High Society

King's Landing

Cersei 
Finishing another photoshoot Cersei found one of her husband's bottles of wine. He was at the airport picking up his boyfriend Ned Stark. The door opens and Jaime walks in dressed in his signature leather jacket and sunglasses. Obviously, he just got off the set. Jaime was Cersei's adopted brother, an actor and the father of her children. No one knew of course. Robert would divorce her in a second and neither Cersei nor Jaime would get work again. Tywin would disown them or her at least. Not Jaime, never Jaime. No, they would spin it so Cersei manipulated and raped him but that wasn't the case as was obvious from the way he was kissing her neck.

"When will he be back?" Jaime moans.

"Another hour at least. He'll take them sightseeing." She responds and no more words were spoken as they rushed upstairs.

Arya

Boring. King's landing was boring. Robb and Theon were looking at KLU so Arya was stuck with Sansa, Rickon and Bitchy, blonde and boring. Marcella and Tommen Baratheon were okay. boring but tolerable. Joffrey though. Arya was tempted to order Nymeria to bite his arm off so he had something to really complain about.

Sansa thought the sun shone out of his ass though. He didn't seem to care either way but Sansa was hanging on every word.  Because of this Arya knew that he was a senior at King's Landing High, class president, captain of the football team blah blah blah. The Baratheons were the most boring people in the world. Robert was okay but he always talked about girls and drinking and the good old days. So boring. At some point, they were walking around their old party places and Arya hears the sounds of guitar and drums and wanders off. The others were to busy to notice.

She wandered over to an auto shop where the music was coming from to see a fat guy on a drumkit a tall dark haired muscled guy playing the guitar and a blond scrawny kid on bass. They sound good but the bass was off.

"Hotpie you aren't even trying." The blonde kid stops and get's annoyed at the drummer.

"You haven't even learnt the chords Lommy. You can't bitch at him." The guitarist says.

"I only joined this band to get chicks and obviously we aren't getting any chicks with this shit. Find someone else." The blonde Lommy quits and storms past Arya.

"He wasn't any good anyway," Arya comments walking in and sitting on an amp.

"Who the hell are you?" The guitarist asks.

"Look man just go away we don't need some rich kid thinking he's better than us." The drummer says looking at Arya. They think she's a dude. Looking down she grins when she realises she does look like a dude.

"I'm Arry. And I play bass better than that bitch."

"We're a serious band kid." The guitarist tells her staring. He had blue eyes. Like really blue.

"Give me a chance. I bet I'm better that Lommy ever could be."

"You don't know anything about us. We don't know anything about you." He responds.

"we have a gig in a month Gendry. If we cancel my dad is making me quit the band and work at his bakery. Which wouldn't be so bad but it isn't music. Just let him audition." The fat drummer says to blue eyes. Gendry.

"Fine. Show us what you got." Gendry says and Arya picks up the bass the kid left behind. It was cheap and bad quality and right handed but it'll do Arya learnt to play both ways. She was better left but still twice as good as the blonde even playing it backwards.  She starts playing sympathy for the devil. It was the last song she did with Jon so it was fresh in her mind. She killed it obviously and both teenage guys were impressed.