“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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“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.”