Game of Thrones: Life on Canvas

Chapter 2 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 2

Myrcella sighed as she finally entered her workplace. Already the bar was starting to fill up; it wasn't so bad at this time, but later on, when more people came in, it was a nightmare. Every night was a gamble for the girls working here, when the drinks got to work, some of the more 'aggressive' customers, got rather touchy feely. The bouncers did what they could, but still, it was almost unbearable for Myrcella; not to mention the pay only being just enough for her to survive.

Worse than that however, was the fact that the bar seemed to encourage those perverted men; based on the uniforms the girls had to wear. Myrcella had just entered the back room, where the other girls were already dressed. Their working uniform consisted of a short black skirt, only just reaching mid-thigh, a tight cleavage showing white blouse and black heels.

The other girls were both familiar to her; having worked their longer than her. The first was nineteen with long brown hair, tied in a ponytail and brown eyes, with pale skin. Her name was Jeyne Poole. The second was a foreign woman called Talisa Maegyr; she was the oldest of them at twenty-one. She had light brown skin, long black hair and black eyes. Like Jeyne her hair was in a ponytail.

Both girls knew the pitfalls of the job as well as she did, although it was doubly hard for Jeyne, as she had a boyfriend. Luckily for her, her boyfriend sometimes came to the bar, on those nights, she was perfectly safe. Talisa and Myrcella however, knew they had no such luxury.

Myrcella smiled lightly at the girls who returned her smile; she then turned and began to get dressed for her work. Pulling on the uniform and putting her hair in a ponytail she cringed at the amount of leg she showed, at how her cleavage was displayed. Steeling herself she turned to the others.

"Hey guys, so, you ready?" She asked.

Jeyne nodded. "Yeah, let's go, just be careful, as always."

Myrcella and Talisa shared a look; they noted Jeyne's nervousness, a clear sign her boyfriend wouldn't be coming in tonight.

Talisa gave them both a reassuring smile. "We're ready; we'll make it through this, now, let's go."

So together, they left the back room and headed out into the bar, ready to work. They began taking the customers' orders, giving the orders to the bartender so he could get them all ready, then taking the drinks out to the customers. The job remained routine for the first hour or so, then the place began to draw in more people and Myrcella knew that, like her, the other girls were growing tenser.

It was after all, now time that the usual, troublesome customers began coming in. They knew they had to be extra careful now, knowing that these were the men who usually got a little carried away, once drunk.

They continued work and already Myrcella was edgy, she had overheard Talisa mention that no fewer than three of the customers had tried to grope her. Key word being tried; Talisa was usually the lucky one and most skilled at avoiding the unwanted touches.

Poor Jeyne wasn't as lucky and, when it was just the three of them, during their short break, complained bitterly. Men reaching under her skirt, touching her breasts over or under the blouse, at least, trying to in the latter incident. One had even 'accidentally' touched her leg.

Unlike Myrcella who couldn't find any work elsewhere, Talisa and Jeyne at least had the option of seeking other jobs. Myrcella couldn't help but feel guilty as the only reason they didn't, was because of her. They knew of her situation and refused to leave her alone to work in this environment.

"You guys, I…" She began.

Talisa shook her head however. "Don't start Myrcella; you're our friend."

Jeyne nodded firmly. "Yeah, we're not leaving you to suffer alone. Trust me, we'll be fine."

Myrcella bit her lip but said nothing; she couldn't think of anything else to say. So they resumed work, Myrcella still edgy. That was what saved her when it happened; she had been serving the drinks when she felt the hand trying to slip under her skirt. She immediately jerked away and glared at the young man responsible. He simply grinned at her and looked like he was about to talk.

"Not interested, pig." She snapped before walking away, leaving him glaring after her.

It was immediately after that there was a small commotion and she turned to see Jeyne and Talisa, stepping back, while the bouncers 'escorted' a small group of drunken men out of the premises. Myrcella could guess what had happened, from the relieved looks on the girls faces. The bartender shook his head in disapproval of the men; he usually tried to intervene when the bouncers couldn't.

Myrcella was relieved when finally, her shift was over; she joined Jeyne and Talisa in the back room as they got changed from their uniforms to their normal clothes.

"What exactly happened there by the way?" She asked; concerned.

Jeyne shuddered. "They did their usual stuff, trying to touch me. Then one of them made a…inappropriate suggestion to me. I told him I wasn't interested I had a boyfriend."

Talisa nodded and then added. "They didn't believe her, so I tried to intervene, they extended their 'offer' to me too. I refused and they grabbed us; that was when the bouncers got them."

Myrcella cringed, horrified at that. "That was pretty close."

"Tell me about it, at least it's over…for today anyway." Jeyne replied. "Plus pigs like that aren't as common as the ones that just try to touch you. They're easier to deal with."

Myrcella just nodded, trust Jeyne to see the bright side of even this bleak situation. Finally ready they collected their wages and headed off, returning to their homes. When Myrcella reached her apartment block, she did not go straight to her apartment, she had to speak to the landlord first. She knocked on his door and waited. He soon answered, smiling kindly when he saw her.

"Myrcella, nice to see you again." He said.

She smiled back, handing over the money. "Here's the rent for this month…oh and, the hot water's not working again."

The landlord nodded sadly; they both knew he could only do so much after all.

Saying goodbye Myrcella headed up to her apartment and once inside, let out a sigh.

'Gods I hate this, having to put up with that…awful job. If only there was something else; but, until my art starts to bring in real money; I'm stuck with it.' She thought mournfully.

Shaking her head she quickly got ready for bed and lay down, pulling all the blankets she had bundled on top of the bed, over her. Trying to keep warm; no easy task as the apartment seemed to be even colder at night. As usual, before falling asleep, she prayed hopefully that tomorrow would be a better day.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.