Beauty - Part 3 Vol. 2 (or stairs are hard!)
Mrs. Stark
October 31st 2006
She hated herself for staring but couldn't help it. She never understood how other women could be mesmerized by jewelery, like a crow with a shiny object, but now she sat on the couch looking at it. The white gold wrapped around her finger and contained two stones, one a ruby and the other a purple amethyst, both held in conjoining bezel settings. She moved her left hand around, and loved the way light would reflect off the red and purple. She traced her fingers along the ring and felt a stupid smile spread over her face.
"Want some more?" she heard Gendry ask from the kitchen.
She looked down to her half empty wine glass and answered, "nah, I'm good," and proceeded to continue stroking her 'precious.'
"Well, I am not," Gendry said with a snort, walking out with another glass of red wine, and she smiled at him. They had just finish a scrumptious ravioli dinner with some garlic bread. Of course, all Arya had to do was boil some cheese stuffed noodles and put a package of bread into the oven, but it was progress.
"Good dinner," Gendry said, sitting next to her on the couch. They had gotten the new couch earlier that day, and were very glad they had it delivered. It sat in the middle of the large living room, next to the recliner Gendry got for his birthday, and next to the new bookshelves Arya got at Christmas. It was much more comfortable than the old couch, which was now stored in their guest bedroom with their old bookshelves. She loved to be able to look to her side and view her ever growing collection of books.
Gendry sat next to her, sipping his wine, and he tried to subtly move his right hand behind his head to rub his sore neck . She rolled her eyes at his silliness and said, "neck rub," then pointed to the ground in front of her.
"You don't need to. I'm okay," Gendry replied, not looking into her gray eyes.
"Hey," she sternly said to get his attention and flipped some of her dark brown hair out of her face, "I wasn't asking," she ordered.
"Fine," he said, then took another sip of his wine and placed it on a coaster on the coffee table. He got up and moved to the floor in front of Arya, who remained on the couch. He maneuvered his body between her legs as Arya moved her hands to his neck, opening them wide and applying pressure with her thumbs in small circles. "Mhm," Gendry moaned at the sensation as a satisfied smile came across Arya's face.
"What was that?" Arya sarcastically asked as she pushed her thumbs harder onto his neck. "I couldn't make that out."
"I think you enjoy this more than I do," Gendry said, leaning back.
"I do. You're always so in control," Arya whispered into his ear, then moved her hands to his back. Gendry popped his head up and began to laugh.
"What?" Arya asked at his unexpected outburst.
"You have told me something like that before," he answered and continued to chuckle.
"I have?" she asked, not knowing what he was talking about.
"I doubt you would remember. It was three years ago and you were in a very interesting place." Arya thought on that for a moment until it fully dawned on her.
"Fuck, did I say that at Whiskey Dicks?" she answered, omitting some details of the situation.
"Yes, you told me that in the men's bathroom at Whiskey Dicks." Gendry said, and turned his head around to look at her blushing face. "Three years ago today," Gendry followed up, moving his hand up to rub hers well she worked on his back.
"Fuck, three years ago. Might as well been a lifetime ago," she said, not comfortable with the conversation.
People rarely like to reminisce about the worst night of their lives.
"Things have gotten better, and you haven't taken illegal drugs from strangers since then," Gendry said with a laugh.
"Hey, shut up!" Arya said, raising her voice with annoyance, but did not stop rubbing Gendry's shoulders. "It was a bad day," she said quietly, knowing it wasn't just a bad time for her.
"It's okay," Gendry said, sensing he touched a nerve. He tried to turn around but Arya increased her grip as a sign he wasn't allowed to move yet.
"I'm not done yet," Arya said in a confident voice.
"So, this time you are going to finish?" Gendry said with a laugh causing, Arya to gain more insight on events she barely remembered.
"Yes, I will finish," she said rolling her eyes.
"I'm just teasing. You know I love you Mrs. Stark." Gendry said relaxing his body.
"I love you too Mr. Baratheon," Arya responded in kind and realized she had never said that before.
"That sounds weird," Gendry said.
"Yeah, it does," Arya agreed.
"I love you Arya," Gendry said inhaling in pleasure as her fingers danced on his neck.
"I love you too," she answered, and continued to rub Gendry's neck.
Dick Bull
October 31st 2003
For a good time call Roz 715-315-8968...is that the same Ros that is Sansa's roommate? I only meet this girl once while moving Sansa's mattress in and now I know I can call her for a good time.
The bathroom was busy as four men stood behind Gendry waiting their turn. He finished his business and flushed the urinal. The bathroom had two urinals, and a stall, but Gendry heard from angry patrons the other bathroom was out of order, which had caused a backlog. As he made his way to the sink, Jamie left the bathroom stall and joined him and at the neighboring sink. Then he paused and asked, "So, your name isn't actually Dick, is it?"
"No," Gendry answered, shaking his head.
"And I assume that Beth isn't her name." Jamie asked, squirting some pink soap into his wet hands.
"Nope. When your brother came into Harren's Hall that one day she wrote a different name on her tag."
"Well, you have an interesting girlfriend, Dick." Jamie mused, taking a step over to the hand dryer and began to rub his hands together under the warm air.
"You have a fascinating brother," Gendry said, moving to the paper towel dispenser and began to dry his hands.
"Fascinating isn't the word I'd use," Jamie said, shaking his head.
Gendry snickered at the comment and opened the door for Jamie as they exited the bathroom together. The bar was still bustling with energy as they made their way around people to the counter. Luckily they hit the bar at the right moment and no one was ordering a drink as they approached the young bartender. Gendry had not noticed earlier but the blonde was wearing a small white dress with her hair done like Marilyn Monroe's. She leaned over slightly to better show her cleavage and asked, "what can I get you gentlemen?"
Gendry was about to speak but Jamie interrupted saying, "Let me," and pulled out his wallet.
"Ya sure?" Gendry asked, not accustomed to a man buying him a drink.
He responded by ordering Arya's rum and coke and another gin and tonic for himself. He turned to Gendry and asked, "anything for you?"
"No, I am driving," Gendry said, knowing that he should stop at one. The bartender reached down for two tumblers and paused for a moment, lost in thought, and then reached for a brown bottle of rum. After preparing the two drinks she was about to say the cost but Jamie quickly put a twenty on the bar and walked away with his drink. Gendry said, "thanks," took Arya's rum and coke, and followed Jamie back to the table.
Arya had moved to the other other side of the table allowing Gendry to sit next to her. "Here you go, Beth," Gendry said, placing the drink in front of the blonde and sat down next to her.
"Thank you!" she said and as Gendry sat down she leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek. As she leaned she moved her hands over to his thigh to brace himself and Gendry could feel her warm breath against the nape of his neck.
"Did you two behave?" Jamie asked, and Gendry noticed that Tyrion slipped something green into his pocket.
"Of course..." Tyrion said.
Gendry quickly said, "If you are curious, that's what a lie sounds like." Tyrion and Arya both burst out laughing as their companions shared glances.
"I'm missing something," Gendry said still looking at Jamie.
"I think my brother gave himself, and the lovely Beth, something." Jamie said looking at Tyrion and Arya.
"Maybe," Tyrion, said putting his empty glass to his lips and when no liquid came out he turned to Jamie, "You didn't get me another drink?"
"You're already drunk. I don't feel like babysitting tonight." Jamie explained.
"Well, then," he said looking to Arya who was still quietly laughing, "I think I'll go say 'hi' to Ms. Monroe again." He got up and waddled towards the bar.
"Is he going to be okay?" Gendry asked has he watched the man stumble away.
"No," Jamie said, "no he isn't. He is usually unstable...but after this afternoon...I'm afraid we are going to see him again..." Jamie said taking a drink.
"See who?" Gendry asked, very confused by Jamie's statement.
"The Imp," Arya said giggling. "When you were gone he said in college people used to call him the The Imp," she explained. "And then he started to refer to himself as The Imp."
"He gets drunk and starts talking in the third person?" Gendry asked an increasingly bothered Jamie.
With a deep sigh he said, "Yes, and it is just as annoying as you would expect."
"Huh...are you okay?" Gendry asked turning back to Arya. She was sitting comfortably in her chair and a stupid grin on her face. Gendry assumed what ever she took hadn't gotten to her yet, but the two drinks she downed in the last twenty minutes probably were the cause of her bliss.
"I'm...I'm...good," she said, as she moved closer to Gendry and nuzzled against his shoulder. In private this was normal, but Arya usually didn't indulge in this much PDA.
"Did you know this was going to happen?" Gendry asked Jamie trying to hide his annoyance at the turn of events.
"I hoped it wouldn't. And I didn't think he'd involve her." Jamie said pointing his drink towards Arya.
"I am right here!" Arya said, "please don't talk about me like I'm a child," Arya said fiddling with the green straw in her rum and coke.
"Well, sometimes you do silly things," Gendry said, trying not to sound patronizing.
"Well, I'm sorry," she said, trying to garner sympathy Gendry by bating her eyes at him.
I don't mind being wrapped around her little finger. I mind the fact she knows it.
"It's okay," Gendry said, moving closer and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. She took the opportunity to grab Gendry and pull him in for a deeper kiss. Her tongue aggressively darted into his mouth as her hands again moved onto his thighs. Gendry was about to close his eyes and enjoy the moment but then remembered that Jamie sat across from them. He patted her on the shoulder to get her attention, but was not successful as she began to rub further up his leg. "Arya," he moaned and she moved away with a disappointed face.
He slowly moved his eyes towards Jamie, who sat there, pretending that he wasn't watching two strangers make out. Arya followed his eyes and then yelled, "oh yeah!"
Did she forget that he was there?
She moved close again to Gendry as Tyrion returned to the table. "So!" he began, placing his hands on the table, and putting most of the weight on it. "I went over there and said, 'madam, The Imp, would like another drink." Jamie winced at the word imp, well Arya giggled, and Gendry looked at the drunken wonder.
"And she didn't give you a drink?" Arya asked as Gendry felt her increase the grip she had on him.
"Well, at first I had to explain that I was in fact, The Imp. And then she seemed confused by the order of a Jameson and Ginger. And once she made it I realized I am out of cash, and this SHIT HOLE!" he yelled, "doesn't take credit cards." After his speech he looked to Jamie, leaning on the table, and gave him an intense gaze.
Jamie looked back into Tyrion's drunken face for a moment. "Ohhh, fuck," he said, and adjusted himself to reach his wallet beneath him.
He gave Tyrion a bill and Tyrion responded with a loud, "The Imp thanks you," and scuttled away to get his drink. They watched as The Imp made his way back to the bar, gave the blonde bartender the money, stayed for a moment to speak with her, then waddled back to the table.
Before Tyrion was in ear shot Jamie mumbled, "that was a fifty."
Arya began to murmur drunken nothings into Gendry's ear and he raised his glass towards Jamie and said, "to enabling," and they clinked their glasses together in toast.
"Hey!" Arya yelled, "You have to wait to toast and we weren't ready!"
"Yes, you need to wait for The Imp," Tyrion said with a grin.
"Stop talking like that," Jamie quickly said.
"Or what?"
"Or I won't buy you any more drinks."
Tyrion sat down, defeated, and began to suckle his beverage. There was a lull in the conversation, and since Tyrion was busy drinking, and Arya had returned to molesting Gendry's arm, so Gendry decided to ask Jamie, "So, what brings you two out tonight? I would guess a shitty country/college bar isn't where you usually go out."
"It isn't," Jamie nodded. "Tyrion had a rough day," he said as his brother finished his new drink, with small amounts of liquid escaping the rim of his glass and the ice falling down to hit his nose. "My brother can go a little overboard, so we wanted to go somewhere we wouldn't run into people we know."
"I'm trying to seem more upstanding in the eyes of the Madison legal community. I wouldn't want them to get an unprofessional impression of me," Tyrion slurred his explanation.
"And why exactly did you have a bad day?" Arya asked as she stopped rubbing her face against Gendry's arm.
Jamie interjected, "it's a private, delicate, matter."
"Yes, it is a secret," Tyrion added, placing his arm on his brother for what Gendry assumed was for both emotional and literal support.
Arya leaned towards Gendry, and with her lush red lips whispered, "if you make him tell us his secret I will make it worth your while."
"That doesn't seem very nice," Gendry whispered back as he felt Arya again move her hands up his leg. This was very unlike Arya, but as he looked into her sapphire eyes, framed by blonde hair and highlighted by make-up, he was reminded that she wasn't Arya tonight.
"Oh, c'mon," she continued, her fingers inches away from his cock, "I had a rough day." He could resist her fingers, or her oddly sexual use of the word 'rough' individually, but together it was to much for Gendry and he yielded.
"Okay," he said quickly, as Jamie watched them. There had only been a couple of seconds of silence but he obviously didn't trust the two of them with this subject.
So, okay, how to trick a man into telling me a secret. This could be tough. Or...
Looking at the drunken Lannister Gendry asked, "So, wait, what was the secret?"
"Oh, I didn't tell you? I knocked up one of my clients." Tyrion answered quickly before Jamie could utter a word.
Or it can be easy.
"Tyrion, don't..." Jamie began.
"And she was on the fucking pill! What are the odds of that!" Tyrion vented as Jamie rolled his eyes.
"Around two percent," Arya said flatly with a knowing glance towards Gendry, but rewarded his manipulation with further massaging of his thigh.
"Two percent!" Tyrion yelled, "fuck me! Really?"
"You just happen to know that?" Jamie asked with a smirk.
Although she was heavily under the influence Arya still had the wherewithal to say, "I did just happen to know that, and you'll notice I'm not pregnant."
"How am I supposed to be a father? I can barely take care of myself!" he said as he reached for his glass and angrily slammed it back on the table because it was empty. There was a pause and Tyrion looked around for someone to disagree with him, and after no one did, he continued, "and even my brother and my trusted friends won't support me," he bellowed.
Trusted friends?
The three other traded glances, not sure what to say. Gendry felt awkward because of the man pouring his heart out, even if that heart was soaked in whiskey. Arya didn't move far from Gendry but said, "I don't blame you. Kids suck. They smell, they're loud, and when they come out they might rip up your asshole – what's the appeal?"
"Exactly!" Tyrion yelled, and moved his body over the table closer to Arya, "why couldn't I have gotten you pregnant?"Jamie moved his palm to his forehead with a loud sigh as Gendry gave Tyrion a blank stare. "That didn't come out right..." Tyrion mumbled moving back to his seat.
Gendry looked to the man in front of him and felt sympathy, although he had just awkwardly implied having sex with his girlfriend, he saw a familiar pain and unease. "I think you'll be okay," Gendry began slowly, unsure of his words, "but, who knows what kind of father you'll be." Tyrion was looking down at the table as Gendry spoke, his words getting swirled into the noise of the bar. "My father left when I was a teenager," Gendry began again, and Tyrion popped his head up at Gendry's voice. "I don't know if I ever want kids and sometimes I worry I'll be a fuck up like him. But, I know I can do better than him."
A smile crept across Tyrion's face. "You're right! I can certainly do better than my cunt of a father! Jamie! Get this boy another drink!"
Knowing he was driving later in the evening Gendry declined with, "no, thanks. We have a prior engagement later I need to get us to."
Tyrion nodded, "good man, being a DD is an important Job. Jamie, go get me a drink for this boy."
His brother groaned, "Tyrion, you don't need another drink."
"Someone needs to have his drink!" Tyrion explained. Arya looked like she was about to speak up but stopped after Gendry gave a discerning look.
"Fine, I'll go get a drink for myself," Jamie said, raising from his seat.
Arya looked towards Tyrion with a perplexed face and asked, "wait...you knocked up a client? Like someone that you are representing in a divorce?"
"I can't tell you that, it's privileged information...but yeah." Tyrion, said looking at the girl.
"Don't know why people would think you're unprofessional. You only knocked up a client and told strangers about it." Arya laughed as she resumed nuzzling against Gendry.
Tyrion put his head into his hands and began to shake his head. With his mouth in his palms he slurred, "how did this happen? Why is it that I can't just represent a nice woman who got a divorce because she caught her husband strangling himself while masturbating to a picture of her sister. Why couldn't thinks be more simple?" He said raising his head from hands and looked at couple. Gendry tried not to look gobsmacked, but assumed he looked much like Arya, with her blonde eye brows high above her eyes and her pretty red mouth agape.
No one spoke until Jamie returned with his drink and he noticed the solemness but didn't mention it. The room continued to hum around them. The gladiators had moved from the bar to the dance floor and began to dance with a group of women who appeared to be dressed as mermaids. At least, Gendry assumed they were, as they had sheer flowing skirts that looked like mermaid tails with skimpy nautical bikinis.
But you aren't mermaids, you're just skanks wearing seashell bikinis. And how did you get here in those outfits? It's like forty degrees out.
They continued to sit and chat with the Lannisters. Jamie was interesting, and while he did not divulge client privilege, he still had some exciting stories about his time in law. Gendry talked about his actual job and how he missed drawing for fun. He could not seem to find time to do it. When he got home the thing furthest from his mind was drawing. Tyrion began to relax, a result of whatever he gave Arya and himself. She was still practically attached to him and continued to caress him. Her head rarely left his shoulder, as her hands occasionally went to his lap and explored his body under the table. While they sat Gendry continued to keep in eye out for Sandor. He didn't want to run into him again if they didn't have to. Arya's teasing was starting to get to Gendry when he heard a familiar song come over the stereo.
I think I lost my virginity to this song.
"Oh! This is the Beatles!" Arya exclaimed to the group like she was telling them something they didn't know.
"It is," Gendry said with a smile and gave her a chaste kiss on her lips. "When did you want to get going?" Gendry asked, knowing they were expected at Sansa's soon and assumed she wanted to get away from the loud bar.
"We can't leave yet! I love this song," she explained and began to move her head along with the music.
"It is a good song," Gendry agreed as they shared a moment.
"And why do you two love this song?" Tyrion asked.
Gendry opened his mouth to give a vague answer, but before he could speak Arya piped up, "We lost out virginity to this song!"Gendry felt his eyes widen and his face redden, as Tyrion again began to laugh, and Jamie seemed to share in Gendry's shame. "I originally planned on playing Clapton, but that kind of fell through when Gendry..." Not knowing any way to prevent her from saying, 'got drunk and threw up!' he moved in quickly and covered his mouth on hers. Out of the corner of his eye he could see amazement in both Jamie and Tyrion's eyes as their mouths mashed against each other. For good measure Gendry slid his tongue on top of hers in some effort to further distract her. In turn he felt her hand fully grasp his cock under the table and squeeze through the jeans.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She really needs to stop that.
He removed his mouth against hers and heard her whimper. She pouted for a moment and Gendry looked away to see Jamie and Tyrion still intrigued. Tyrion cocked an eyebrow and Jamie leaned back in his chair. Jamie was about to speak when Gendry heard Arya yell from beside him, "so, like I was saying, we were going to lose our virginity to a Clapton song at first, but then Gendry threw up right after going down on me!" As the words, 'go down on me!' left her lips, the music began to quiet so others around could hear her. Gendry felt dozens of eyes lock on to him as his own eyes closed in embarrassment.
What's worse then your girlfriend yelling out that before you first had sex you threw up? If three cowboys, two mermaids getting martinis, and Batman clearly hear it and stare.
Music began to play again, filling the echoing silence he felt surround him. He opened his eyes to see Tyrion holding in a gush of laughter behind his flushed face.
At least he has the decency to not laugh right into my face.
He moved his eyes over to Jamie who looked equally uncomfortable. All around he could still see people looking at their table. Batman was speaking in hushed tones to one of the mermaids and he could feel even more attention on him from behind.
"Oh! It's still the Beatles," Arya yelled. He turned to her and saw no guilt on her face nor any sign that she realized what she just said was wrong. "I want to dance!" she yelled again, rising from her seat, and grabbed Gendry by the shoulder. "C'mon!" she said, pulling him up and shoving him a bit. Still in shock he got up from the table and looked back. The music was loud, but as he walked away saw Tyrion begin to cackle and Jamie unable to look at the pair as they made their way to the other room.
In stride behind Arya, her hand reaching back and holding his, she lead them onto the dance floor. Gendry was happy that none of these people had heard Arya's last outburst. Worry began to spill over Gendry about whatever she took when he was gone. He assumed she munched a pot brownie or some mushrooms, but based on her actions, and his vague knowledge of drugs, he thought she took ecstasy.
His concern,however, couldn't stop him from staring at her ass. Arya normally wore pants that were more comfortable than fashionable, which meant her pert bottom was not given its due, but the tight yellow spandex accentuated every curve. She was still Arya, still the vulgar but loving girl he was bound to, but she was different. She was blonde with bright blue eyes and flaunting her sexuality. He had only been with Arya, only really kissed Arya, only wanted Arya. But...to have a blonde lust at him with hungry ruby lips...was driving him crazy in a way that he didn't expect.
Probably doesn't help that she has been grabbing at my dick for the last twenty minutes.
They reached a place Arya found satisfactory, so she turned around, and pulled him to her. She wasn't that strong, but it didn't take much effort to convince Gendry to come into her embrace. He wrapped his arms around her body and without thinking reached down quickly to her ass. He heard her happily coo and they began to sway together. They couldn't dance, and had even tried a couple of times in private, and once at a homecoming, and it was terrible. It was a combination of of things they weren't good at – keeping a beat and doing things with a lot of people watching them. This was out of the norm, but so was everything about tonight, so Gendry allowed himself to go with it.
Around him other couples moved to the music. Arya and Gendry were the odd ones swaying slowly to "I Want to Hold Your Hand"but at the moment they didn't care. Arya pushed herself closer to Gendry and he could feel the heat from her body. Her hands also drifted down his body to his hips and he could feel her fingers inch under his shirt and pull at his pants. Her nails began to scratch at his navel and Gendry could barely hold in a growl in his throat. He moved his head down kiss her gently and she moaned into his ear, "I fucking need you so bad."
"Here?" he said under his breath and noticed the attention they were garnering. Batman must have followed them in with one of the mer-sluts and they were gossiping about the them. A bulky man in the corner, hopefully not a bouncer, watched them intently.
"Yes," she rasped into his ear and moved her fingers lower, and he felt her brush the base of cock.
Don't do this. She's on drugs. She is in a bad emotional place. You are at a crowded bar. I think it is technically illegal to do this in public. You should go Sansa's soon.
She angled her blonde head into the crook of his neck and began to suckle against the tender skin there. "Please," he heard her say, and his eyes darted around and noticed a bathroom with an 'out of order' sign on it.
I'll get to fuck her in a bathroom. What were the reasons not to again? I
can't remember. I don't care if that bathroom is filled with bees...we'll make it work.
He quickly reached down and took Arya by the hand. She seemed bothered at first, but as he lead them towards the bathroom she seemed to understand. He looked down and tried to avoid eye contact but knew that Batman was still watching and knew what they were up to.
You don't need to be the world's greatest detective to figure this shit out.
Gendry grew more excited when he saw a knob on the brown wooden door and became ecstatic as they entered the room. He was right, it was a single occupancy bathroom with a lock on the door. Unless someone kicked down the door they would be fine. Once the door was closed and locked, Arya jumped at Gendry. Luckily he reacted fast enough to catch her, then allowed her to straddle him as she latched onto his mouth. If there was any self control with Arya before, it was gone now, as she nipped at his lips and began to work up to his earlobes.
Gendry moaned and hoped the Beatles or whatever music was still blaring outside would cover up their noises. He placed her down on the counter beside the sink and reached for the zipper on her suit, but felt a sudden push against his chest. Arya's shove moved him back a couple of feet until he bumped into the the bathroom stall. She jumped off the counter and quickly fell to her knees.
Fuck YES.
"Oh you don't have to," Gendry blurted for reasons that escaped him.
What the shit? Shut the fuck up!
"Of course I don't have to stupid," she said slowly unzipping his jeans. "You are always in control. Taking care of me," she said, pulling down his pants and leaving him exposed. She moved her mouth closer and placed a small kiss on the tip of his erection and he felt her tongue move across the tip of his cock.
"Fuck," Gendry repeated in a groan, reaching for the bathroom stall to brace himself at the sensation.
"Do you like that?" Arya asked coyly and licked the underside of penis, "I love being able to this to you," she continued wrapped her lips around him.
"Fuck," he groaned again, unable to utter a better word.
"You really are stupid sometimes. Is fuck the only word you can say?" she giggled with her mouth still pressed against him, the vibrations sending shudders up his spine and down to the soles of his feet. He thought of saying something, but instead moved his hands down to her hair and slowly felt her soft locks. All the attention she had given to her hair lately meant it was softer than usual as he twirled it in his fingers. When his fingers brushed against her ear she moaned while he was in her mouth, almost making him lose his balance.
Don't fall over and crack your head...at least cum first.
Her pace quickened and he was forced to brace both his hands against the stall to support himself. He knew falling was a long shot, but as he felt her right hand slowly grasp his base and her tongue swirl in small circles, he didn't want to risk it. He felt he was about to come and thought of telling Arya of the coming...situation...but didn't have the chance. He felt her grip on him loosen and her mouth stop her movements.
What the fuck?! You aren't done yet!
'Arya?" he sputtered, not wanting to be demanding that she finish, but he was also curious as to why she would stop so suddenly. He looked down to see her staring towards the ground. Her head was cocked to the right and her blue eyes were gazed intently into the corner of the bathroom. Without an answer to his question, Gendry followed her gaze to the corner and saw nothing but a dingy corner covered in green floor tile that meet the white tile of the walls. For a moment he considered finishing himself quickly, but felt that would be uncouth.
Most of all with her still in front of me.
'Arya?" he asked again, reaching down to pull up his pants as he assumed her participation was over at this point. After zipping up he took a couple of steps to the corner and looked down, trying to see what Arya was looking at.
"Don't stand there!" Arya yelped and lurched towards him. He took a step to the side and his eyes darted between Arya and the corner of the room.
"What?!" he asked again, thinking he stepped on something.
"Don't step on it. It can't spin when you are stepping on it."
"Huh?" he grunted in response.
"The tiles...they can't spin if you stand on them." Arya said and began to reach towards the corner.
"What?" he said again, then it became clear to him. "Arya, what did Tyrion give you?" he asked, kneeling down to her to her level. She turned to him with wide blue eyes and dilated pupils. A gaze of wonder she had a moment ago looking at the spinning tiles turned to horror at his question, which he repeated, "Arya, what did he give you?"
"Can't tell...you'd be mad," she said, averting her eyes back to the floor and her head began to move back and forth.
"Arya," he groaned, "he didn't just give you ecstasy did he?" Gendry asked.
"Noooooooo..." she mumbled, still staring at the tiles.
"Fuck," Gendry sighed, stood back up, and shook his head.
"Don't be mad," Arya muttered and looked up to him. Her hands braced her body on the floor and were shaking as she held herself up. "I'm sorry. I, I, I, can finish," she begged sliding her body over to him and moved her hand up his jeans. His erection laid against his leg and throbbed against her touch. It took a couple of seconds for Gendry to come to his senses and moved his hands to stop her.
"No, that's okay, we should get out of here," he told her placing his palms out to help her up.
"Sure?" she asked as she took his hand and allowed him to help her to her feet.
"Yeah, it's fine," Gendry said in a tone that didn't even convince himself. He looked into the mirror to make sure he was presentable. Looking at Arya he saw that her hands were grimy from the bathroom floor along with some dirt that collected on her pants. He thought of trying to clean her up but knew it would be more trouble than it was worth.
Get her home and Google "how to deal with someone tripping."
Based on her current behavior he had a guess about what she had taken but wanted that confirmed before they left.
Only problem is the little fuck will probably also be tripping and talking in the third person.
He went to open the door and without thinking of Arya's current state said, "Okay, let's go. Hopefully Batman isn't watching the door."
"Batman? Fuck!" she yelled in response.
"Fuck me," Gendry said under his breath and slowly banged his head against the door, noting that it was made of sturdy wood.
"But, you said you didn't want to!" Arya cried out, moving her hand down towards his groin again.
"Bad choice of words," Gendry explained, intercepting her hand. He took hold of her hand and looked at her. Something caught her attention and she was staring into the mirror and stroked some of her hair out her face.
"Gendry is that me?" Arya asked gazing the mirror.
"Yeah," he answered, trying to move her away from the mirror.
"You sure?" she asked again continued to adjust her hair, placing a strand in her front of her face and another behind her ear.
"Yes, that's you. We need to go," he said again and pulled on her arm. She fought back at first until Gendry gave another tug. She rolled her head away from the mirror and followed Gendry back to the dance floor. The music was unrecognizable as he guided them towards the front of the bar. He walked past mer-whores who were flirting with some of the gladiators and to the right, not dancing, Batman was leering at them. He looked back to Arya and saw panic across her face. The room roared as the music pounded against their heads and a strobe light began to flash. Her pace slowed behind him as the room distracted her and he tugged her along. Her feet scuffled against the floor but after a minute they made their way through the crowd.
"I need to go home," she said after the exited the dance floor, moving closer to Gendry. "I didn't like that room. Everyone was looking at me."
"It's okay Arya, we can go home, just tell me what you took and we can go." Gendry said as they moved past the bar.
"Can't," she answered, biting her bottom lip.
"Arya, I need to know what you took."
"Just take me home," she said, moving towards the door.
Across the way he saw Jamie and Tyrion still at the table. Taking Arya by the hand, Gendry stormed across the room and yelled, "Hey!" The two men turned their heads to him and Gendry saw familiar dilated eyes. "What the fuck did you give her?!" He thundered at the short blond who had a problem looking Gendry in the eye.
"What's going?" Jamie said, getting up from his chair and walking around his brother to stand between him and Gendry.
"What the fuck did he give her?" he yelled again, gaining more attention from the bar he was sure, but didn't care at the moment.
"Gendry...don't yell, you'll scare the little man," Arya said, still holding on to his hand.
Jamie looked into Arya's and turned back towards his brother. "What did you give her?"
"Just some stuff..." Tyrion began, but trailed off quickly, taking a drink from another drink his brother must have gotten him.
"Tyrion," Jamie said again, glaring at his brother.
"Okay, some acid," Tyrion relented.
"You gave her acid?" Gendry screamed.
"She said she wanted some! I thought she had tripped before!"
"You assumed that! Why would you assume that?!" Gendry yelled.
"Sorry..." Jamie began to say to Gendry.
"Whatever, I need to get her home," he said, pushing past Jamie and pulling Arya towards the front of the bar and pushed the door open.
The night was dark and Arya was filled with terror. She moved along behind Gendry and looked all around, distracted by sudden movements and anyone in a costume. They made their way past a group of smokers and Gendry waved the smoke out of his face. He was parked about half a block away and he kept Arya in a firm grasp so she wouldn't get away.
"Bedtime?!" Gendry heard shouted from behind them. He didn't want to turn around because he knew the voice, but Arya instantly stopped. Gendry aggressively tugged to keep her moving but felt great resistance as her body moved with his pull but she stopped again.
Fuck.
Gendry turned around and was surprised to see that Arya was still facing forward and had not turned to face Sandor. He stood by himself, removed from a couple of other smokers, with a smug smile curling on his face. "Need to get her home to get her juice?" he asked, taking a drag and flicking his cigarette away.
"Fuck off," he said, feeling his mouth grow weary of the word fuck, but nothing else wanted to come out. Everything was fucked was the conclusion he was beginning to draw.
"Oh, big boyfriend standing up for the little girl, how special," h said again, with Arya's back still to him, and Gendry felt his hands begin to form fists. He knew the last thing he needed to do was to get into a fight, but he couldn't help himself. Arya continued to stare forward as if Sandor wasn't there.
Calming himself Gendry rolled his eyes and said, "whatever," and turned his back to Sandor again.
"Yeah, go home. Tell Sansa I said 'hi'" he said with a pause, "and I hope she has worked on that gagging problem!" he cackled, gaining attention from people around him.
His fists tightened and he turned around without thought. He knew Sandor was at least a couple of feet away and it would take a couple of strides until he could take a swing. But after his first step he stopped. A yellow blur moved in front of him and quickly headed towards Sandor. The tall man was about to say something as Arya kicked him between his legs with end of her sneaker landing directly in his groin.
"Arg!" Sandor screamed and doubled over to the ground.
"Don't you ever fucking talk about my sister you fucking asshole!" Arya screamed and kicked again, this time landing her kick in his stomach.
He groaned in pain and seethed in anger. "You fucking cunt!" he yelled at Arya as she towered over her. Gendry looked on with disbelief as Arya began to stumble backwards and Gendry moved behind her.
"Don't, fucking, ever talk about my sister!" She sputtered out falling back into Gendry's arms. "Fucking burn in hell!" she continued to yell towards the sky, placing most of her weight on his frame.
"We need to go," Gendry said realizing the consequences the if the cops came and found his girlfriend tripping on acid.
"No! I want to kick him again," she shouted and tried to fight against Gendry to gain freedom. Sandor continued to squirm on the ground and his ruffled Black Sabbath t-shirt was full of saliva from his slobbering mouth.
"We NEED to go!" Gendry repeated himself, wrapping his arms forcefully around her and began to pull her away. Her heels dragged against the concentrate as she writhed against him yelling more profanity towards the fallen death metal giant. Gendry's strength prevailed in the end as he whipped her around and waddled out of the parking lot.
"Not fair!" Let me go you stupid fucking asshole!" she yelled, and people walking by noticed the their struggle.
"Arya, we need to get you home." he said as they reached his car. He let her go but stood in her way if she wanted to head back towards the bar. "Please get in the car," he demanded as he pointed towards the door. She was about to speak up, but she as she braced herself up on the car, she nodded and opened the door.
Hopefully he won't call the cops and will let the assault and battery thing slide.
As he entered the car it fully sunk in. Arya sat next to him, staring out the window watching people walk by and when he turned on the engine she looked around looking for the noise. "It's okay, let's go home," he said as he patted her on the knee and pulled out into the street.
"Yeah, let's go home," she agreed as Gendry began to drive. He'd get her home, they'd take a shower, and get to bed...everything was going to be okay he told himself. Peering out the window Arya sighed, "fucking asshole. Talking about my sister..." she mumbled off. "Wait! No! We need to go to Sansa's party!" Arya shouted over the rumbling of the car.
"Arya," Gendry began calmly, "I'll give her a call when we get home and tell you're feeling under the weather. It'll be okay."
"No!" she screamed, "I promised I'd be there! I can't lose Sansa! I can't!" she said hitting her hand against the dashboard.
"You won't lose her." Gendry explained, "she'll understand if you're sick. If I ask nice enough she'll even bring over soup."
"No!" She yelled again, "We need to go," and she turned to him and with her ever growing sad blue eyes said, "please."
Goddamnit, Goddammit, Goddammit
Losing patience he raised his voice, "no, Arya, we should go home. You are in no condition to go to a party tonight."
"No! I have to go!" she screamed.
"No! You don't!" Gendry yelled back. "You don't need to do anything besides go home and hope that fucking Scorpion-faced douche-bag doesn't call the cops on you!" His Saturn speed along the street until it reached a red on Water Street. To the right was their apartment, and to the left was Sansa's.
"I need to go to Sansa's! I need to go to Sansa's! I need to go to Sansa's!" Arya ranted, banging her body against the car door.
"Fine!" Gendry yelled back, flicked his hand up to turn his blinker to the left, and turned towards Sansa's apartment after it turned green.
Sansa lived about three minutes away, but it was a long three minutes drive in the car. "Don't hate me," Arya said softly, staring out the window.
"I don't hate you."
"I think you do," Arya replied flatly.
"I don't hate you."
"But, you seem angry..."
"Because I am!" Gendry yelled, regretting it when he looked into her sad eyes when she turned to him, but he couldn't help himself. "You fucking took acid! Without telling me! And after getting into a fight with a fucking douche-bag we are going to your sister's Halloween party where I am sure nothing else will go wrong!"
"I'm sorry," Arya said, placing her head against the window and Gendry could hear the sob grow in her voice. He wanted to say it was okay, he wanted to say he loved her, but as his gripped tightened around the steering wheel nothing came out.
Gendry
He pulled into Sansa's parking lot and jerkily parked his car. The cold autumn air made his hair stand up as he made his way around to the other side of the car where he assumed Arya would need his help. He was surprised when he found that Arya had actually opened the door, stumbled out, and was standing firmly on her two feet. She braced herself against the car and stared at the large white apartment building. Three years ago it was an old folks home, but had since had begun accepting younger residents. Now, it held an odd mix of remaining elderly residences, twenty-something college students, and recent graduates.
"You sure you want to do this?" he asked. He could hear her breathing increase as she looked over the apartment complex, remembering she would have to get to the second floor. "Arya?" he asked and reached for her arm. She recoiled from his hand and began to walk towards the building at her own pace. She staggered forward, slowly moving her two feet, heel to toe, towards the building. Gendry walked in front of her as she neared the door and buzzed number 214.
"Hello?" he heard Sansa say over the intercom.
"Hi," Gendry said as a loud buzz emitted from the box and the door unlocked. Arya seemed confused by the voice from the box and even more unnerved by the loud buzzing. Gendry placed his arm around Arya, who scowled at him, but did not try to fight it.
The lobby was pasty white, with various framed pictures of animals lining the walls, and a smell that could only be described at 'nursing home' or a mix of Windex and old people wafted to Gendry's noises. "Okay, let's go up the stairs, and Sansa's apartment is to the left," he stated placing one foot on a stairs.
"Lemme go," Arya said, moving away from Gendry, who shook his head and began walking up the stairs. He reached the top and realized that Arya was not beside him and looked back down the steps to see her, on all fours, climbing up the stairs.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Yeah, like the answer I am about to get will make sense.
"The lights are really bright and stairs are hard!" she answered in a yell that echoed off the walls. Knowing that helping her would only elicit more noise he decided to wait at the top of the stairs for her. She was technically standing on her feet he noticed, but was bent down and placing her hands on the stairs in front of her.
Kinda of how a gorilla would climb stairs.
After a minute or so Arya reached the top step, then she straightened herself out, and when she looked to her left she shut her eyes and took a step to the right bumping into the wall.
"What?" Gendry asked.
"The penguin..." Arya mumbled out and pointed across the room to a large framed picture of a penguin.
"Yeah..." Gendry responded looking back at the picture. "What about the penguin?"
"He's glowering at me and I don't like it," she answered with her eyes still closed, her back against the wall, and pointed again at the menacing penguin. Gendry tried to hold in his disgruntled sigh, but it still slipped through his lips. He took a couple steps to the picture, and removed it from the wall, placing it on the floor upside down.
"Okay, the penguin is gone," he declared moving back towards Arya.
"Promise?" she asked and without opening her eyes she placed out her pinky to bind the promise.
"Promise," Gendry said, with a slight chuckle, linking his pinky in hers.
"Okay," she said, then opened her eyes again and took his extended hand. "Thank you for slaying the penguin."
"You're welcome," Gendry said, leading her to a hallway. It reminded him of the long, ugly hallways of the dorms. Sansa's apartment was halfway down the hall so they began the trek. Arya scudded in closer to Gendry and he took her under his arm.
"Don't hate me," she said under her breath, "I need you to love me."
"I do love you," he responded.
"Love me better!" she yelled again,her voice echoing off the walls.
"Shh," Gendry said, putting his finger in front of her face, "you don't want Sansa to hear you," he said and panic recaptured her face. "Let's go in there, hang out for a bit, get you water and food, and then go home."
"You sure you love me?" she asked again her voice wavering with each word.
"I love you," he answered,and they came to a stop in front of apartment 214, knocked on the door, and heard from behind the door some music playing softly and several voices chattering.
The door opened and Sansa appeared in a convincing Dorthy Gale costume, wearing a blue gingham dress with her hair pulled into decorative pigtails. "Hi!" she happily cooed and looked over Arya, "your costume looks amazing!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands slightly.
"Thanks," Arya groaned and moved into the apartment, almost falling onto her sister, who caught her in an embrace.
"Whoa!" she said, holding her sister up, "you okay?" she asked her sister who was leaning on her and had wrapped her arms in a hug.
"No, she isn't" Gendry said as he entered the apartment and closed the door behind them.
"Shut up," Arya moaned, her head in the crook of Sansa's neck, brushing against her hair. Sansa looked up to Gendry who shrugged his defeated shoulders. The tension he felt in his back and shoulders earlier in the day was returning and he could feel a wad of pre-cum run between his underwear and his thigh. He knew he should look more excited for the party but couldn't muster a smile.
He had only been to Sansa's apartment once before and the furniture had moved since then. The entrance to the apartment lead directly into the kitchen, that had a small table in the center, with a few chairs surrounding the table. He moved to the table and pulled out a chair for Arya.
"Hi!" Gendry heard from the other room and saw a green faced girl approach. She instantly lunged at Gendry and wrapped her arms around him.
She's a hugger, I guess.
On her breath Gendry could smell the distinct odor of Tequila and noticed three empty shot glasses on the kitchen counter. Her body draped over him and he looked over her shoulder and saw Arya glare at them. "Hi, Ros," he said politely, returning the hug.
"You don't have a costume!" Ros yelled as she pulled away from him and Gendry saw Arya shudder at the noise.
"Sorry, you will have to settle for Kool-Aid Man," he said pointing to his shirt, hoping to quell any situation that would involve shrieking.
"Oh, I guess," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck again for another hug. The rage was seething in Arya's eyes and she moved out of Sansa's arms. Hearing the movement behind her Ros turned around to Arya. "Hey! Great costume!" she yelled again and moved in to hug Arya. Fury was replaced by surprise as the green-faced witch moved in for a hug. Arya took a step back but was caught in the wicked witch's clutches. "It so good to see you!"
"Ros...keep it down," Sansa said in a mothering tone, "we don't want Mrs. Greenblatt to call the super." As she finished speaking, she helped Arya, just released from the hug, into a the chair Gendry pulled out for her. She seemed flustered, her face flushed and pupils still dilated, and was avoiding eye contact with the woman in a revealing black robe.
"Okay!," Ros yelled in agreement, "I'll keep it down."
There was movement in the other room and Gendry looked up to see a flying monkey approach. It was a man, clad in a furry monkey costume, adorned with wings on the back, and a jaunty fez on his head. He hoped it was Ros' boyfriend, Theon, and not a stranger dressed as a monkey.
"Hi there," he said in a husky voice and put out a paw to shake.
"Theon?" he asked shaking his furry hand.
"Yep," he said with a nod and paused looking into Gendry's eyes. "Gary?"
"Gendry."
"Sorry, I'm terrible with names," he said and adjusted his fez to the proper angle.
"It's okay, so am I. So you'll have to dress up like a monkey next time for me to recognize you," he answered, and Theon chuckled a bit. Gendry looked over and saw Arya sitting at the table as Sansa and Ros talked around her. She turned her head towards Gendry and when she saw the monkey, she appeared to freak and her grip tightened on the arms of the chair. Gendry knew he had to help her out but first he needed a moment.
"Hey," he said moving away from Theon, "where's the bathroom again?"
"Over there," Ros pointed towards where to a room beside the living room.
"I'll be right back," Gendry said and excused himself. Arya's eyes followed him as walked to the bathroom and opened the door. It was much cleaner than the last bathroom, with yellow tiles on the ground and speckled white walls. Gendry sat down on the toilet and placed his head into his hands.
Dorothy
The party was going well and their costumes looked amazing. Ros showed a little more skin than Sansa personally would but she made it work with her curves and the green face paint did a nice job of highlighting her eyes. Even Theon took the evening to heart and found a monkey suit and created an amazing flying monkey. The guacamole she made earlier that day was tasty and the margaritas Ros helped make had a sweet twang to it.
And maybe the three shots that Ros took before her margarita was a bit much, but it's Halloween, and Arya will understand.
The night had to be perfect for Arya; she had picked out music that she would like, and only had a few people over so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable. After a couple of drinks and guac maybe they'd go out to a bar or something.
"When are they going to be here?" Ros asked, licking some salt off her glass.
"Yeah, you said after they got here we'd go to a bar or something," Theon added, leaning forward from his sitting position on the couch so as no to not squish his wings.
"They'll be here soon," Sansa said, twirling her pigtails in her fingers, and looked at the clock.
I hope.
Sansa took another sip of her drink and heard a ruckus outside the door.
"What the hell?" Ros asked as the noise continued outside. Sansa got up and walked through the kitchen to the front door. Peering through the peep hole she saw Gendry holding her blonde sister, who looked very out of sorts.
She opened the door and after some pleasantries her sister lunged at her. In her grasp she could smell a mix of smoke and rum on her breath. She looked at her face and saw large blue eyes that darted around the room. Gendry pulled out a chair for Arya to sit on and was then pounced on by Ros. She could feel Arya tighten her hands as she watched the other girl glomp onto Gendry. Arya moved away from Sansa and was then glomped herself. As Gendry spoke to Theon, Sansa took a long look at her sister. Her outfit was a little soiled with dirt, and her hair, fashioned earlier in the evening, was disheveled.
Gendry excused himself for a minute to go to the bathroom, and Ros and Theon went back to the living room to get their drinks. Sitting next to her, Sansa asked Arya, "what's wrong?"
"Huh?" she asked, then whipped her head around to Sansa and looked her in the eye for the first time. She had been avoiding eye contact with everyone so far and Sansa fully appreciated how different she looked.
"What happened?" Sansa asked again.
"Huh? Nothing," Arya said averting her gaze to the floor. Sansa sighed and saw that Ros and Theon were going to join them at the table. There were only four chairs so she got up, explaining that she was going to get another chair for Gendry to sit on from her bedroom.
After getting her desk chair she stopped at the bathroom door and knocked. "One sec," she heard followed by a flush. Gendry opened the door and Sansa stood directly in his way. "Need to go?" he asked as she stood in the way.
"What the hell?" Sansa asked.
"Huh?"
"Actually, that's what Arya said when I asked her, right after smelling like liquor and acting weird. Is she drunk already?"
"I wish she was just drunk," Gendry groaned, turning off the bathroom light.
"What happened?" she asked as Gendry took the chair from her.
"Remember that night with the brownies?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Way worst this time,"
"She," she whispered the next part, "got high before she got here?"
"I wish she had just done pot," Gendry mumbled off as he began to move towards the kitchen again with his chair.
What did she do? What did she take?
Sansa followed behind him, understanding that Arya shouldn't be left alone. She sat there as Ros talked at her, too drunk to realize that something was off, as Arya avoided looking at Theon.
"Sansa, could you get Arya and I some water and snacks...crackers or something like that?" he asked, placing his chair next to Arya.
"Ummm, sure," Sansa said going to the cabinet to get two glasses and some crackers.
"Did you guys want to head out to a bar soon?" Theon asked.
"Maybe," Gendry evaded, "but I wanted to get some water and some food," he said taking his glass from Sansa along with a stack of crackers. Sansa placed Arya's water in front of her and as she reached for it her head turned to the right, so she was looking directly at Theon, who smiled at her, and as her eyes widened. She took Gendry's hand and was shook a little.
"You okay?" Ros asked, finally noticing Arya behavior.
"No," she moaned, taking a sip of water.
"It's okay," Sansa began as her she heard a ring from her cell phone in the living room. "Excuse me," she said and stood up, smoothed out her skirt, and crossed the room to her phone. It read 'Home,' and she thought of not answering.
It might be an emergency.
She flipped the phone open and said, "hello?"
"Hi," she heard her mother answer, "how are you?"
"Umm, good," she said, walking towards the others. Ros and Theon had started talking to each other as Arya stared intently at her.
"That's good. You have people over?" Her mother asked and from her tone Sansa could tell that she already knew the answer.
"Yeah, just Ros, Theon...and Arya and Gendry just got here." She thought of
mentioning the guacamole she made along with the margaritas but it didn't seem like the best idea.
"Oh, that's nice," she said.
"Did you want to talk to her?" Sansa asked loudly, hoping to force them to talk. Arya might be high on...something...but it was worth a shot.
"Oh, no that's okay," Her mother quickly said, "I just wanted to call and make sure you were doing okay..."
"Uh?" Sansa said, still not sure how her mother found out about her party.
"I'll give you a call tomorrow, have a good night," her mother said quickly and hung up the phone. Sansa looked down at her phone for a moment and heard, "Mom?"
Looking up she saw Arya's big blue eyes gaping at her. "Yeah, it was mom," Sansa said, trailing off.
"She didn't want to talk to me?" Arya asked as Ros and Theon went silent, sensing the tension.
"I, I," Sansa began but stopped talking as Arya began to tear up. Gendry looked to her, looking increasingly tired, and was about to say something as Arya stood up. She walked around the table and ran past Sansa into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
"Arya," Gendry said, too late to be heard, as he followed her path to the bathroom.
"What's wrong with her?" Ros asked looking to Sansa.
"She's fucking tripping," Theon said with little affect.
"What?" Sansa asked as Gendry walked past her. Her reached the door and began to knock on the door, saying her name.
"She took something," Theon went on, "probably acid based on how bad she is."
"Gendry did she?" Sansa turned around to see Gendry still knocking on the door, with increasing force.
"Yeah, at the bar before we got here," he answered. He continued to knock on the door and said, "Arya, let me in. Come on." The sound of Arya crying drifted through the door.
"Jeez, she's bad, and it's only going to get worse," Theon added.
"Huh?" Gendry asked, turning back towards the group.
"Yeah, if she just took the stuff, she really hasn't peaked yet...not that I've done that stuff," he said, taking a sip of his drink. He couldn't hold the margarita glass with his monkey hands,so he leaned down to his straw.
"Fuck," Gendry said as he looked down and walked back to the door. He began to knock his head against the door and say, "Come on, Arya, let me in." The only response the noise of her crying.
The three at the table looked around unsure what to do. The bathroom door was locked and the was no way to open from this side. And Sansa's didn't want to call management to get her drug addled sister out of the bathroom.
"She'll come out eventually," Ros said to everyone, unconvincingly.
Gendry was still at the door lightly tapped on it a few times. He said nothing to Arya and after he finished he pushed the door a little bit. He quickly turned back towards the group and said, "okay, I would suggest knocking from now on if you think someone else is in the bathroom, that way you don't wander in on each other. And maybe get a new lock for the door. And of course, I'll repay when you move out and you don't get your full security deposit back."
"What?" Sansa asked as Gendry swirled back around and launched his foot at the door. It landed with a thud leaving a large dent on the door.
"What the fuck!?" Ros yelled, getting up form her seat. Sansa watched as Gendry went in for a another kick, this time his foot landed on the dent and went through the door.
"Gendry!" Sansa yelled. He was stuck for a moment, with half of his leg in the bathroom and half outside of it. He balanced himself against the door and hobbled his leg out.
"Okay, didn't expect that one to happen. I would say get a piece of cardboard," he said to them, but continued to look at the door. He leaned down, placed his arm through the opening, and unlocked the door.
The Blonde on the Floor
The yellow floor had glitter on it. That was the most reasonable explanation for how it shimmered in the fluorescent light of Sansa's bathroom. These tiles were not spinning, which was a shame because she liked that, but at least the monkey wasn't leering at her anymore.
Maybe the monkey knows that fucking penguin!
She could hear noises outside the door. They were quiet at first and continued to increase in volume. She locked the door behind her to be alone. She had to be alone. No one should have to look at her. The tile of the floor was cold against her face as she noticed a pool of tears form under her head.
Am I crying?
Then there was a thud. Arya cranked her head to the door and saw there was now an indentation in it.
What the fuck...
Then there was a crack and piece of the door fell to the ground and was replaced by a leg.
What the fuck!?
Arya could now hear the voices more clearly. It was Gendry and Sansa talking...and maybe big bird.
I hope they are watching Sesame Street.
The leg was removed from the door and she saw Gendry's face appear in the hole. He looked into the room, and Arya just realized she had moved her body upright and was propped against the bathtub. He removed his head and reached his arm in, snaked it around the corner, and unlocked the door. It creaked open and she saw a big red face on his chest. It looked happy and Arya tried to smile back to the grin.
"You okay," she heard Gendry ask as he sat next to her.
"No," Arya sobbed, "she doesn't even want to talk to me anymore."
"You don't know that. Maybe she just didn't want to intrude on the party."
"My mom doesn't give a fuck about that," said reaching for the roll of toilet paper, which was out of her grasp. She reached, and reached, and could not get it. Gendry stood up, walked to the counter, and conjured some tissues which he handed to her when he joined her on the floor again.
"It's okay," he said, wrapping his arms around her, but said nothing else. Because he couldn't. Because it wasn't okay.
"No it's not. My mom hates me. And I am so fucked." She sobbed, wiping her eyes with the tissue. It was so soft against her face and when she touched it to her face against it was slobbering with tears and she threw it to the side.
"It will be okay," Gendry said again, in a husky, soothing voice.
"No it won't!" she screamed again, and heard noises in the other room.
Gendry rested his head back over the top of the bathtub. "I don't know," he said, removing his arm from around her. "Maybe, maybe you can move in with Sansa. I mean she has the room for you. Or maybe find somewhere to live. I'm the problem," he said looking down at the glittering ground.
"No!" Arya screamed and turned towards him. "NO! NO! NO!" she continued and forced herself on top of him.
"Arya! Hey!" Gendry yelled back as they wrestled. Arya wasn't sure if she had gained more strength or if Gendry wasn't fighting back his full strength, but as they jostled on the ground Arya found Gendry beneath her on the ground. His body was under hers and was so warm. All she wanted was to lay there forever. But when she looked down into his big blue eyes she had to say something.
"Don't you ever fucking leave me! I would never talk to my mother again to be with you! I would cut Brienne's twat out of her body to be with you! I would do anything to be with you!" she screamed to his face, and felt more tears leaked out of her eyes, as her hands pounded against his body. There was silence after that, in the bathroom and in the outside room. Arya closed her eyes and felt Gendry wrap his arms around her and begin to stroke her hair.
She wasn't sure if it was a second that had passed or an hour, or a day, but hopefully not two days. Gendry moved his hands through her hair and rubbed her ears. "So," she heard him say, "based on what you're saying you want to be with me?"
Arya sobbed out a laugh. She looked into his eyes and kissed him on the cheek.
"You two aren't fucking are you?" she heard as she saw a green face looking through the door.
"That face is green right?" Arya said, closing her eyes tightly, but could still see the glittering in her eyes.
"Yeah, it is," she heard Gendry say softly.
"Please take me home...our home," she whispered to him.
"Of course."
AN:
The Halloween night was originally meant to just be one chapter. After I got into it I realized I had to split it up, and Arya taking acid seemed like a nice cliff hanger. Actually, if I had to go back I would probably structure the whole night in three chapters, so Sansa's party would get its own chapter, but for obvious reasons I liked the Vol.1 and Vol.2 structure for these chapters.
I made Arya blonde for a couple different reasons. I always knew she was going to drop acid on Halloween so I wanted her to reasonably not be able to recognize herself if she was fucked up enough. It let me explore Gendry's perspective on being with someone else for the first time. Moreover, the more I thought about it the more I like the comparison of The Bride and Arya. Also, Tyrion still doesn't know her name, nor would he recognize her right away. Oh, we aren't done with Tyrion yet.
Arya's 'Jessie Pinkman-isque downward spiral' was very interesting to write. I put liquor, ecstasy, and LSD all into Arya so I could validate any behavior in my mind. So, to me, she is drunk through the entire experience, gets all handsy when some of the ecstasy hits her, and then begins to trip in the bathroom obviously. By the way, if you Google "how to deal with someone tripping" you get 11 million hits.
Something you missed: originally Sandor was going to be perform with his band 'The Hounds' at the bar. I couldn't make it work overall though. I did begin to write an original song for 'The Hounds' called Little Bird. The one super terrible lyric I liked were "Little bird, little red-haired bird, you have burned me so well." Also, I mentioned that Arya would get into a fight with a Romanian woman. Yeah, that didn't work. So, you got Sandor getting kicked in the balls, which I believe is better.
"Thank you for slaying the penguin," is one of the best thing I have ever written, in my opinion at least.
Writing this story is teaching Open Office so many fun new words – today it learned Theon and glomp.
This chapter ends with Arya crying on a bathroom floor and that is how Kill Bill Vol. 2 ends. I actually didn't plan that. I did plan on Gendry being the Kool-Aid Man because he kicks down the door.
Thanks to thursdaynext88 for being my beta reader and sorry making you proofread twenty pages of my non-sense. She still struggles against Windows 8.
Thanks again to all my reviewers, followers, and well-wishers. If you like, I like to know :)
I realize I am like a smut cock-tease, constantly having things end very awkwardly.
Next time – I'm not exactly sure. I am toying with some stuff but I promise to at least include the word fuck at least four times.