WHO: Trish Wellington & Jaime Lannister WHERE: Jaime’s place (most likely, since Trish’s is a mess) WHEN: July 30, 2011 | Late-morning...ish? WHAT: Trish wakes up STATUS: Incomplete RATING: TBA
Trish could only remember three things about the night before; booze, Jaime and sex (not particularly in that order). She was lying in bed, although she couldn’t remember if it was his or hers with her eyes still closed. She didn’t want to wake up just yet, waking up meant reality and reality was a bitch. So what if Jaime had called her by his sister’s name every single time last night? It could be worse, couldn’t it? Yes, it was creepy, but Jaime was well...Jaime. Him saying Cersei’s name during sex, really shouldn’t have been unexpected. It wasn’t like she and Jaime were an item or anything.
Besides it was good sex. Really good sex, so in the grand scheme of things what did names really matter? Trish couldn’t help but desperately wish she hadn’t let out a ‘Henry,’ last night. She would die on the spot if she did, new beginnings isn’t that what the hair dying and everything was about? They both needed a fresh start, even if it was in the middle of an apocalypse.
Trish stretched slightly, her eyes still closed. Her head was starting to pound. Maybe she’d be the nice one due to all her feminine qualities and make breakfast...or lunch, or something. Trish had prided herself on being able to cook, her father couldn’t, her sister couldn’t – her mother had been able to cook but did it rarely as they actually had a chef and assistant on staff. Breakfast or not she needed to get up and get an advil, there were some in her purse wherever that was.
When she opened her eyes she was turned away from Jaime, and she didn’t even bother looking back at him as she slowly eased herself off the bed. She was somewhat clothed and for that she was thankful. She knelt down on the ground, pushing the rest of her clothes and shoes aside looking for her purse.
That was when she turned around, Trish’s brow furrowed in confusion, and then her eyes widened in horror and she leapt out of the bed, nearly tripping over herself in the process. It wasn’t Jaime who was lying in bed it was...Cersei.
Trish’s hands flew to her mouth, but they barely managed the muffle the cry of panic and confusion she made.