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

My first WP and I am overly tired. Please be gentle. 
 
 Petyr Baelish thought he was somethin ’ special. After years of being the maintenance man at Kings Landing Trailer Court he managed to finally stumble into some good fortune. It was a hot day and he was breaking a sweat leaning against a post that held a sign with the word “ offise ” awkwardly scrawled across it. Petyr was a might bit proud of himself and puffed out his chest as a rusty pickup with a loud muffler drove up. 
 
 
 Sansa winked as she drove by with her old man Joffrey. He looked drunk again and awkwardly lurched forward as she hit a speed bump going a little too fast. “ Damn you woman, I done told you to watch where you ’ re goin ’ ” escaped from his jagged chewing tobacco stained snarl. “ Sorry baby ” Sansa replied as they went on by. 
 
 
 Petyr couldn ’ t stand Joffrey. He had developed some feelings for Sansa and just hated the way Joffrey would treat her. He had a mouth on him, was constantly getting into fights and was rarely sober. Sansa was a real beauty but not as much as she had been before her and Joffrey hooked up. Life with him wore her down. She was tired of being a waitress at the truck stop where they met and started a beauty parlor of her own just before Petyr got his settlement. 
 
 
 Her two station salon was in the mini mall between the closed down Chinese take-out place and a check cashing, cell phone store combo. Petyr would find all sorts of reasons to stop by to see her in between his weekly trim ups. She always smelled so good and he loved the way her bosom would graze against the back of his neck as she worked. Joffrey was starting to catch on and was getting jealous. 
 
 
 After Sansa ’ s truck was out of sight Petyr let his gut hang loose, reached into the pocket of his stained jeans, got a wrinkled bandana out then wiped the sweat off of his mostly bald head. A few strands of wispy hair in a comb over don ’ t do much to keep the sun from getting his dead drippin ’. 
 
 
 After the incident at the meat packing plant, Petyr got himself a real comfortable settlement. The company didn ’ t want to get shut down for having illegals workin ’ there, they paid him real good so that the law didn ’ t come to investigate. Petyr had never had so much money in his life. He used that $ 30,000 to buy the trailer park so he could retire from butchering. He missed having his pinky finger but made do just fine without it. He kind of liked his new nickname “ little finger ”. 
 
 
 Petyr had plans for his trailer park. He wanted to “ class the place up ” and started trying to evict all the residents of the old travel trailers who lived there year round the last decade or two. He figured that those older tin can trailers were making the newer part of the park with the doublewides look trashy. Between the Tyrells who filled their yard with as many gnome statues as possible to the wan na be gang member kids who collected their trash in a shopping cart instead of taking it to the dumpster, Petyr was fed up. Not to mention that Joffrey and Sansa ’ s trailer was on the older section of the park he was trying to clear out. 
 
 
 Petyr had a plan, he hoped that if Joffrey lost his rental lot he wouldn ’ t be able to keep ahold of Sansa anymore. Petyr wanted to move Sansa in with him into the nicer side of the park near the community pool and laundry mat. Sansa wouldn ’ t have to work so hard and if Joffrey lost his place his parole officer may just lock him up again. At least that ’ s what Petyr hoped. Joffrey got into it with Petyr after he got his move out notice; he was fit to be tied. Joffrey was hootin ’ and hollerin ’ about all the fancy pants snobs over in the newer part of the park and how he wouldn ’ t stand for this stuff. He also threatened Petyr and told him to stay away from his woman. 
 
 
 Joffrey was starting to organize everyone on his side of the park and got them all riled up. They figured that they had every right as the newer trailers to be there. Petyr was tired of having the winter visitors who paid higher lot rent complaining about the conditions anymore. Between the weeds growin ’ up all around the Drogo place and that stinkin ’ mutt of Daenerys that kept escaping and trying to hump all the neighborhood kids, Petyr was at his wits end. He wasn ’ t a man of many wits but was still quite a bit more intellectual than most residents at Kings Landing Trailer Court. 
 
 
 Petyr had a plan and everything was starting to fall into place… 

