"Are you sure you can beat him (Y/n)?" Podrick asked, as he and Tyrion stared at the female sellsword.

"Oh, ye of little faith Pod, you should know me better by now. It's about time someone kicked Bronn of Blackwater off his high horse, and I'm just the woman to do it." (Y/n) said, crossing her arms as she looked over at a smug looking Bronn.

"As much as I appreciate your confidence my dear (Y/n), this is a drinking contest, and Bronn is not unknown for his abilities in that area. As much as I believe in you, I don't want to lose my gold if I bet on you." Tyrion said as he took a drink from his own glass.

"Tyrion, you of all people should know never to judge a book by its cover. The fact that I am not know for being able to consume my own body weight in ale or wine, only makes the odds better; a bet on Bronn will gain you very little in return as he is the favourite, but a bet on me as a long shot could easily double your money if not more. You're a gambling man Tyrion, so take the gamble." (Y/n) said, as Tyrion saw the subtle twinkle in her eyes, encouraging him to place his money on her.

Tyrion and Podrick had not known the female sellsword long, but from what they did know of her, they had no reason to doubt what she said. She was stubborn, strong willed, highly skilled with both the sword and the bow, and as the daughter of a lord of a smaller house she was extremely intelligent and well educated.

When Bronn had introduced his old friend to the two men, they were both surprised to find out that a lady had become a sellsword, but they had quickly realised her worth when they had seen her practice with Bronn. Bronn was a gifted swordsman, but (Y/n) had always held her own against him, able to beat him, as many times as he had beaten her.

"Very well (Y/n), my money is on you." Tyrion said, rising from his seat and going to place his bet.

"Are you sure you want to do this (Y/n)? You're a lady, a lady really shouldn't be getting involved in a drinking contest." Podrick said, making (Y/n) laugh at the statement.

"Podrick, I appreciate your concern, but its just a drinking contest; and I do lots of things that a lady shouldn't. I shouldn't be a sellsword, I shouldn't spend most of my time in taverns and brothels with you three degenerates, but I do. And I wouldn't change a single thing. Now are you going to bet on me or not?" She asked, smiling at the young squire.

With an equally wide smile, Podrick walked off to place his bet, as (Y/n) made her way over to take a seat across from Bronn.

"Should you really be drinking already Bronn?" (Y/n) asked, as she sat down, watching as Bronn took another gulp of ale.

"I'm just warming up love; I don't think I have much to worry about, a couple of glasses of strong wine and you'll be flat on ya back with ya legs in the air, just how I like ya." Bronn said, smirking, as he took another drink.

Flirting between the two old friends was nothing new; the pair had known one another for years, they had fought together and served the same master on more than one occasion, a strong bond forming between the two. In a world where it was sometimes difficult to know who you could trust; Bronn always knew that he could trust (Y/n) and vis versa.

(Y/n) leant across the table so that her face was mere inches from his. "Oh please, you wouldn't know what to do with me if you did get my legs in the air! But maybe one day you'll prove me wrong." She chuckled, placing a soft kiss on Bronn's nose.

"And I can assure you love, if anyone is going to be flat on their back with their legs in the air, it'll be you."

Bronn couldn't help but chuckle at her, he knew how determined she could be, and if anyone could beat him it was sure to be her, not as though he would ever tell her that. He had always admired her, always found her intriguing, always found her beautiful. On long lonely nights it was always her that he had found himself thinking of; when he was indulging in the pleasures of a whore, it was always her face and body that he imagined beneath him, moaning in pleasure as he took every part of her. There were times when he had wanted to tell her how he felt, to always have her by his side, but he knew her too well, and the last thing he wanted to do was lose her because he professed feelings that may not be returned.

As the drinks were lined up on the table in front of the pair, (Y/n) couldn't help but smile. "I'll ask you one last time Bronn, are you sure you want to do this? You don't want a little lady making a fool of you in front of all these lovely people, do you?" She asked, looking around the large crowd that had formed around the pair.

"I'm sure love, in fact I'm that sure that I can beat ya, that if ya beat me, I will be ya slave for the day, to do with as ya wish." Bronn chuckled, seeing the slight pink hue come to her cheeks.

"Is that a normal slave, or sex slave?" (Y/n) asked, biting her bottom lip seductively, and watching as Bronn's eyebrows seemed to shoot up into his hairline.

(Y/n) began to laugh, looking at her flustered friend, a state in which she was not used to seeing him.

"Don't worry Bronn, I wouldn't make you do anything you didn't want to." She said smiling and taking her first drink in her hand.

Regaining his composure, Bronn picked up his drink. "Who said I didn't want to?" He asked, as he took his first drink, his tongue licking the rim of the glass as he looked deep into her eyes.

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As the evening wore on, it was obvious that neither of the two was going to give up, as drink after drink was downed; and as more bets changed hands Bronn couldn't help but notice that (Y/n) didn't even seem slightly tipsy, never mind drunk.

"How the hell are ya still sober? Ya look like ya drinkin nothin but water." Bronn asked, as he watched her down another drink.

(Y/n) leaned forward so that she could speak to him quietly. "I'll let you in on a little secret Bronn, I can't get drunk! Never been able to, I don't know why, but alcohol has no affect on me whatsoever; so, I can do this all night." She said with a chuckle, leaning back and watching as Bronn let out a small groan, the alcohol coursing through his system.

"Ya mean ya let me make that bet and ya knew I didn't stand a chance of winning?" He asked, slurring slightly as he grinned widely.

"Well, how could I turn down the opportunity of having Ser Bronn of Blackwater as my slave for the day?" (Y/n) chuckled, taking another drink.

Bronn put his elbows on the table and placed his face in his hands. "Sex slave love, sex slave for the day." He said wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"So, I might just find out what you would do if I had my legs in the air after all." She said, watching as Bronn slipped from his chair, falling unceremoniously onto the floor.

As he looked up at her from the floor, he couldn't help but smile. "Don't you worry love; I'll show you what I can do and more." He said, cuddling up to the glass in his hand.

As she knelt down beside him, she brushed his hair away from his face. "I'll hold you to that love, and don't make any plans on leaving bed, because we have a lot of years to catch up on." (Y/n) said, leaving a grinning Bronn to be pulled up from the floor by Podrick.

Watching her walk away, Bronn couldn't help but wish the pair had had a drinking contest much sooner.