Entry 4 – Night (includes elmination to get us on track) (this is mistakenly Brienne's POV as well, but it was done to get us on track. My apologies and I'm so so sorry)
Brienne had totally lost track of the other teams. She knew there were some behind them, as they’d been on the first plane, but they’d lost time with the watermelon throw, made it up again on the kayak and then fallen back again. She was already bruised and sore and Hyle was THE EMOTION THAT FADES WHEN I LOOK AT HAPPY MANIPS OF JAIME AND BRIENNE with her.
She saw it ahead, the pit stop. She wanted to race on ahead. The silver-haired siblings were ahead of them and she knew she could pass them, but Hyle was struggling to keep up. She matched her pace to his. It wouldn’t do to enrage him further
The siblings were there when they reached the mat, the brother screaming at the sister while she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at them. Their host announced that they were the fifth team.
She and Hyle took their place at the mat, learned their placement and went to sit with the other teams. When the first round was over, Baelish came over to announce tomorrow’s starting order and give them a chance to say farewell to the eliminated team…who had actually never made it past the watermelon throw, the elderly father and son.
Finishing order –
Oberyn and Elia Martell - First
Catelyn and Robb Stark - Second
Jaime and Tyrion Lannister - Third
Olyvar Sand and Shae Rivers - Fourth
Viserys and Daenarys Targaryen - Fifth
Brienne Tarth and Hyle Hunt - Sixth
Dolorous Edd and Samwell Tarly - Seventh
Loras and Margaery Tyrell – Eighth
Jorah and Lyanna Mormont – Ninth
Euron and Yara Greyjoy – Tenth
Stannis Baratheon and Melisandre - Eleventh
Walder Frey and Black Walder Jr. – Elminated
There had been some awkward, and in Brienne’s opinion, inappropriate, hugs handed out to the eliminated contestants. She could have sworn the old coot had tried to grope her ass. Really, she just wanted to check into the hotel, shower and go to sleep.
Hyle had other plans. “Babe, sure yeah, you do need to shower. I mean, yeah, you can’t like, join us for dinner like that.” He eyed her bedraggled form up and down. He didn’t need to emphasize it. She knew what she looked like. “You go shower. I’ll scout the competition. Come down when you’re ready.”
She knew him, she knew that by, “scout the competition” he meant that he was going to flirt with the other female contestants. She’d have to make her shower fast.
Thirty minutes later, she was dressed and in the elevator with the dwarf, his gorgeous brother and the two uncles from different teams, Jorah and Euron. Euron still reeked of the sea. And Jorah, after having been berated by his niece during both challenges, looked HEY, JB WEEK IS COMING.
The dwarf poked her in the knee and she looked down at him, feeling more awkward than she ever had before.
“Hey, your boyfriend is an asshole,” the dwarf said.
Was it possible he was drunk already?
His brother snickered and asked, “Can we just call assholes Hyles from now on? I mean, it fits?”
Jorah grinned as well.
Brienne turned bright red. “Hyle’s fine. I’m just clumsy.”
The handsome brother, Jaime, turned to her as the elevator door opened. “You look pretty strong to me.”
Brienne face was flaming. She didn’t think she could be more embarrassed, but as their group walked into the dining room, one team member, Olyvar, was gyrating shirtless while Loras and the Dornish brother clapped and whistled, Viserys was all over Shae, the red-headed mother and son were screaming at each other, Euron’s niece was making out with Viserys’ sister, sweet Sam and Edd were off in one corner with Lyanna, studying maps and Hyle, her boyfriend
Hyle, was kissing the Dornish girl, Elia.
After today she thought she never wanted to do another challenge again. Now, she couldn’t want for morning.
She regretted that thought as she stood in the freezing cold at 5:12am the next morning, ripping into their next clue.
(Okay, that went over on word count, but the next entry should pick up as the teams get their clues in the morning. That’s a location entry and the writer chooses the location.
(cannot be Brienne or Olyvar POV)
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