"Hawke."
"Hawke, please."
"Get down from there, Hawke."
"Never!"
Hawke hung upside down from the roof, laughing at the annoyed expression on Fenris's face.
Fenris, Anders, and Varric had been searching for Hawke for the past two hours when they were told by one of the merchants that their 'comrade was probably going to die'. She told them where she had seen Hawke and then went right back to her work, selling people random things for far too high prices. Now the three were standing in front of the Hanged Man, staring up at Hawke, whom was sitting on the edge of the roof, hanging backwards off of it.
How the hell did they not see him up there when they left the Hanged Man?
"Hawke, please get down." Anders sighed out, shaking his head. Hawke sat up and crossed his arms with a huff.
"No!"
"We're never letting him get drunk again." Fenris grumbled, crossing his arms and looking down at Varric. Said dwarf chuckled quietly with a small smirk.
"You love drunk Hawke." He teased, nudging Fenris with his elbow. The elf grunted and took a step away from him.
"Maker's breath!" Anders yelped. Fenris and Varric winced at the sound of a loud thud, quickly looking over. Anders was on the ground with a laughing Hawke on top of him. Hawke looked up at the elf who was trying with all of his might to not laugh and the horrified dwarf, tilting his head innocently.
"What? He told me to come down."