Imagine: Getting drunk with your brother, Tyrion, to get your mind off of your soon-to-be husband, Robb, who dislikes you because you’re a Lannister.
A/N: I thoroughly enjoyed writing this! :P
“Hello brother!” You say, walking into your older brother, Tyrion’s chambers.
“Y/N,” He greets, “Are you drunk?”
“Not yet,” You laugh, “I’m just getting started.”
“Alright, what’s wrong?” He asks, gesturing for you to sit down on the seat next to him.
“What makes you think something is wrong?”
“My little sister may be a Lannister, but she sure doesn’t drink like one. Unless there’s something wrong. So what is it?”
“The pretty Stark boy who I’m betrothed to is what’s wrong,” You take a large gulp from the chalice of wine in your hand.
“Now now, what did Robb Stark do to my poor little sister?” Tyrion asks with faux-empathy.
“He won’t even look at me,” You say, refilling your chalice, “How am I supposed to marry a man who won’t even look at me?!”
“Won’t look at you?! How can he even keep his eyes off of you?”
You laugh, “You know I’m not one for flattery my dear brother. But I’m a Lannister, so he hates me.”
“Well we could put his head on a pike if you’d like,” He jokes.
“As much as our nephew would enjoy that, I’d rather have my future husband be alive,” You laugh, your words are beginning to slur slightly.
“Well, why not forget about him and focus on this lovely beverage in your hand?”
“Sounds like a good plan to me.”
You spend the next few hours getting absolutely wasted with your brother and laughing until your sides hurt, forgetting about all your problems with your soon-to-be husband.
Tyrion is in the middle of another stupid joke when the door opens, “Well hello other big brother!”
“Y/N you are incredibly drunk,” Jamie deadpans.
“I’m not that drunk Jamie,” You hiccup.
“I can hear your laughter from my chambers,” He laughs, rolling his eyes and taking the chalice from your hands, and helping you out of your seat, “Let’s get you back to your chambers; you need to get some rest.”
“Fine,” You drawl, grasping your brother’s arm for support, and bidding goodbye to Tyrion.