She felt like she was five seconds from collapsing on the floor. Her feet were numb, she hadn't eaten anything since 4 am in the morning (coffee and half a muffin), she literally smelled like death and she had not closed her eyes for the last 48 hrs but still Arya Stark stood in the middle of the party drinking shot after shot.

It was Annual Winterfell Halloween Party organized by her mother so how could she miss it? Really? How could she miss it when Catelyn Stark had gone and fetched her herself at the end of her shift?

"Family-Duty-Honor. That means you're coming to my party young girl!"—Catelyn had repeated endlessly the pass week via phone call, text message, fax and every social media existent.

Don't pin her down as a goody two-shoes. Arya's relationship with her mother was more of that of an ex-con with his parole officer. She was the first one to leave home but still kept close to the family; mostly because she liked Catelyn's husband AKA: her father and her eldest child; AKA: her sister… speaking of which.

"Here, I brought you this"—Said Sansa handing her a bowl of soup?...

"It's green" Arya dead spanned.

"It's just your normal chicken soup but with green coloring. It's supposed to be witches broth"—

"Why the hell are they serving chicken soup? It's Halloween! Everything on the menu has to be booze and candy" She replied tasting the soup. It was actually pretty good. She thanked her sister as they sat down on a bench taking a time out from the madness.

"You could have told me you didn't have a costume, I could have found something for you to change in the car"— Sansa said fixing her angel wings.

"Nah, it's ok. Nobody will believe this is real blood"

Sansa winced "rough night?"—She asked gesturing towards her bloody scrubs.

"50 - 50" Arya shrugged as always toning things down for her sister.

Arya and Sansa were different as day and night. They had the same last name, same parents, same address but that was about it. Physically Sansa was a tall, red headed, blue eyed goddess that left men with some kind of special autism while Arya was short, had dark brown boring hair really, boney and skinny that attracted pedophiles that thought she was still in her teens. Sansa was kind, warm and always looked for the good in people while if you looked the word Bitch up you would see a picture of Arya Stark next to it. But opposites attract and you couldn't find two humans closer than those two, one complemented the other and ever since they could remember it was them against the world.

"I think it's highly unfair that I have to wear this ridiculous costume while Arya gets a free pass!"—Their little bubble was bursted by their big little sister Brienne.

"She's wearing a costume, she's dressed as a doctor"—Sansa said with a smile on her face.

"She is a doctor, and a lazy one that didn't change after her shift. I mean, is that even sanitary?"—Brienne huffed sitting in between the two of them. She was dressed as something pink, for the life of her Arya couldn't guess what it was.

"This whole thing is ridiculous! We are grown women! Donald Trump is the president! What about global warming? There are far more important things to do in the world than celebrate a costume party!"—

"Here-here!" Said Arya cheering her sister on. Brienne was the third Stark girl. Known for her height and her opinions.

"I mean I have a shit load of applications to send and Mom haves me come here dressed as… as…."—

"Uhmm, yes Bri, what are you dressed as?"—Sansa asked. Thank God because if Arya would have been the one to ask it would have come out as an insult.

"You know The Blue Man Group?"—

"Yes"—

"Well I'm part of the Pink Woman Group"—

SILENCE

"Fuck off! Everything else was too girly or too slutty. I mean have you seen our little cherubs?"—

"No, but Mom said that Dad stayed at home so it must be really bad"—Arya said finishing her soup. Ok, now she could drink more alcohol.

"Oh it's bad alright. Look over there by the apple bobbing stand"—Brienne pointed out. Yes, Arya definitely needed more alcohol.

Cue in the last members of the family. Margaery and Jeyne; these two Arya had actually checked out their birth certificates and all. I mean Sansa, Brienne and Arya looked nowhere near the same but they could be considered as normal people right? As for the last two? Arya was all for woman's lib, free the nipple and "I'm with her" but her baby sisters where the reason women used to be hanged and thrown stones at in the middle ages.

They were nothing but consistent and trend followers with their Star Wars costumes; Star Wars the porno film to be precise. Margaery was dressed as Princess Leah (Only the hair buns really and I guess a white onesie that was more like a hanker shift) while Jeyne was dressed as Rey (again, scraps of clothing and a light saber). 14 and 15 years old. Arya always made a point to leave tons of condoms when she went back home. Better safe than sorry.

"I need vodka mixed with coffee and red bull if you want me to stay awake"

"Want me to go with you?"—Sansa asked as Brienne didn't even mind saying goodbye to them while calling for a cab.

"Nah, you do the rounds. Good knows Mom's needs your face more than mine" Sansa blushed while Arya made her way through the crowd.

See Catelyn Stark was a member, let's just say member because the list is a long one. She was member of the ancient society, member of the local school board, member of the baking club, member of the members club, a member; get it?! Arya didn't even know what the funds for this particular party where for but as usual all her girls had to attend to persuade people to chip in. It was mostly Marg, Jane and especially Sansa but still Catelyn Stark still demanded her girls be front and center. Everybody knew she just loved to be the center of attention but yeah, charity. Giving to those in need and so.

"Yes!" Arya sang to the heavens as she headed to the open bar. Leave it to her friend the Waif to end her shift at the bar and tend another bar right away. She was dressed with a white t-shirt, short shorts and a green apron Sookie Stackhouse style.

"Arya could you at least put some effort?"— She said rolling his eyes at her scrubs. "I have at least five costumes inside my car that can fit you"—

"Do I want to know why you have women's costumes inside your car?"

"Never ask, just do; that's my motto baby"—She said winking at her making Arya laugh.

"And how many times have I bailed you out of jail?"

"Not enough my love, not enough. What's your poison?"—

"Uhmmm I don't know, surprise me"

"Let's see: are we gunning for total blackout or a slight buzz?"—

"Just give me something that will get me gradually drunk for me to at least last three hours so my Mom can see me and then go home"

"I got'cha Fam. Here"— The Waif said handing her a drink from behind the bar.

"Did you just give me your drink?"

"I gave you what you needed. It's strong at first but then the rest will go down like water."—She said leaving Arya alone as she tented other costumers.

Arya just stood next to the bar thinking about how she had a whole week without work and how she was going to spend it. Sansa had already a chart of activities but Arya said no, that she preferred to be a couch potato and catch on with her sleep. But still she felt weird not doing anything, she was on her last year of residency and was forced to step down on surgeries because HR found out she had too many hours. "I'm the best, that's why" was her response to the supervisor when asked why she was working overtime. She was sent of immediately after her shift. It didn't matter, she was going to volunteer at the local clinic anyways.

"HOLY SHIT!" She shrieked spitting her drink after only one sip. 'Strong at first'? That thing was straight up gasoline. Arya grabbed the nearest thing she could see and drank it, that she spit out too. It was scotch, she hated scotch.

"A napkin?"—Said a strong voice next to her.

"Oh no thank man. I'm good. I just what not expecting to drink whatever the hell that was"

"I meant a napkin for me. And also another drink please"—Arya froze and turned to her side to see a very wet dress shirt spilled with alcohol. She strained her neck looking up pass a large torso and gazed at the bluest eyes she had ever seen in her entire life. The next thought that entered her mind was 'when was the last time I got laid?'. She took another sip of her drink and the Waif was right, the first sip was strong but the rest rolled down like water.

"Seven hells, do they not card anyone here?"—Blue eyes said reaching behind the bar for a towel. "Stop drinking, you clearly can't handle it!"-

"Hey! I'm not even drunk, it was just an accident!"

"Oh so you vomit people on a regular basis?"—

"I spilled my drink!"

"All over me!"—

"I said I was sorry!"

"You most certainly did not!"-

"Are you saying I don't know what comes out of my mouth?"

"Well if you don't know you can see it all over my shirt!"—

Arya was well aware that she was knee deep in a shouting match that was attracting quite a crowd but she didn't care. It was all a big misunderstanding, this guy; man was obviously a drama queen. A hot drama queen but dramatic AF none the less.

"Where are your parents? You shouldn't be drinking!"—Blue eyes seethed still drying himself off. Arya counted to ten. It was one of her buttons. People telling her she looked like a kid was one of her buttons. Do not. Touch. Her. Button.

"I AM A FUCKING NEUROSURGEON!" She shrieked. Yes, she sounded like a spoiled brat but it was true. Human lives depended on her 23 year old expert fucking million dollar hands!

"Of course, and that guy over there really is the Pope"—Blue eyes smirked clearly believing her uniform was an actual costume.

"And what are you supposed to be? Other than a dick" Arya asked making him smirk. He pulled of a pair of glasses from his jacket and put them on. "So you're a dick with short eyesight?"

"I'm Clark Kent"—Blue eyes seethed and you know what? He did look like Clark Kent. Again; when was the last time I got laid?; Arya thought. The man looked like freaking Henry Cavill for fucks sake but hotter, definitely more dangerous or was it his death glare aimed at her. She started to giggle.

"Now what's funny?"—

"You. You're not Clark Kent. If you were you would have reversed time and save us from all this. Oh my God, are you flirting with me? Did you put something in my drink so I would spill it at you?"

"Please. You? Definitely not my type. I would never waste my time with you"—Blue eyes said with an air of superiority. It was a mean thing to say and he enjoyed saying it. It hurt Arya; it was another one of her buttons. Her self-image was always something she struggled after Catelyn's ideals of beauty and having Sansa Stark as her older sister. She flinched and for a second she saw regret inside the blue eyes, but only a second.

"I'm sorry" She said in a small voice making Blue eyes gawk at her.

"You mean it?"—

"Of course I do. It really truly was an accident. This however is not!" She said grabbing yet again the nearest drink she could grab and spilled it all over blue eye's face.

"Fuck you !"

And with that Arya left the party and sincerely hoped never to see those blue eyes again.

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