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It was a miracle that The Wall was open so late. Then again, this might have been the busiest night of the year for them. Every table, booth, and stool was occupied by high schoolers returning from the Spring Formal, still wearing their dresses and suits. Margaery looked fondly over her shoulder to see Sansa laughing in the corner table with their friends, looking radiant and happier than she’d been in the months before. Her bright red hair was curled and held in place by a braid crown across her head, her shimmery, pale blue dress matched the corsage on Margaery’s wrist, and the pink corsage on Sansa’s wrist matched Margaery’s dress.
The person in front of her left the line with a black coffee, and she stepped up to the counter. Despite being at the dance earlier, Drogo had returned to his post behind the counter, wearing a tiny apron over his suit, and still looking terrifying. This time, Dany was beside him, looking absolutely stunning, and when Drogo looked over at her, Margaery swore she saw a smile on his face.
“Can I take your order?” Drogo asked in a thick accent.
“Let’s see if I can remember everything, uh, one raspberry vanilla frappuccino, one caramel frappuccino, two iced coffees, one black coffee, and one iced chai please?”
Dany raised her eyebrows at the extensive order, but no task was to great for the greatest barista of all time, Khal Drogo. Within 10 minutes, 6 drinks were on the counter for her, labeled simply with Tyrell .
“Help her carry, sun and stars.” Drogo nodded at Dany, who smiled and kissed his cheek. Margaery could have sworn she saw him blush.
The girls carried over the drinks and delivered them to their rightful owners and Dany returned to the counter. Margaery slid into the booth next to Sansa, who was rehashing all the gossip that occurred with Jeyne and Ygritte.
“I just can’t believe Sam and Gilly finally got together,” Sansa said. “They’ve been circling each other for months!”
“Try years.” Jon added from over his iced coffee. He looked slightly ridiculous with a bright red lipstick mark on his cheek from Ygritte. “I taught him everything he knows about girls.”
“Which isn’t much.” His girlfriend smirked.
Beside Jon, Robb and Theon were deeply engaged in a quiet conversation, leaning in toward each other. Theon had the soft expression on his face that was reserved for Robb and Robb alone, and Robb was blushing . Jon was pretending he didn’t notice them, but everyone knew he was their official third wheel.
Loras who’d spent the entire dance dancing with Renly, was sufficiently exhausted, his overly sweet caramel frappuccino with two espresso shots was barely doing its job of keeping him awake. He was leaning against Renly, who had his arms wrapped around Loras.
“Should I take you home, Lor?” Renly asked.
“I don’t wanna go home yet. I’m not even-” He yawned. “I’m not even tired. I swear.”
“So looks like I’ll have to wait to carry you out.” Renly said, and Loras rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something in response but Renly silenced him with a kiss. “You weigh less than my backpack so I’m not too worried.”
“Shut up, Renly.” Loras muttered sleepily and curled up closer to his boyfriend.
Margaery smiled, taking a long sip of her iced chai, leaving a ring of pink lipstick around the straw. Under the table, she felt Sansa’s leg knock against her own.
“Hi.” Sansa said, smiling softly.
“Hi yourself.”
“Thanks, Marge.” Sansa said, “For taking me here.”
“Of course I took you! You’re my girlfriend, Sans!” Margaery took Sansa’s face in her hands. In the low light of the coffee shop, Sansa’s grey eyes shone and sparkled under thick lashes. “And can I just say how beautiful you look tonight?”
“You’re such a sap.”
“Through and through.”
And with that, she closed the distance between them and met Sansa’s lips in a gentle kiss.
She figured she could bear to retire from scheme-making for a while.