003. (text/action)

[ofkirkwall]

Who: hawke & you.
Broadcast: fleetwide text.
Action: varric's bar on the iskaulit.
When: a few hours after this exchange.

friends and crewmates
this is hawke speaking ? typing? look i have decided to drink myself into the most pleasant stupor possible but then i thought why drink alone? so i have decided to formally invite whoever is interested to come and join me at my favorite dwarfs bar floor because drinking with friends is fun

but hawke we arent friends you say?? come introduce yourself already we will become very good friends drinking friends

[ That seems to be the end of it, for a few moments at least until another message appears. ]

varric
can i borrow your bed and your blankets and you

[ If you do decide to go looking for the woman behind the broadcast you will most certainly find her at Varric's bar, draped upon the bar with a bottle already in hand. She's dressed rather casual today in little more than her dark brown breeches, boots, a loose tunic, and her arms wrapped up from the elbows down in worn bandages, dark hair a ruffled mess. A picture of a woman who has lost control of her life and burying it all deep in the bottom of the bottle she is nursing.

Come, come, drink with her, play a few games of cards, or sing terrible tavern songs! It doesn't really matter much, honestly, as long as she isn't thinking. ]

Comments

[bryces_pup]

bravo to handling a drunken invitation better than I did. I can come join you but I will probably hold off on alcohol for the most part.

[ofkirkwall]

the joy of your company will be more than enough o hero of ferelden
you can have water

---> action

[bryces_pup]

you flatter me. i'll be there shortly.

[Riona's not terribly keen on returning to the scene of the crime, so to speak, but at least she won't be making an idiot of herself this time. Hopefully.

Some time later she arrives, and it takes her but a moment to spot Hawke. She walks over and takes a seat next to her.]

Since apparently it's the thing to ask - how much have you had to drink?

[ofkirkwall]

[ Hawke? Well she is all but beaming when Riona arrives, her free hand hanging out to welcome her with a combination of a lazy wave and a beckon to come closer. Decent company that's all she wanted! ]

A bottle, maybe two. [ Full bottles, large bottles. ] It's nothing I've had more before and been decently sober.

[bryces_pup]

At least you kept count. [She sucks at it when she's drinking.]

So, what's the occasion? [When the bartender comes, she orders water. Perhaps she'll indulge in a glass of wine later, but not much more than that.]

[ofkirkwall]

I have to do something with my time, I don't have Isabela around to convince me into a game of Wicked Grace where I will ultimately lose all but my small clothes.

[ She sighs heavily at that, leaning her head on the arm strewn across the bar top. She really misses Isabela, and Merrill, and Sebastian, and the Anders she remembers despite everything, and Carver - especially him. ]

There is no occasion.

[ That's a fat lie. ]

[bryces_pup]

Mmm-hmmm.

[She doesn't believe that at all, but she also understands not wanting to talk about it.]

Isabela, you say? She wouldn't happen to be a Rivani pirate, would she?

[ofkirkwall]

Yes! [ She sits up a little straighter than, grinning rather stupidly in her opinion but frankly she doesn't care how stupid she looks right now. ] She is definitely Rivani and a pirate. Causes a lot of trouble but is great in the sack.

[bryces_pup]

Ah, is she? [Riona snickers under her breath a little.] I met her when I was in Denerim. She was fighting off a bunch of scoundrels. We were quite impressed.

[ofkirkwall]

Mmhmm. [ She has many fond memories of Isabela, most of them don't involve a bed but some of them do. Aheh. ] She came to Kirkwall after the Blight. More crashed into Kirkwall with Qunari hot on her heels.

[bryces_pup]

I had always wondered what happened to her. [As one normally does with a one-night stand that involved a threesome...] So she had Qunari chasing her? The Void did she do?

[ofkirkwall]

She... [ Hawke trails off, staring at a distant part of a nearby wall. ] Stole something, their scared tome I think it was? Understandbly very unhappy men they were, especially their Arishok. I liked him though, he named me Basalit-an.

[bryces_pup]

Qunari are generally pretty grump. At least the one I knew was. [Oh, Sten. She misses him sometimes.] Basalit-an. That's a new one to me. Hopefully a nice title?

[ofkirkwall]

[ She nods, slowly, bringing the bottle to her lips and drinking deep. ]

It's supposed to mean I'm worthy of respect or something like that.

[bryces_pup]

Bravo, then. It is not easy to impress a Qunari. [If Sten is any indication.] Note for next time? Give them cookies. They seem to love them.

[ofkirkwall]

Cookies? Damn, maybe if I brought the Arishok a planet of my mother's cookies I wouldn't of had to fight him in single combat! [ Head turns and she stares Riona down somewhat seriously. ] I fought him for Isabela, so they didn't take her away. He's dead now.

[ Yes, Hawke did defeat the Arishok in single combat. That is a thing that happened. ]

[bryces_pup]

...certainly sounds like it would have been the less painful option. [Holy shit, Hawke.] You deserve one for being a good friend, anyway.

[ofkirkwall]

I deserve hundreds of cookies. Not just for being a good friend, and I am an excellent friend, but for saving Kirkwall more times than I care to count! [ She scoffs, head falling to the side and brow furrowing into something of a form crossed with a pout. ]

[bryces_pup]

Perhaps we'll have to bake up a storm in one of our kitchens. Then you can consume them all and bask in your well-deserved reward. If your stomach doesn't kill you first, at any rate.