Who do you think. Us if we beat Brandon to the punch.

Lyan "Ned and Benjen's Bodyguard" Stark

He's already constantly off balance from the liquor. You could take out his knees.

Lyan "Oh look, a dragon" Stark

"Rhaegar." Cocks a brow, barely hiding that famous wolfish grin.

Gives his little brother a grin, and ruffles his hair. "Smart thinkin', kiddo. But you better book it right after."

Is that his jaw on the floor? No, what are you even.. "Fuck my life."

"Shut up, Benji."

They look g-cough-good. They look damn good. Lyan needs water.

Good boy. Here's a twenty.

I'll throw in a ten if you don't and pretend you never saw us.

Is he pretending he can't hear the Duran Duran or?

Tucks himself right under @CARRIEDDAWN's arm and passes out. He looks a bit rough and scraped up, don't ask why.

"Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴇss ɢʀɪᴇᴠᴏᴜs ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs." -Oʟᴅᴇʀ, Mᴏᴅᴇʀɴ Jᴏɴ Sɴᴏᴡ -GᴏT/ASᴏIᴀF -Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ Kᴇɴᴢ

Jon Jaehaerys Arthur Snow.

Walks through the penthouse shirtless, lit cigarette in his mouth, tuning a guitar.

Pulls the cigarette from behind his ear and puts it behind his ear. "Bite me, June."

"It's the wolf blood." Shoots a wink before plucking out a few chords, making sure the guitar is tuned properly.

"I ain't handin' em over."

"I've been tackled by meaner."