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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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[invigorates]

[ surely she's seen hawke in here countless times before, probably served her if varric or one of the others hadn't gotten to her first — but has she seen her this shitfaced before? we just don't know. she's sure as hell seen a lot of thedosians shitfaced recently though.

she steps over, arms resting on the bar as she leans over. ]

Hawke, yes? I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting properly yet. [ maybe talking will distract her from putting down another drink. ]

[ofkirkwall]

[ She's seen her before, definitely, made note of her one more than one occasion during her many trips to the bar to visit Varric or... well she always tends to come here to see her dwarven friend. The drinks are just a fun added bonus.

So she doesn't tense up as much, doesn't smile as hard, only shifts her weight on the back of the stool a little more and cocks her head to the side. ]

I think you might be right, quite a terrible shame.

[invigorates]

I agree. Perhaps we should remedy that now.

[ she bows her head lightly, smiling as she does so. ] I am Lioriley. 'Tis a pleasure to finally meet that amazing Hawke that Varric speaks so highly of.

[ofkirkwall]

It is more certainly a pleasure, Lioriley. [ She takes her time with the name, trying not to butcher it terribly with the somewhat notable slur in her face. ]

So you're a friend of Varric's, are you?

[invigorates]

[ some people have a hard time saying it sober, so lioriley doesn't even think to be offended by it. ]

I am happy to say I am, yes. [ a pause as she debates her next question, fingers tapping idly on the top o the bar. ]

Forgive me if I sound too intrusive, for we barely know one another, but are you ... all right?