When you had first heard rumours of Ser Jorah Mormont you had not heard great things of his drinking habits. It was said that he had made it regular to be seen with some form of alcohol in his hand.

However, you had never expected him to be such a regular at the bar that you worked behind, but you had to admit you had grown to look forward to the times that he would be sat in front of you.

That evening Jorah had been in for a good while which was worrying, his habit had become to only come in for a few drinks before leaving but for some reason things had changed.

"Y/N?" the landlord questioned from behind you.

You turned around with a smile as you wiped down a glass. "Is everything alright?" you asked, putting the glass away.

He nodded but motioned to upstairs. "My wife is feeling unwell and I need to go and help with the baby," he told you. "Are you going to be okay if I am only upstairs?"

You smiled at him and nodded. "Of course, I would rather you go and attend to your baby than be down here."

Smiling, he headed upstairs leaving you to face the room of drunkards but your eyes honed in on Jorah.

What you didn't realise was that throughout the evening Jorah had been glancing over at you whenever he could, he had been trying to work up the courage to ask you to drink with him for many nights now, but he had never managed it.

You watched as Jorah left his seat and came over to sit in front of you. "May I have another?"

He motioned to his cup as he spoke, so you nodded, taking it off of him and filling it up with his usual. "Have you not had enough?"

He scoffed, taking a drink. "I am better at this than you know."

"And that is why most nights you stumble out of here to just fall over as soon as you are outside," you stated your observations with a small smile on your face.

Jorah chuckled and raised his glass to you. "That is only because most nights I wish to gain courage and I do so by drinking."

"I am unsure as to if that is how it works Ser Jorah," you told him. "It has yet to work for any other man in here."

"It has worked for me tonight," he stated with a nod. "As I am over here talking to you."

You titled your head in confusion. "You talk to me most nights Ser Jorah, it is a shame that you do not remember them all come morning."

"Oh, I remember them," he confirmed as he took another sip. "I have been working up the courage to ask you to drink with me Y/N for many nights now."

Smiling, you pretended to think for a moment. "Yes, well, if you weren't so drunk maybe I would."

"Is this you telling me if I am not drunk tomorrow evening then you will have a drink with me?" he questioned, a smile on his face.

"Come back tomorrow Ser Jorah and you will find out."

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Written by Hannah.