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

**VISERYS** 
 
 `` Dag nab it!'' Viserys scowls at his younger sister, Daenerys, her pert breasts visible from the top of the metal trough he'd filled up with water from the hose. `` Do n't go giving me that look girl, you said you wanted a bath, I done got you one. When you marry Khal you can have all those fancy baths you always wantin' after. With hot water from the tap and everything, just like you deserve.'' He grins a gap toothed smile, his teeth stained brown from all the chewing tobacco. 
 
 Viserys scratches his bare shoulder, another damn mosquito bite. `` So much for winter.'' He hiccups, spilling some of the precious whisky from the bottle he holds while he oggles his sister, watching how she scowls. She never appreciates what he does for her, how he fights to give her the status she deserves. He hated this shithole they were living in. They had been highborn, their momma giving birth to them in their luxury motorhome, a Winnebago. Shucks, he done missed that Winnebago. Sure, his daddy had lost his marbles, the crystal meth he cooked and sold had taken its toll on his health. Yet, Aerys Junior, his daddy, had made sure his children had been on the path to success. His daddy had been king of the trailer park. Just because that sister fucking hillbilly Jaime had slain his father during one of their late night meetings was no reason why his sister and him deserved to rot amongst the common folk in their crappy static trailers. No, Viserys would get them that Winnebago again, even if it killed him. He did n't care that the slimy lannisters had taken over their meth empire. He would get that back again too. He would destroy the traitors who had slaughtered his mother and father that one fateful night down at the greasy spoon. 
 
 `` Do n't you go givin' me that look Danny,'' Viserys puts his hands in the pockets of his dungarees, tutting to himself. `` You done reached womanhood now Danny. Khal will treat you right. He'll help us get the Winnebago back.'' The young man stares angrily into the distance, tossing his head, his mullet falling across his shoulder. `` DAMN SKEETS!'' he slaps his bare arm, thinking how he should have worn a shirt under his dungarees to prevent the merciless bites. 
 
 He longs for the day he can bid this God-forsaken trailer park goodbye. No self-respecting dealer ought to have to live by the damn marshes. He curses the traitors who had taken over his Winnebago, how they must enjoy the wind in their hairs as the diesel powered beast cruises down the highway. *Not for much longer. * Viserys chuckles darkly. Marrying off young Danny to Khal Drogo was the best idea he'd ever had. Khal was the leader of the local Hell's Angels. They were wild and dangerous, obeying no man's rules and casting fear into the hearts of every thinking man. They called themselves the Dothraki, their whooping chills of glee caused shivers into the hearts of mothers and fathers all over the Florida bay as their motorcycles throbbed loudly through towns and cities, the long haired, bare-chested and tattoed men looking for whatever fun might be found in their paths. Men like Khal Drogo have power in Florida. Whether he was fleecing stolen goods or involving himself in the cocaine smuggling trade from Mexico, Khal has his hands in all the right cookie jars. He was n't the brightest spark, that was certain; more brawn than brain. Yet, he had made a name for himself, his cruelty when dealing with adversaries had spread far and wide. No one wanted to get on the wrong side of the outlaw Dothrakis. 
 
 Taking another slow slip from the whiskey bottle, Viserys smirks. He was looking forward to having Khal as his brother in law. His sister was a worthy trade. His sister for the Winnebago again. 
 
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