AN: I know, the party scene should have been written lonnng ago, just one more chapter, I promise! ~Foxy
Chapter six: Dany
She could hear the men's voices from the kitchen, making taunts and questioning one another's masculinity. If she were to lean from the doorway, she could see several men sitting at their breakfast table alongside Viserys, but she only knew four: there was of course was her brother, their landlord Illyrio Mopatis, her newest history teacher Professor Jorah Mormont, and a man by the name of Khal Drogo. There was another man they called 'Daario', and he flirted with her relentlessly. But it wasn't as bad as Drogo and Jorah staring at her from where they sat, both appeared to be extremely infatuated, and this made her feel uncomfortable.
"Dany, come here please."
She left the suds filled sink, wiping her hands on her apron, "yes, brother?"
"Come over here and sit on your brother's lap," Viserys blurted out, clearly intoxicated as he patted his knee. "Come on."
Dany looked around at the other men with a terribly confused look, and they watched her simply for her reaction. She slowly stepped over to her smiling sibling, who extended his arms and latched on to her waist, pulling the petite girl down onto his legs.
"You're so pretty tonight- isn't she pretty, boys?"
They all audibly agreed and went back to their cards or snacks. She tried to get up several times, but every attempt was cut off by his greedy, pressing hands. And he even pinched her rear, causing her to jump up and hit her kneecap on the underside of the table.
"Here Drogo," he gargled out, passing her over to the other man with a push, "hold that while I take a piss."
He didn't argue, taking her onto his knee, and pretty much dwarfing her. Drogo said nothing, dragging his large hands through her ponytail and staring at his cards. Jorah leaned toward her, examining her face with a beer in his hand.
"I don't think you were in class today," he took a sip, "I won't tell your brother though- Just as long as you show up next time."
"Thank you, sir." She squeaked out, and he nodded, sitting back into the chair and glaring at the bigger man who at this point, had put his hand onto her bare thigh. Dany made skiddish movements at Drogo's touch, pushing herself from his grip. "I- I have to- um- the oven! It went off-"
And he released her without a word. She tried to climb over Daario, who winked at her while caressing her waist, causing her to run into the kitchen while holding back embarrassed tears. Her phone dinged from the counter, where it was charging, and on its screen was a text from Missie.
Missie:[text] 1 more hour~:):):)Renly says its gonna b at this old factory. Cool right? Hey, did u find something cute?
She lifted it to respond, watching the doorway carefully in case her brother had returned for her.
Dany:[text]I don't think I own anything cute enough, unless sweaters are cute?
Missie:[text] No. wear something sparkly.
Dany:[text] I don't have anything like that. Got a dress to spare?
Missie:[text] ya, just bring that hot ass of urs and Ill work some magic~**;D
Dany:[text] K, ttyl?
Missie:[text]u know it!
Dany turned off the screen and sat it upside down, so that nobody would be tempted to dig through it. She pulled the small cakes out of the oven and coated them in lemon-zested icing, bringing the plates out to the grabby men. She didn't even set it down before they started going stir-crazy and fighting over the delectable squares.
"Drogo's staying the night," Viserys demanded sleepily through bites, "make the bed in the guest room."
She froze up. The guest room was beside hers, and if had wanted to visit her in the night, he would discover her bed empty. Not only did the possibility of her plan going wrong scare her, but the idea of a man entering her room at night terrified her. But the brunette nodded anyway, setting the remainder of the cakes onto the table before flying up the stairs.
The decorative covers were drawn back and replace with cleaner ones. She cracked the window a bit, letting the dusty smell out of the room. The alarm clock read 11:21 in menacing red letters, and she returned downstairs to start cleaning up, and hopefully, send the party home. She returned to the kitchen for her cellphone, smiling suspiciously at her guests who were too drunk to notice.
Viserys was out cold on the table, head cradled between shot glasses and cheap beer bottles. Daario and the other two pushed back their chairs and were kind enough to help clear the table- although not sober another to put their bottles and cans into the recyclables rather than the actual trash. They left without a word, waving bye to the hostess- Daario kissed her cheek, and the others followed drunkenly, pressing their beer-laced lips to her face for no other reason than seeing the first guy do it.
Drogo roused Viserys, who simplely sat his head up and stared about the room through half-lidded eyes; picking himself up, and walking to the couch, where he remained for the night. Dany motioned to the large, tanned man, who finished his shot and followed her upstairs, showing no immediate signs of inebriation.
"This is your room."
No answer.
"Well- good night!" And she rushed out, shutting the door behind her, leaving a silently confused Drogo. She immediately went to the shower, tying her hair up and away from the water stream so that she may rinse her body free of sweat and makeup. Sliding a robe on, she grabbed her make-up bag and curler, strutting into her room while looking down the steps to make sure Viserys was still on the couch.
The girl had shut her door, and locked it, leaving behind it a darkened, sleepy house. Next Dany sat at her vanity and plugged in her pink-handled curling iron, going immediately into the task of making a subtle smoky-eye. Curled what she could in the time allowed; running to her dresser for a matching set of panties- maybe tonight was her lucky night? Definitely a strapless bra- who knew what Missie had in store for her. The girl slid on her robe again, picking up her phone with nervously excited fingers.
Dany:[text]K, I'm ready to go. Everything is going swimmingly!
Missie:[text] haha wat? me 2, meet u at that sign, k?
Dany:[text] K
Her phone went into her small handbag, followed by lipstick, powder, and a pocket knife she had stolen from her brother over a year ago. She tied the belt tightly around her belly, and went to the window and tugged. It didn't budge. Tugged again. Nothing.
Upon further examination it was clear that Viserys had nailed it shut, causing her stomach to lurch. Why must he ruin everything? Every little inkling of happiness she had, he took into his merciless hands and snuffed it out. She couldn't go out his bedroom WINDOW, for it resided over nothing except the sidewalk- and Dany could not afford to break her legs. The guest room window lead out onto the roof, but it was currently occupied by someone. As was the living room, crossing out the front door as well as the side door from her list. She would have to chance something.
The light flickered off with a swipe of her hand, and her door creaked opened, allowing a small dark figure to creep out and down the dark stairs. Dany walked pasted the couch where her brother's snores could be heard, careful not to bump any furniture, lest she wake him. She reached the door, hand sitting on the knob, when she suddenly realized that the fridge door was opened, producing a white light that unveiled her hiding place. Drogo stood at the source of the light, chewing on whatever was left of her cakes, and staring directly at the petrified girl.
Dany lifted a shaky finger to her lips, and he nodded in approval, depositing another bite into his mouth, and turning back towards the food. Whether he knew what that had meant or not, Dany's life was depending on it, and she knew it, especially as she was closing the front door behind her, and running out in the streets in her slippers.
It was freezing out, and puddles were beginning to crystalize; Dany cursed her bathrobe for not providing efficient warmth. But thankfully, Missies car sat just down the road, and she threw open the door and hopped in without a second thought- it was warm inside, and also loud- for Renly and two of his friends were giggling in the back. Missie handed her something through the dark, and from its rough exterior, it was clear that it was a party dress.
"Shoes are in the trunk," Missie beamed excitedly, turning up whatever female rap song was playing. But Dany grimaced, sliding out of her robe.
"Don't you have some Marina and the Diamonds- or Lorde? Something like that?" The brunette shivered, zipping up the dress as best as she could around her seatbeat. "Eminem?"
"You're taste in music sucks, bro," called Renly, receiving a laugh from- his sister? Whoever the female was in the back.
"Nice to see you again too, Renly."
"No fighting," Missie warned, turning to Dany, lifting a perfectly sculpted brow, "he's right though, your taste in music kind of sucks."
"So wait- where is this place again?"
"The abandoned cement factory? Right Renly?" No response. "Yep, thanks Ren."
"What?" He finally asked upon hearing his nickname.
"I just asked you a fucking question, you ingrate." Missie stated, pealing down the road at a speed that definitely wasn't on the limit signs.
"I wasn't listening, say it again."
"How many people do you think are going?" Dany asked while warming her hands in front of the vents, "there can't be that many freshmen at our school."
"A lot." Missie answered, "I hope they have some fires or something because it's fucking cold."
"My nipples are like diamonds," stated the other male from the back.
"Thanks for that mental image, Loras." Missie groaned turning down a dirt road, clearly aggravated with the group in the back. The road was long, and pitch black. Dany scared herself with the idea of a creature running out in front of the car's lights, killing all of them before they could reverse.
That was weird. Don't act like that, or nobody will dance with you, she reminded herself.
Nearly ten minutes later, parked cars began to appear, as well as people exiting them and stumbling in the dark. A glow could be seen from further down, and all the teens in the car began to bounce and rock excitedly- like a child when their parents were attempting to find a parking spot at a theme park. Missie slowed her car into an empty slot, and began to worry about a drunk-driver hitting it.
"It's ugly, who cares," stated Renly hopping out from the back.
"It's the only one I got, dumb-ass. My Dad would totally flip if it got a dent." A group of kids called her name in greeting and she waved. This made Dany worry about whether or not she was Missie's real BFF, after all, someone that popular would have a ton- right?
A loud and poorly constructed howl came from behind them, and a boy bounced off the front of a work truck, beating his chest wildly.
"Never fear ladies, the Stark boys are here," the kid sang, wrapping his arm around Missie, who scrunched her face in disgust. It was her tormentor from earlier.
"Oh gawd. Who invited this freak?" She wrung his arm until he released her, smiling crookedly as he crossed his achy arms. He stood for a second and stared at her breasts- who could blame him though? They were pushed up and amazing.
"Come on, Theon," called a red-head from the truck, adjusting his leather coat with a broken smile. "None of those ladies are drunk enough to sleep with your ugly mug."
Dany returned from the back with some strappy heels on, finally seeing her dressing the light. It was a fiery red, strap-less body-con sequin dress, that fell to her mid-thigh and had sections cut out along the belly. She felt as hot as she looked, and even Missie gushed about it, fixing her curls.
Dany glanced up and her eyes met another's. Stepping out of the work truck to retrieve the keys was her mystery boy, adorned in a tight v-neck and jeans; pushing back his hair as he sized their group up. He recognized Missie from class, but couldn't figure out who she was. The red-head in a leather jacket gawked too, sauntering over with an extended arm.
"You look like you need an escort." He smiled warmly, looking her up-and-down once more, "I'm Robb."
"Thank you," she let out the worst giggle, one that let on how awkward she really was, "I'm Dany."
They led the way, and the rest of the group followed nosily, except one, who stared towards the earth, desperate to shut everything out. Dany tried her hardest not to trip over the dry grass, falling onto Robb with apologizes.
Music was exiting the broken window of the factory, and making the earth throb; entering the spider web covered doors was more reminiscent of a haunted house than an actual club. The hallway snaked down for many yards underground, and there was rarely any lighting along its dingy walls.
Robb's breath buzzed into her ear as his hand grabbed her waist. "You can hold onto me if you're scared."
And she did, because she was. This was the lion's den she was entering, a dangerous place to be a woman. Good thing she had grouped up with boys- or were they just hungry wolves?