"Mmh..." She enjoyed another sip of her drink. Nice and cool, refreshing.
"Ah, here we are, lad. Nice and steady now..." A young fellow with a bow had an arrow nocked and ready to let fly, attempting to steady it for the nearby target. "There ya are! Oh?" An arrow struck the bull's eye, but it turned out to be a young girl who was actually farther from the target than he was. He gave chase. "Hah! The nerve on her... you ever try archery before?"
"No, it looks fun though!"
"It is, tried it once before at camp, I was pretty good at it too. Maybe we'll give it a try someday, huh?"
"I'd like that!"
"Hah-hey! Sean Bean! There he is! Muh man!"
"He's Arya's dad, the girl who hit the target."
"Nice, he's had her trained well it seems. Fine little archer."
"I bet he makes a good father. I think she's lucky. Going to get to learn how to handle a sword too!"
"Nice... say," he began as he poured another shot, "Where's your dad? I guess your folks divorced, huh?"
"Uh... n-not exactly..."
"Oh... uh... sorry."
"It's okay. I... never really knew him. Still... must be nice... having a daddy."
"Heh, not always..." He tipped his shot glass back again, that time pausing a moment with his glass of water in-hand, savoring the flavor as well as the burn, before finally chasing. "Thaaaaat's the ticket..."
"I-I guess so... if my dad was like Rick..." She shook her head, "I mean, he treats me nice, but... he seems downright cruel to you."
"It is what it is." He shrugged. "He's passed his judgement. Done deal... hopefully I'll be outta here within the month let alone a year."
"O-oh... you're planning to leave soon?"
"When I've got a steady income? Yup. What I got now... it wouldn't last me long without money coming in. Borrowed time, don't wanna risk getting caught with my pants down. If my money runs out and I still haven't found a job, I'm screwed." Another shrug.
"Y-yeah... that must be tough..."
"Being an adult ain't easy. Enjoy your teens while ya can, youngster."
"Hee, 'youngster,' almost sounds likeyou'remy dad... I think you'd make a good father."
"Oh yeah? Sweet o' ya to say." Already he was starting to feel the warmth in him as the booze worked its magic. On top of the beer and the shot of whiskey, yeah it was giving him a decent buzz. He poured another for later.
Julie noticed his cheeks were quite pink, she thought it made him look even more handsome... it felt strange, being alone in her room, in fact home alone, with such a big man. But well, he's her step-brother, so... it's okay.
"Well, you fancy sitting on daddy's lap, then? Hah-hah." He pat his lap, joking, expecting her to quickly decline.
"Y-yeah! Sure..." She rose, smiling, and took another sip of her drink.
"Oh? Hah, well, alright." He felt her modest weight come down on his lap where he'd pat himself, and found that he didn't particularly know where to put his hands. He left them on the bed as he watched the screen over her bright blonde head.
She smells nice...
"Is it... uncomfortable?" He asked.
"No," She shook her head and looked over her shoulder to him. "You?"
"Nope, I'm good. Not every day I get to have a pretty girl sit on my lap. Hah, are we really gonna do this 'daddy' thing?"