Who: The Lannisters What: Playing family at a social event in honour of Joanna Lannister's charity foundation When: Tuesday evening Where: St Regis, Laguna Beach Rating: TBA Status: Incomplete
The invitation to this event had fluttered into Tywin's home a couple of months ago along with the ones for the children - as if they still lived with him in the Hamptons. As if Tywin still lived there himself. Somebody hadn't done their research properly which made him wonder briefly how everything else was run at that foundation. Not as sloppily as this incident suggested, he hoped. For their sake.
He wanted to decline. He couldn't decline. He would have liked to cancel, because he had better things to do than attend public displays of self-indulgence and unmerited shoulder-patting, but the only reason that would have been valid was if he'd dropped dead somewhere. Not quite there yet. Which meant he had to attend. Which meant the children had to as well.
Seated at a table at the front, Tywin appeared to be listening to the speeches and anecdotes when in truth he didn't hear a single word. He was good enough at faking it, though. Nodding appreciatively and clapping at the right places, managing to handle forks and knives without incident even though he was pumped so full of painkillers that he could barely see straight. There were good days and then there were bad days. Tonight just happened to be one of those days where he would have preferred to stay in.
As the waiters cleared the plates, another somebody decided they simply had to share what was on their precious mind with the world while they waited for the next course, and Tywin's hand tightened around his napkin on the table briefly. Discontent made itself known in the tiny twitch of an eyebrow and the slightly forced exhale as he reached for the water glass.