#dyckgrayson

“Chin up, Snow!” Grenn slaps him on the back as he walks past, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could lose all of my money? Or I could go missing and get stuck on a roof like in the hangover movie?” Jon suggests, trying to sound light hearted but knowing both of those things were very possible. Or worse, they could loose Robb, and knowing Robb they’d probably never find him again.

“At least you’d still have your health!” Loras grins with a nonchalant shrug as he strolls past.

“Have you not seen that movie? He gets burnt to a crisp!” Jon argues but everyone has already walked off to the gambling tables leaving him to argue with himself.

Jon sighs and finds the nearest bar ordering himself a drink. Everything in Vegas was outrageously expensive. Not that Jon was tight, he wouldn’t mind spending his money on something he enjoyed, but this wasn’t really his idea of fun. He wasn’t very good at gambling so he didn’t much see the point in trying to play and inevitably lose all of his money. He finishes his first drink and ordered another.

He turns to lean his back against the bar and looks out across the room. The casino was full, mostly of drunk middle aged people attempting to look classy in their suits and dresses as they threw their money down the drain. Jon figured they all probably had enough money to do that anyway, whereas he, Robb and all his friends weren’t exactly the most wealthy to start with. He searches for anyone he recognises but sees no one. The place is far too crowded and with all the tables full of players and watchers it would be hard to spot anyone.

Finishing his second drink he places the empty glass on the counter and strolls off to find anyone he knew. He already felt slightly tipsy with the room being so hot and clammy, and he hadn’t drank much in the last year or so, so his tolerance for alcohol was the same as a fourteen year olds would probably be.

Jon was pleased that the first person he spotted was Robb, he was reluctant to leave him alone with Theon for too long. He wormed his way between them both, feigning innocence when Theon sent him a glare for knocking into him.

“How’s it going?” He asks with a grin, he looks down at the table in front of them, having no idea what it was, how you played or wither Robb was winning.

“I’ve won 200 dollars!” Robb grins back reaching for the dice and rolling them across the table.

“Yeah, but how much have you spent?” Jon’s question goes unanswered as Robb starts moving his little chips about.

“Why don’t you have a go, Snow?” Theon threw his arm around his shoulders, smelling strongly of whiskey making Jon screw his nose up.

“No, thank you.” Jon tried to struggle out of his grasp but failed as Theon pulled him closer.

“Here.” Theon thrust a drink into his face, “It’s all going on the tab. Blow on these.”

Jon frowns but blows on the dice offered to him, he’d seen that in movies but was sure it was usually the hot girl in the red dress blowing on the millionaires dice, but he did it anyway. He sipped on the drink, whiskey. Usually he would never had drank whiskey but tonight he knew he needed as much alcohol in his system as he could get.

Before long, Jon was merry on whiskey and was joining in with the gambling, throwing the dice across the table and spilling his whiskey over himself and Robb as they leant over the edge watching for the numbers. Everyone was laughing, joking, losing money and having fun, then everything slowly started becoming one big blur.

He was at the gambling table, losing his money with Robb. Then he was at the bar with Theon, ordering more whiskey. The he was outside, it was cold and it took him at least three times to light his cigarette. He was pulling Robb out of the middle of the road and stumbling onto the pavement. He was talking the the girls at the next bar, he was flirting with the red head. He was getting married and he couldn’t be happier. Then, he was sleeping.

The next morning Jon’s head felt like it might explode. Or maybe it already had. He groaned and rolled onto his back, bumping into the soft arm next to him. “Robb.” He moans out, “Go back to your own bed.”

“Who’s Robb? Your boyfriend?” the voice causes Jon to jump in shock and quickly spin round to see who it belonged to.

“Jesus!” He grabs at the covers and pulls them up over his chest even though he was wearing a shirt, “Who are you? Why are you in my bed?”

“Well, I’m your wife.” The red headed woman smirks, offering her finger up for him to see the shiny ring adorning it, “Name’s Ygritte, I suppose you should know that if we’re going to be living happily ever after.”

Jon furrows his brows, struggling to tell whether she was joking around or not. “Will you two shut up? I feel like my brain is melting out of my ears and your yabbering isn’t helping.”

“Shut up Theon! I’m having a crisis here!” Jon snaps as he sits further up in bed to survey the room. Theon, Robb and Loras curled up on the floor of his room and Grenn on the couch was the least of his worries.

“A crisis? I’m not that bad to look at am I?” By now the rest of the guys were waking up and sitting up with confused and pained expressions, “Well, I guess you’ll soon get used to looking at my face won’t you?” Ygritte grins as she shuffles closer to him.

Jon shuffles as far away as he could without falling off the side of the bed, the covers still pulled up around his body shielding himself. “Look, no offence, but I was a little drunk last night. I didn’t mean to marry you.”

“Well that’s your mistake. I’m not going anywhere. You’re mine forever, Jon.” Ygritte smiled sweetly up at him for a moment before scoffing and rolling her eyes, “Don’t look so bloody petrified, don’t you know anything? I’m only messing, you never even touched me we can get an annulment.”

She slides off of the bed, still in her silver dress from the night before, which hugged her body perfectly. Something Jon would probably have noticed if he wasn’t busy having a heart attack. He let out a shaky breath as he dropped his legs from the side of the bed, by now the boys were all up and sat throughout the room, Robb with his head buried deep in his arms moaning softly to himself.

“Come on then Snow, any longer and I might change my mind and keep you.” The red head winks in his direction as she saunters by and pulls his door open turning back to raise a brow at him impatiently.

“Right.” Jon nods and quickly stands up, making sure he was fully dressed and runs a hand through his unruly hair.

They made their way across Vegas to one of the wedding chapels which conveniently also did annulments, much to Jon’s delight. “You sure you don’t want to change your mind?” Ygritte winks at him.

Jon lets out a soft chuckle and nods, “I’m sure. I’d like to get to know my wife before I actually marry her.” he smiles.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Snow?” Ygritte smirks, nudging him with her elbow.

Jon was sure she was probably joking, but he nodded all the same, “Aye, maybe I am.” it’s his turn to smirk at the half surprised look that crosses her face, “I mean, we’ve been married and divorced, I at least owe you a cup of coffee.”

Ygritte ponders the offer for a moment before nodding, “Alright Snow, throw in breakfast and you’ve got yourself a date.”

Jon offers up his arm for her to take, “Breakfast it is then.” he smiles as he leads her away from the chapel and to the nearest diner.