In that case, I'm just Matt. [He extends a hand in the general direction of Oberyn's voice.] I'm also hoping you weren't planning on drinking alone tonight.
There's a party I'm supposed to appear at later. I'm told the most beautiful women in town will be there as well but it could just be clever advertising, it's hard to tell. Fancy joining me? My +1 seems to have absconded with some a young strapping navy officer.
I'm sure they are beautiful on the inside too. They probably have songbird voices, smell like the most exquisite flowers in the world, and taste like heaven. What do you say?
Let me down gently then. [He's still smiling as he knocks the drink back, finishing it one go with just a half-second furrowing of his eyebrows.] Or surprise me. [Either way if he expected a shitshow one way or another, he wouldn't be disappointed.]
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I'm Oberyn, pleased to meet you.
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Anyway, I don't think either one of us is in danger of spending the night weeping into our drinks, lonely and depressed.
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I'll take that as a compliment, though. Come on, friend, finish your drink. Car's waiting.
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No pressure, eh? Let's just get to the party and wait with the performance review until sometime after 4 am, hm?