Who: Clara Oswald and Tyrion Lannister What: Having a drink together. When: Thursday, October 23 Where: The Hanged Man Warnings: TBD Status: In progress
Tyrion was slowly becoming accustomed to Storybrooke and all of its modern conveniences. Not that he believed that the way he had lived prior to his time in Storybrooke was anything less than convenient. But he certainly understood that this way of living was far different, and could be considered to be more, for a lack of better word, convenient than the life he had been living in Westeros.
He hadn't liked Storybrooke in the beginning. He hadn't liked the vast differences between this town and his home, but he understood that he could never go home again. Even if he was sent back from Storybrooke, he could never return to King's Landing again. His sister believed that he had killed Joffrey. He had gone and killed Shae and his father. He could never return, despite how much he would miss his brother Jaime. The only member of his family that he ever truly liked, who had ever liked him.
But now he was growing used to the town, and he knew he was safe from his sister here. Yes, there was a wildling from his world here, but she didn't seem to be causing any trouble. As accustomed to Storybrooke as he was becoming, he did feel the strong urge for a good ale now and then. And some good company. Which was why he had invited Clara along to The Hanged Man for a drink or two.
He slowly made his way toward the establishment, and chose a chair that seemed a little more easy for him to get into than the barstools at the bar. While someone of his stature didn't seem to draw too much attention in this town, the town des definitely not made for someone as short as he. Once the waitres came over to take his order, he asked for a stout ale. It would suffice for now.