So this chapter was a little weird. I had a hard time picking a song and then I wasn't sure where it was going.
The song is Get Lucky by Daft Punk. This is a suitable song to play at a bar while friends share secrets, right?
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Chapter Three: Get Lucky
"Congratulations on surviving the Stag for a whole week," Margaery exclaimed, raising her margarita glass in toast. Sansa laughed and raised her white wine to clink it against her friend's.
"It wasn't too bad," Sansa confessed. "Joffrey was too distracted by the merger with Oberyn to really give me any attention. Although Cersei dropped in to hint –not too subtly, I might add –that I was going to be a permanent addition to the GSH family. That was terrifying. She's like some sort of predator, trying to sink her claws into me."
"Cersei is a real piece of work. But wouldn't you be if your daddy was one of the most powerful men in the business world, had trained you in all things related to the running of the company and then refused to let you inherit? When Tywin Lannister announced that he was leaving Jaime the company, I thought Cersei was going to murder him on the spot." She took a healthy gulp of her drink.
"Well, I'm going to steer clear of her. She looks at me like I'm what's for dinner." Sansa shuddered and Margaery giggled.
"And what about her brother," Margaery asked with an exaggerated eye brow lift. The margarita was kicking in.
"If you're referring to Tyrion, my opinion remains the same. He is irresponsible, unprofessional, inappropriate and presumptuous."
"Inappropriate? You must be talking about me," a voice said behind her. She turned and grinned, flinging herself into the strong arms of the man behind her.
"Renly, you don't give yourself enough credit," Margaery teased. Renly laughed, releasing Sansa.
"You've grown since last I saw you," he exclaimed.
"You still look the same. How was Los Angeles? Did you dine with the stars and break hearts?" Renly snorted.
"Hardly. Though six months in the sun has improved my tan."
"Why don't you tell her about your date with Kate Moss," Loras said, coming behind Renly. "She spent all evening trying to convince him to go straight."
"Hardly, darling. I gave her lips for her fashion line."
"What are you two doing here," Sansa asked, gesturing for them to sit.
"We have dinner reservations in an hour," Loras explained. "But enough about us. Tell us how your first week was at my company."
"Fine. Although…"
"What," Renly asked, eager for any gossip she could provide.
"I keep feeling…suspicious. There are obvious inconsistencies and cover ups but whoever did it is too good to leave anything that would lead to getting caught. As soon as I think I've figured it out, it slips away."
"Good luck trying to find it, Sansa. We've gone through four CFOs when they got too inquisitive into the company."
"It's not right," Sansa said.
"Never mind the business talk," Margaery complained. "Tell them about your new fan."
"What's this," Renly asked curiously. "I thought you were too busy to date?"
"I am. Margaery's exaggerating."
"I am not! It's Tyrion Lannister," she told her brother and brother-in-law dramatically.
"It is not. I find him annoying and infuriating."
"Not to mention everyone in his family are world class worms," Loras added. "Well, Jaime's not too bad."
"It doesn't matter. I am not attracted to him."
"She thinks he's a conundrum," Margaery stage whispered.
"Will you shut up," Sansa said through a laugh, pushing at her friend. "He made it a point to talk to me every single day this week," she explained to the men. "He'd ask how I was doing or just to let me know what the cafeteria was serving. It was awkward. I'm here to work. I'm not here to make friends. And I'm definitely not here to be hit on by a man who got caught sneaking four women out of his office during his lunch hour." Renly roared with laughter while Loras slapped his knee, trying to catch his breath. "What is so funny?"
"Oh Sansa, hasn't anyone told you about Tyrion Lannister," Loras wheezed.
"What about him?"
"His father never really got on board with the reality that his son was a dwarf. It doesn't matter that Tyrion is twice the man his grandson is, let alone anyone else he considers 'esteemed'. Anyways, Tyrion always got the crap position in the company. He would rise above that and make it better. Finally, his mother convinced Tywin to let him be Lionheart's liaison at GSH. It was supposed to make up for the fact that Joanna couldn't stop Tywin from paying Tyrion's wife to divorce him. But what really makes up for that?"
"Wait, Tywin Lannister paid Tyrion's wife to divorce him?"
"Yeah. He didn't approve of her… former profession."
"Which was?"
"She was a Vegas showgirl," Renly said seriously. "You can imagine how Daddy Lannister felt about that. Ever since then, Tyrion gets a lot of visits from her former colleagues. They like him, try to keep him updated on what she's doing. It's been years since that happened but poor Tyrion hasn't ever gotten over it."
"So he's not sleeping with a boat load of women at the office?"
"Not at all. But there's very little his job requires him to do. It leaves plenty of time for the mind to wander. This is probably why he's taken such an interest in you. Someone has to be there for you and no one's got as much time as him." Sansa reconsidered her impression of the man. She'd had all of one conversation with the man and assumed that she knew everything about him. He had warned her that the company she was at was poison, to run. He'd made an effort, gone out of his way even, to make her feel like she had someone to turn to for help or support. He'd been courteous and friendly to her and she felt ashamed for treating him coldly. She had judged him without giving him the opportunity to make a good first impression. Had she been so determined not to like anyone on her first day that she had really seen only bad qualities in the one person attempting to be her friend?
"I think I've misjudged him," she muttered while Margaery laughed and Renly and Loras shared knowing smiles.
It seemed there was more to Tyrion Lannister than she had thought.
