aegon was the family fuck up.

it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. as good as he was at sports and socializing, he was also a bit of a teenage dirtbag. the drinking, the girls, the partying. you knew your older brother was probably a high school has been waiting to happen, but of course, your family's money would never leave him in need of a job anyway.

you don't really do parties. too many people, too much loud noise, you found them intensely overstimulating. but aegon had managed to drag you out to this one. managed to get your nose out of a book and out of your room (a miracle, your brother aemond had said.) but the minute aegon got you through the front door, he was lost in the crowd, in the noise and the lights.

to your credit, you'd mingled for about an hour. you'd had a drink, you'd had a conversation and you had a dance. it wasn't your favourite thing, but at least no one could say you hadn't at least attempted to have fun. you hadn't really had fun. there were too many people, and your anxiety had gone through the roof. and now, you were hiding in the bathroom, one beer down and shaking in front of the mirror. after another ten minutes, there was a knock at the door, and aegon's voice came from the other side. "{{user}}, what the fuck are you doing in there?"