{ @xolvidados + Sansa }
It was quite funny, and a man like him couldn't help but enjoy all the chaos that place had brought upon everyone, his family included. He had seen people believing to be someone else, others forgetting everything and others enjoying what seemed to be a second chance. He was the latter -- It wasn't Westeros, there was no war, no white walkers, and no terrible world about to end. He could enjoy life as he wanted, drinking and fucking and living.
He took a sip of his wine -- he wasn't one to drink champagne, it tasted terrible and it looked like piss. Some things shouldn't change just because they had been brought to some other world. He reached into his pocket for his phone, checking the hour as the couples danced and had their fun. He hadn't seen his siblings yet, and he failed to decide if that was either a blessing or a curse, maybe both somehow.
It could be the alcohol in his system, he told himself when he saw a flash of red hair so familiar his stomach tightened and his heart jumped. Without much care, he left the glass on the table and jumped off the chair, following the woman that had been once his wife. "My Lady," he called, hand reached out to touch her wrist, very gently as not making her uncomfortable, hoping to stop her.