you tell me you’re tipsy; i tell you you’re pretty[jonxsansa, modern au; texting au, ~5k]
for @goodqueenalys, because i read in one of her reblog tags that she could use a pick-me-up this week
(title from “text me in the morning,” by neon trees)
SANSA: I’m so sexually frustrated that I just annihilated my dinner.
MARGAERY: …with your vagina?
SANSA: No, Margaery, not ~with my vagina~
SANSA: I just stuffed my face because I have no other way to deal with my frustration. I’m eating my problems.
MARGAERY: did you do that thing where you insist on fitting a forkful of every entree and side into your mouth all at once?
SANSA: At one point I had half a filet and what I’m quite sure was a whole potato in my mouth.
MARGAERY: i can’t believe you’re single
SANSA: Single and ready to bone.
MARGAERY: i believe the word you’re looking for is MINGLE, you lush