The bright light of morning accosted Sansa's eyes as she cracked them open. She looked up and recognized the light grey tufted headboard of her king size bed. Thank the Gods I'm in my own bed. She heard someone snoring softly next to her. Fear clutched her chest as she covered her eyes. No no no...I couldn't possibly have... Sansa uncovered her eyes and glanced to her right. Light brown waves were spread out on the pillow next to hers. Sansa let out a relieved breath of air she had been holding. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and looked around. Their dresses and shoes were strewn all over the floor. The alarm clock next to her bed read 11:15. Her head was aching a bit, but she surprisingly did not feel that terrible. Something written on her left hand caught Sansa's eye. She squinted and looked closely at her hand. Numbers in the form of a phone number came into focus. Margaery stirred when she felt Sansa moving.

"Good morning, love." Margaery mumbled. "How do you feel?"

Sansa turned to her friend. "Better than I think I deserve." She held her hand up to Margaery. "What exactly is this?"

"Let's start by talking about what exactly you remember."

Sansa rubbed her eyes. "We were hanging out with those guys..."

"Tormund, Sandor, Beric and Thoros." Margaery said.

"Yes, and we were playing pool, we took shots...and then...the next thing I remember we were getting into a car and now we're here."

Margaery laughed and leaned up against the headboard. "Oh Sansa...first of all, you didn't get into the car. Sandor had to carry you."

Sansa snapped her head towards Margaery. "What?!"

Margaery looked at Sansa. "Unfortunately...that's not the worst part..."

Sansa rolled her eyes. "Go on...let's hear it."

"You threw up on Sandor."

"WHAT?!"

Margaery hid her face in her hands and continued laughing. "Girl, so Sandor went outside to smoke a cigarette and you said you needed some fresh air, so you went with him. Well at that point, I figured it was time for us to leave anyway, so I paid my tab and went outside to find you. I came out just in time to see you lean over and vomit all over Sandor's boots."

Sansa shook her head. "No no no, this isn't happening! Was he angry?"

Margaery shook her head. "He was actually rather doting. He held your hair back and wiped your face with a bandanna he had in his pocket. Sandor sent Tormund back inside to close your tab, He didn't want to leave you alone."

"Oh Gods, my bar tab! How much was it?"

Margaery shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, but Sandor paid it."

Sansa threw her head back on her pillow and shook it from side to side. "So I threw up on Sandor, he had to pay my bar tab, and carry me to the Uber car. Now I know there's no way this is his number."

Margaery threw back the covers and headed for the kitchen. "Ooh, but it is."

Sansa scrambled out of the bed after her. "What do you mean?"

Margaery opened the refrigerator and retrieved two Diet Cokes. She handed one to Sansa and opened the other for herself. "I mean, that's his number on your hand. When he put you in the Uber, you insisted that the driver give you a pen. You wrote your number on Sandor's hand and then he wrote his on yours. Very romantic." Margaery teased.

Sansa leaned her forehead down on the cool kitchen counter. "Well, there's no way I'll ever hear from him. If someone threw up on me, I definitely wouldn't text them the next day." She opened her can and took a few sips. The ice cold liquid burned in the most satisfying way as it settled in her stomach.

Margaery shook her head as she looked at Sansa's phone which had been discarded on the kitchen counter the night before. "I wouldn't jump to that conclusion just yet." She pushed the phone towards Sansa.

She picked it up and squinted at the screen.

"'Did you two make it home ok? -Sandor.'" Sansa read out loud. "He was just making sure we made it home." She took her phone and her drink into the living room and flopped down on the big grey sectional. Margaery curled up next to her under a blanket. Sansa pulled part of the blanket over onto her legs. "Those scars on his face though..." Her voice trailed off.

Margaery clasped Sansa's hand in hers. "Now now...didn't you just last night tell me that 'looks don't matter? Remember? When we were talking about Ros and Pod? Even with the scars, he's rather good looking. Especially with the scars."

Sansa absentmindedly ran her fingers through the fringe that trimmed the blanket. "It doesn't matter anyway. He wasn't into me. Not like that." She raised her phone to unlock it.

"What are you doing?" Margaery demanded.

"I'm deleting his text."

Margaery snatched the phone from her hands. "Oh no you don't!" She turned her back to Sansa. A minute later, she handed the phone back to her friend. Sansa looked at the screen and saw that Margaery had saved his number as 'Sandor' with a black heart Emoji next to it. Margaery jumped to her feet when she heard her own phone ringing from the bedroom. Sansa heard her purr a hello as she answered it. While Margaery was giggling and talking in the bedroom, Sansa debated on texting Sandor back. Against her better judgement, she opened the conversation and started typing.

'Yes, we made it back fine. Thank you for everything. Margaery told me you paid my tab. Please let me know how much I owe you. Sooo sorry about your boots. I'll pay to have them cleaned.'

Before Sansa could change her mind, she hit the send button. Margaery entered the living room and threw herself down next to Sansa.

"You and I are going out again tonight."

Sansa shook her head. "Absolutely not...I couldn't possibly again-"

Margaery cut her off. "No no, it will be very low-key. Tormund's band is playing at The Green Dragon and he's asked if we would like to come watch."

Sansa sighed. "Will Sandor be there?" She asked, trying to hide the hopeful tone in her voice.

"I don't know, he didn't say." Sansa's phone alerted her to an incoming text. The girls both looked at the screen. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" She smirked playfully.

'Glad to hear it. Don't worry about the tab, and don't worry about the boots. They've had worse on them lol. Planning on going out again tonight?'

Sansa typed her reply. 'Your friend Tormund has invited Margaery to watch his band play tonight. She's trying to talk me into going. Will you be there to watch?' Sansa's heart involuntary raced as she waited for a reply.

'No, I'm busy tonight, won't be there to watch.'

"Well, what did he say?" Margaery asked.

"He says he's busy tonight."

Margaery stuck her lower lip out. "Well that's too bad. Will you come with me anyway?" Sansa groaned and laid her head on the arm of the sectional. "Pleeeaaassseee?"

Sansa rolled her eyes. "Oh alright...but I am not taking any shots!"

Margaery bounced up and down on the couch in excitement. "Well then, I have some preparing to do! Come down to my apartment later and help me pick out an outfit! Tormund is in a rock band, so I have to look edgy."

"Edgy?" Sansa repeated, mockingly.

"Yes! I think I might like him! He's not really like any man I've dated before! And his beard..." Margaery feigned fainting on the couch. Sansa giggled at her friend's excitement.

"I've got some errands to run, Margaery. What time do you want me to meet you?"

Margaery pursed her lips together and thought. "Well the band starts playing at six...meet me about four?"

Sansa nodded her head. Margaery squealed with excitement and kissed her friend's cheek before gathering her things to go home.

Sansa spent part of her afternoon at the gym in her apartment complex. She channeled her embarrassment of last night on the treadmill. She couldn't decide how she felt about Sandor, but she thought for sure he did not want to see her again, especially after he told her he would not be attending his friend's concert. If he had wanted to see me again, he would have offered to meet me tonight, she reasoned to herself. Once she was satisfied that she had run off all the beer she had drank at The Tipsy Goat, she walked down the street to Ulta and spend the rest of the afternoon testing new lipstick colors. Maybe I could look edgy tonight too. She settled on a dark wine colored lip stain that the makeup consultant assured her would look stunning with her hair color. Back in her apartment, Sansa pawed through her clothes, trying to figure out what would look appropriate for a rock concert. Sansa liked rock music, but more of the alternative variety. She preferred trendy pop music, but figured it might be good to branch out a bit. Once she was showered and fresh, she tried on outfit after outfit, none of which amused her. "It's not like Sandor will be there to impress, anyway." Sansa grumbled to herself. She settled on a pair of ripped dark wash jeans and an oversized black crop top that revealed her midsection. She slipped her feet into her black wedges and packed her makeup bag to take downstairs to Margaery's apartment.

Margaery greeted Sansa as she entered her friend's bathroom. Like Sansa, Margaery favored light colored interiors. But unlike Sansa, whose apartment was decorated in a shabby chic style, Margaery had opted for a more sleek, modern feel.

"You look hot." Margaery complimented Sansa's outfit choice.

Sansa looked down and tugged at the top. "Thanks." She muttered. "I need some earrings. Do you have any burgundy ones, to match my new lipstick?"

"I'm sure I do, look in my jewelry box."

Sansa chose a pair of dark red chandelier earrings with black crystals. Margaery did Sansa's makeup and then her own. Margaery shadowed her eyes dark and winged her eyeliner longer than usual. It did make her look a bit more edgy.

"Ok, love...I have narrowed it down to two outfits." Margaery entered her closet to change.

"Only two? Whenver you meet a new man you usually have several more to choose from." Sansa teased.

Margaery came back into the bathroon wearing an emerald green strapless top that hung loose around her midsection. She had on black skinny jeans and green pumps that matched her top. "This one...or..." She reached back into the closet and pulled out a tan sweater dress and held up brown suede over the knee high heel boots. "...this one?"

Sansa shook her head. "I like what you're wearing now."

Margaery grinned and threw the sweater dress and boots back into her closet. Margaery eyed Sansa, who was frowning to herself in the mirror. "Are you bummed Sandor won't be there to watch tonight?"

Sansa shrugged and made a face. "No, not really I guess."

Unconvinced, Margaery cocked her head to side and narrowed her eyes.

Sansa ran her fingers through her straight red hair. "Ok, maybe a little. I haven't heard anything else from him today."

Margaery positioned her crossbody purse on her hip and put her hands on Sansa's shoulders. "Well you and I will have a good time anyway." She smiled.

One glass of wine and a fifteen minute Uber ride later, the girls were seated at a table near the stage at The Green Dragon. This bar had an industrial feel, with brick walls and exposed duct work. Strings of lights crisscrossed the ceiling. The stage was set up with drums, a keyboard, and two guitars. Sansa wondered which one Tormund played. The girls ordered some cheeseburgers and a pitcher of Michelob Ultra, which was really the only beer Sansa cared to drink. "What's this band's name, anyway?" Sansa asked Margaery.

"Midnight Envy." Margaery replied.

"Midnight Envy..." Sansa echoed. She reached into her purse and checked her phone.

"Nothing from Sandor?"

Sansa shook her head.

Margaery patted her hand. "Awe cheer up, darling. You'll see him again."

The lights dimmed a bit and the crowd that had gathered in The Green Dragon clapped and whistled.

Tormund strutted on stage and threw his hands up in the air, which stirred the crowd louder. "Thank you, thank you for coming out tonight folks! We're Midnight Envy!" He picked up his guitar and turned an outstretched hand towards the rest of the band members who were making their way on stage. Thoros sat down behind the drum set. Beric stepped up behind the keyboard. Sansa almost spit out her beer when she saw who was picking up the other guitar. Sandor Clegane, dressed in ripped jeans and a tight white t-shirt was slipping the strap of the bass guitar around his massive shoulders.