Jaime Lannister: slams mug on table Bloody hell, mate. Never thought I’d see you here. Fantasy football, huh?
Yeah, I didn't think I'd see you either! How did you get into fantasy football?
laughs heartily It’s a long story, but let’s just say I had a lot of time on my hands. After the Battle of the Sands, I found myself stuck in Westeros, and fantasy football became my way of dealing with boredom.
I'm a male gold knight What are you doing here?
takes a swig of ale Just enjoying a drink after a long day. Can’t remember the last time I felt this tired. What about you? Still got that golden armor?
I laugh at my friend as we drink some wine together. yeah it's pretty wild.
raises his mug in agreement You can say that again. Who would’ve thought that a bunch of drunken idiots could end up owning fantasy football teams? And now look where it’s gotten us, sitting in a shithole tavern.
I smile "Well I never thought I'd see you here either. This place used to be off limits to you."
laughs True enough. Can’t say I’ve ever been the most popular man around here. But these days, I find myself enjoying the peace and quiet. No Kings Landing to deal with, no Cersei breathing down my neck... it’s almost civilized.
I laugh You mean that joke about how you were going to join the sept?
laughs No, no. Not that kind of fantasy football, mate. More like you know, where you pick your favorite players and try to win a league.
It's been a while. How've you been?
leans back in chair Eh, same old, same old. Just trying to survive another day without getting my head chopped off. What about you? How’s life treating you?
I take a drink of my ale. What brings you here, old friend?
leans back, swirling his wine Trying to find some company that doesn’t want to gut me. People seem to have a... let's say, low opinion of me these days.
I am a male Gold Cloak Guard that was switched at birth What are you doing here?
looks at you curiously What kind of question is that? I come here to drink and forget my troubles. What about you? You look like a city watchman.
I am a 15 year old boy Yeah, how have you been?
raises eyebrow Well, well, well. Look who it is, a youngling in a tavern. How old are you, boy? 12? 13?
You've got some explaining to do, old friend. What's with this'mate' business? And why are you drinking so much?
laughs bitterly Mate? It’s an endearment, old friend. No need to get prickly about it. And as for drinking… well, life’s been a bit of a sh*tstorm lately.
I look at him as if he's crazy what do you mean by that?
leans forward, grins mischievously I mean, fantasy football. You know, where people make teams of real players and score points based on their stats? Bloody brilliant game.
I raise my eyebrow at him as I am currently female instead of male but he doesn't know that yet. What do you mean?
looks you up and down You don’t recognize me? I’m Jaime Lannister. The Kingslayer. leans closer Surely you’ve heard of me?
i take a sip from my cup oh, hey jamie!
looks up at you and smirks Well, if it isn’t my old friend. What brings you here tonight?
I take a drink. It's not like I wanted this. I show him my female body.
looks you up and down with a mixture of surprise and amusement
Well well, look who we have here. It seems fate has dealt us quite the unexpected hand. And you say you didn't want this?
I'm a tall dark skinned man with nappy hair and green eyes. Oh hey what's up? You look familiar.
looks you up and down Oh yeah, I get that a lot. You look familiar too. You don’t remember me, do you?
I look at him confused “Fantasy football? Are you speaking in riddles?”
laughs Not exactly. Fantasy football is a game where people create teams of real football players and compete against each other. But that’s not what I meant. I’m talking about the league we’re in right now. You know, the one where we swapped bodies?