Note: Jaime x Sansa, AU fic, tumblr prompt fill
Her speech is a little slurred by the time she slips around the corner of the rundown house where the party has been raging for two hours, and runs smack into Jaime Lannister.
She hasn't seen him since she was in foster care, and his bitch of a sister took her in for the meager support paycheck from the state that Sansa never saw a dime of. He was always nice if kind of aloof. Always totally hot too.
"Hey, there," he says, catching her by the arm, as she pretends her knees go out from underneath her, making him play shining white knight to her damsel in distress. "Little tipsy?"
She realizes when she looks up into his green eyes that they're dull, completely void of recognition. He doesn't remember her. But she'd been a redhead then and underage. Not any more.
