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[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. ]

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[lord_wizard]

[Hawke. That's a name he knows only by reputation. He knows it because Fenris knows it, even if the personage of Hawke tended to be open to some interpretation. Regardless, it's curiosity that has him wander in.

It's the first time he's been in Varric's bar and he can't say he's especially impressed and the flat expression on his face says as much. Hawke isn't hard to miss, at least.

He silently invites himself into the seat next to her, angled sideways to face her.]

Hawke, I presume?

[ofkirkwall]

[ She's picking at the bar when he approaches, amusing herself with lines and a half hummed song she can't honestly remember where she had heard it before. That all stops when he speaks, head turning to greet him with a exaggerated smile. ]

The very one, unless you met another Hawke then you have the privilege of meeting the prettier one.

[lord_wizard]

I count myself fortunate, then, that you're the first.

[Granted pretty might be subjective in this case, but it's not as if he is blind to basic aesthetics. Not that she's looking particularly glamorous at the moment, but his smile won't belie that at all.]

I see you're aware of your counterparts. Is that what brings you here today?

[ofkirkwall]

[ It is always good to feed the ego, and Hawke's takes this as greedily as a starving man does a loaf of bread. She grins before bringing her bottle to her lips, taking a sizable drink from it. ]

Not at all, I've known about them for a while now. No today I felt like drinking, a lot, because I enjoy it.

[lord_wizard]

A good a reason as any. [And he honestly doesn't buy it. There's always a reason]

What is your drink of choice this evening?

[ofkirkwall]

Hmm. [ Head turns, eyes narrowing to squint at the bottle she has been nursing. She knew the name, she thinks, not so much now however. The name lost in a haze of warm liquid and things she doesn't want to be thinking about. ] Not sure, but it tastes great.

[lord_wizard]

After that much of it, I'm sure it does. [He'll, however, lean over until he can reach behind the bar for a glass. He will absolutely not drink from a bottle. He likes to pretend he has more dignity than that, after all]

You should let me be the judge of that.