I dunno, this might be a thing.
“Hey, Brie, isn’t that the guy you like?” Phasma whispered as soon as Jaime climbed up the diving board. “Maybe you should’ve borrowed my bikini,” she added. Brienne looked down at her sister and the bikini in question. It was a cute blue two pieced gingham number, with high waisted bottoms and a vintage looking halter top- something that would suit Bettie Page more than her, she thought.
“Phas, I’m not a bikini girl,” Brienne explained, watching in awe as Jaime twisted himself into position, landing in the water with a perfect splash. He then surfaced for air and got out of the pool, making his way towards the snack bar. “Hold on, he’s walking right towards us- please don’t say anything.” Phasma nodded at her sister, and quietly watched Jaime walk by, tilting her cat’s-eye sunglasses once he passed by.
“Oh, pool boy,” Phasma sang teasingly, fluttering her eyelashes. “Be a dear and get me and my lovely sister a cherry Coke, sil vous plait?” she purred. Brienne facepalmed and sighed. Phasma just had to open her big mouth whenever Jaime was around.
“Never mind, Jaime, I’ll get it,” Brienne said, standing up and shooting her sister a glare. Phasma shrugged and opened Watchmen. But Brienne had to admit, there was a bright side to this- she could finally get to know Jaime better. And hopefully he would see her as a girl who’s more than sailing and having a sister with pin-up girl tendencies and a big mouth.
YASSSS!!
