't help but smile at that.

Robb didn't actually realise how drunk he was until he stood up. He wobbled a little then made his way toward the bathroom in the back. He saw a couple of girls walk past him and then lean in and talk to each other. He began to think about maybe trying
to pull tonight but he still felt shitty about Jeyne so he wasn't really in the mood. When he walked into the bathroom he saw the was a few lads in Leeds colours, the team that his dad's team were playing tonight. He ignored them and went to the closest
stall. He went over to go wash his hands when one of them asked what team it was he supported 'Sheffield me pal' Robb answered while washing his hands. 'Ah right. You should be careful then.' The man mustn't have been any older than 25 but he
was balding. He barged into Robb as he walked out. 'Fuck sake man' Robb said to himself.