Who: Jaime Lannister & Eric Packer What: Frozen dessert with special topping When: Backdated to Friday, 13 July Where: Newport Beach Rating: Low Status: Incomplete
Sleep failed him more often now, not once or twice a week but four times, five. What did he do when this happened? He did not take long walks into the scrolling dawn. There was no friend he loved enough to harrow with a call-*
Wait, no. Eric had slept deeply, soundly. Only in his dreams did he have trouble sleeping. Back in New York he'd had trouble sleeping when he was just a small wheel in the Lannister money-making machine. How did he know he had been dreaming? Because in his dream he'd been sleepless in New York, reading Einstein in German and poetry - Eric hadn't touched poetry since that deranged remains of what the money-making machine had spat out decided to blame him for everything that had gone wrong in its sad little life.
He worked all morning, watching numbers on screens, shaping their future. He spent the afternoon organising a trip to Singapore and after that business was concluded, he left his office to meet up with Jaime. He'd meant to invite Jaime along but Prince Charming already had plans to spend the rest of the month basking in the Tuscan sun.
It was too early for drinks but warm enough for two bowls of ice cream topped with sprinkles (white for Eric, pink for Jaime) and several healthy tablespoonfuls of Baileys.
"A vacation in Italy? That is so old-money of you," he quipped as he scraped a layer of ice cream off the top.