So, it seemed as if my Muse was gone again, I thought it would take some time to get it back, but then I randomly read the word "drunk" while I was on Twitter and it was like a light bulb lit up in my mind. At the beginning I had this idea of Brienne getting drunk (could still use it for another fic), but then I came up with this scenario and changed it to Jaime. It's not exactly as I wanted it and maybe it's a bit OOC, but I hope you have fun reading it. :)
Brienne caught Jaime just before his drunken stumbling steps could make him fall face down, golden hair hiding his profile for a moment, before he turned his head towards her, "I'm so sorry about... this," he apologised as he leaned against her, but Brienne was still cross with him: he had booked one of the best restaurants in town, told her it was going to be a special night, he had even bought her a dress especially for the occasion - but since their date had started he had seemed strangely nervous and quiet, drinking more than his usual glass of wine, and then... "I-I didn' mean to, I had it all planned Brienne I swear, the perfect nigh' but," despite the state he was in he still had enough control to not let his words slur much, she noticed impressed, a small smile threatening to curl the corners of her mouth in spite of the disappointment she was feeling as she looked at his infuriatingly gorgeous face, his eyes honest and apologetic behind the alcoholic haze, "I was nervous an' I listened to Tyrion's stupid advice that drinkin' would help me ge' the words ou', instea' I got drunk and I couldn't propose anymo' and I ruined everyth-", Brienne suddenly let go of Jaime, grabbing him by the arm again just as he was about to flop to the ground by tripping over his own steps, "You- W-what?!"