“So why did I have to punch that guy?” pick some people i like thanks
“So why did I have to punch that guy?” the stranger asked, turning around and giving Sansa a full view of a very cute face, slightly twisted in confusion.
“I don’t like his face,” Sansa said, peering behind him to where Joffrey was red-faced and reeling from an impulsive, well-placed punch to the jaw. Lancel Lannister, of course, appeared to pull him out before a real fight broke out. “It seemed like a good ice-breaker. I’m Sansa.”
Sansa didn’t like going out to bars, and especially didn’t like going to bars that Joffrey Freaking Baratheon tended to frequent, but she had been cajoled into it for Jeyne’s birthday. She had noticed the little cluster of Dornish boys in the corner of the bar, and the one who identified himself as Edric had been looking her way all night. Jeyne was showing a nice older drunk lady how much fun the dog-face filter was, thoroughly distracted.
It was clear he wasn’t going to talk to her unprompted, so asking him to punch her kinda-ex-boyfriend seemed good to her impulsive, slightly buzzed brain.
“I could have just bought you a drink if you wanted to break the ice,” he said, flustered.
“Ned, come on!” one of his friends called. Sansa recognized him, she thought he might have been dating Myrcella Baratheon.
“Do your friends call you Ned?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink, trying to maintain her confidence. “That’s my dad’s name.” Sansa was not great at flirting, all right.
“That’s going to make it really weird when I ask you to dinner,” she said, holding out her phone, a silent request for his number.