[ EU ] [ CW ] Write a scene from Game of Thrones as if it took place in neighboring trailer parks in Florida

They all sat around the fire pit outside Stan's broken-down trailer. Stan stood with his iPhone out, and at the other chairs sat Dave, Mel, Dave's kid Matt, Dr. Crest, and a few other guys. You could tell by their faces nobody wanted to be there, though Dave did n't mind. Stan helped him out with some trouble with the cops a few years back, and called in the favor. 
 
 Matt was reading a draft of the text. `` All y'all know me as Steve and Cassie's oldest surviving son. My beloved brother, Rob-'' 
 
 `` Rob was a dick,'' Stan cut in. `` Take that part out.'' 
 
 Matt rolled his eyes and his thumb tapped at the screen rapidly. `` My brother, Rob, has no kids, and his wife was banging her brother-'' 
 
 `` Her brother is a douchebag, call him what he is,'' Stan said, pacing. Matt's fingers typed again, and again his eyes rolled. 
 
 `` Banging her *douchebag* brother. By my rights as his oldest brother I lay claim on his double-wide trailer and its spot at the center of the park, right next to the grills. By the grace of Allah, it will be mine.'' 
 
 Dave raised his hand. `` Why's that Allah part in there?'' 
 
 Stan spat in the fire. `` Man, you know my girl likes that foreign culture stuff.'' 
 
 Mel thumbs-upped at Dave from across the fire, the sleeves of the XXL red hoodie dangling from her skinny wrists. Dave did not wink back. *I hate that bitch*, he thought darkly. 
 
 `` So that's the text we're gon na send?'' Stan asked. 
 
 The people around the fire shrugged. Stan grunted and took the phone from Matt, pressing `` Send.'' 
 
 `` Nobody can pretend not to know that Sissy was banging Jaime now,'' Stan announced. `` Tomorrow we'll walk on over and take it, and I do n't give a damn what Ronnie has to say about it.'' 
 
 Dave spoke up again. `` I dunno, man, Ronnie's got like... twenty guys backing him up.'' 
 
 `` So?'' Stan asked. `` The trailer's mine, Dave. Do n't worry about Ronnie. Mel and me got him taken care of.'' 
 
 He thought he saw Mel wink at him, but he did n't want to know if they were banging. He might throw up. 
 
 `` Alright boys, meet back here tomorrow and we'll take care of this trailer business,'' Stan said, pulling a pistol from his beltline. `` Permanently.''
