Robb had known Amy for quite some time now, their friendship forming over years of brothers playing jokes on one another, first starting years ago when Theon and Robb wanted to see how flustered Jon would be when faced with a girl. They'd joked that no girl would be as pretty as Jon himself, with that fair skin and those raven curls of his, but Amy had proved them wrong. It was only a matter of time before Jon had retaliated in kind, but his half-brother had taken considerably more pleasure from the experience, enough to continue the tradition.
And that was the reason for the call - it was Jon's going away party, and their last chance to have a go at him before he ran off to enlist. It wasn't an opportunity they could pass up, and Robb was quick to volunteer to make the call. Her voice made him smile from the moment he picked up.
"Guess who," he told her, making only the barest effort to disguise his voice.
The Starks were a very tight knit family, something she had already learned when she first met them. But she was used to their teasing. In a way she did best with that kind of dynamic. While she was definitely a girl who dressed the part with her short skirts, she very much was relaxed with the group of boys. So when news of Jon's farewell party got around, there was no question that she would be in attendance. Besides maybe they could actually get him to pop his cherry.
So when Robb's name popped up on her mobile, there was a quick smirk before she flipped it open. "I was wondering when I would get this call," she replied. No hello, just a flirtation in her voice already.
“Ah, so you’ve heard,” Robb exclaimed as if it had never occurred to him. Of course they hadn’t hidden the plans or bothered to keep it quiet; when did they ever? Most days, they did the exact opposite, and this time, they’d made it a point that everyone would know if only to see poor Jon’s frustration with them.
“Obviously we’ll be needing entertainment,” he continued cheerfully. “He’s going to be joining the military soon, you know, and they don’t let the soldiers enjoy things like they used to. We’ve decided to make sure he knows exactly what he’ll be missing. Are you in?”
She laid back on the plush bed, only in t-shirt and underwear. Amy had been mostly lounging around the flat before he had called her, and certainly the topic at hand was enough to make her pause. Not in a bad way, but those Stark boys...
"Hmm?" She snapped out of the thought when he asked her. "Yeah, of course. Though I'm not entirely sure what capacity you want me there for. And if it's just for him."
Be honest, Robb. There was a playful tone to her voice, begging to go deeper on the subject. Jon was sweet and definitely a looker, but it was Robb on the phone with her now, and he wasn't quite as innocent as the other Stark. Or at least he wouldn't be if he was at all suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. At the very least he wanted her to get a few of her mates to come over, scantily clad no doubt, and visually remind him of the girls he'll be missing.
“Maybe it isn’t just for him,” Robb admitted slyly, a smirk turning up the corner of his lip. He never could get much past her, could he? But that had always been part of the fun.
“You know our Jon,” he continued with an exaggerated sigh. “He puts more attention into his hair than to girls. We’d like to change that for one night, and you know best how to do that.” From the teasing, it was evident that Robb was going to enjoy every moment of making his half-brother as uncomfortable as possible. “You should bring some of your lovely friends along, give him a good show, eh?”
There was a half chuckle at his admittance, though she's not sure who else she would bring. Melody maybe, if there's enough trouble to get into there. That means a definite trip to the liquor store. Might as well go big, right? Already her brain was turning, trying to think of other things. She hummed in thought.
"I'll see what I could do. It might just be Melody, but at the very least I'll wear something to make his jaw drop. And yours," Amy added, putting more emphasis on the fact she wanted to see him. She rolled onto her back, smirking to herself about it. She could give a show alright.
“Excellent. I knew I could count on you, Amy,” he said with a fond smile. There are number of things something like that could mean, and Robb was eager to find out. The look on Jon’s face will be more than worth it - as well as the look of whatever she had in store for them both.
“I do hope this isn’t interrupting anything, last minute plans and all that.”
"Nah," she shrugged it away as if he were there. Leaning back on her bed, Amy exhales comfortably as she settles into the bed. "There were a few other places I could have gone, but for you? How can I pass this up?"
She had been invited other places. One girl is having a party, another wants to drive to the city to go to the clubs, but those are typical Friday night things she can do whenever. It's not everyday Robb Stark phones you up, asking for you to bring your best. "So just so I know... Are we talking short skirts or were you thinking something different?"
“You flatter me,” he said, pleasure rippling through him and into his voice. “If you could pull it off, and I have no doubt that you could, I was thinking of bringing the whole shebang. It’s not every day your younger brother goes running off to war, you know,” Robb confided, leaning back in his chair. There were a million possibilities running through his mind, all of them tempting, and not simply for poor Jon’s sake.
“It’s frankly incredible he’s gotten this far and yet still managed to avoid seeing your best, and we’re out to change that. We want to see that look in his eyes that says he regrets ever being born to us, but wouldn’t change it for the world - you know the one, where he gets all dramatic and pretends to hate his life for being so flustered? If there’s anyone I know who can do that, it’s you and your girls. So...” He looked up at the ceiling, a contemplative smile on his face. “Short skirts, and the more interesting stuff underneath to give him a good show? I don’t think the boy’s ever seen anything of the sort.”
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And that was the reason for the call - it was Jon's going away party, and their last chance to have a go at him before he ran off to enlist. It wasn't an opportunity they could pass up, and Robb was quick to volunteer to make the call. Her voice made him smile from the moment he picked up.
"Guess who," he told her, making only the barest effort to disguise his voice.
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So when Robb's name popped up on her mobile, there was a quick smirk before she flipped it open. "I was wondering when I would get this call," she replied. No hello, just a flirtation in her voice already.
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“Obviously we’ll be needing entertainment,” he continued cheerfully. “He’s going to be joining the military soon, you know, and they don’t let the soldiers enjoy things like they used to. We’ve decided to make sure he knows exactly what he’ll be missing. Are you in?”
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"Hmm?" She snapped out of the thought when he asked her. "Yeah, of course. Though I'm not entirely sure what capacity you want me there for. And if it's just for him."
Be honest, Robb. There was a playful tone to her voice, begging to go deeper on the subject. Jon was sweet and definitely a looker, but it was Robb on the phone with her now, and he wasn't quite as innocent as the other Stark. Or at least he wouldn't be if he was at all suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. At the very least he wanted her to get a few of her mates to come over, scantily clad no doubt, and visually remind him of the girls he'll be missing.
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“You know our Jon,” he continued with an exaggerated sigh. “He puts more attention into his hair than to girls. We’d like to change that for one night, and you know best how to do that.” From the teasing, it was evident that Robb was going to enjoy every moment of making his half-brother as uncomfortable as possible. “You should bring some of your lovely friends along, give him a good show, eh?”
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"I'll see what I could do. It might just be Melody, but at the very least I'll wear something to make his jaw drop. And yours," Amy added, putting more emphasis on the fact she wanted to see him. She rolled onto her back, smirking to herself about it. She could give a show alright.
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“I do hope this isn’t interrupting anything, last minute plans and all that.”
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She had been invited other places. One girl is having a party, another wants to drive to the city to go to the clubs, but those are typical Friday night things she can do whenever. It's not everyday Robb Stark phones you up, asking for you to bring your best. "So just so I know... Are we talking short skirts or were you thinking something different?"
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“It’s frankly incredible he’s gotten this far and yet still managed to avoid seeing your best, and we’re out to change that. We want to see that look in his eyes that says he regrets ever being born to us, but wouldn’t change it for the world - you know the one, where he gets all dramatic and pretends to hate his life for being so flustered? If there’s anyone I know who can do that, it’s you and your girls. So...” He looked up at the ceiling, a contemplative smile on his face. “Short skirts, and the more interesting stuff underneath to give him a good show? I don’t think the boy’s ever seen anything of the sort.”