Just a little fun that I was having. It's wicked short because there is only so much you can do with it. I hope you enjoy. Please review if you wish.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream until my lungs collapsed or until my throat burst from overuse. It was too much. This was too much. I felt like the scale had finally received the last straw it could hold until it tipped over. No. This was an elephant. A big, fat hairy elephant with an eating disorder. And no one would help me.
It was as if the laws of time and land had completely been forgotten. There was no way that this could be happening to me, again. Yes. Again. I have been through this moment too many times to count. My friends hold no mercy to me, and laugh off any trouble that I had. Why I kept continuing these mindless tasks was beyond me. I didn't have to. No one was forcing me. Oh but the guilt. How I could not live with the guilt that would plague me for denying such requests.
They were only simple things, you see, but it would plague me nonetheless. It cost me more than my dignity, it cost me my time and eventually there was a price to pay that I could not afford to divulge in. Alcohol never made it better. It made it so much worse. I attempted to hide my intoxication behind crude jokes or not speaking at all. But they knew. They always knew. My violent temper shined through my disguise like Anders releasing Justice. There was no way to hide my pain, my grief. No way to run at this point. I always got myself in too deep and before I knew it, life hit me like an ogre using Aveline as a battering ram.
I looked over at my companions. Smug smiles, all of them. Oh how I hated it. It's like they didn't even care. They never cared. Only ever were concerned about their own personal gain. Never even took a second look at poor old Hawke. Varric peered over at me, a roguish smile etched on his face like the Paragons themselves had blessed him. That smile made me cringe; made me filled with so much seething fury that I wanted to make him grow a beard by pulling at every single hair stubble on his face.
Isabela wasn't much better. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Never caring about who lost what as long as she got her coin at the end of the day. She glanced at me. Glanced! Oh the nerve of that woman. If I wasn't bound to this chair by my fear of falling off of this earth due to my current intoxication I would maul her face off with a spike from my own armor. But then I would destroy my armor so I need to rethink this.
My dog, Tyrus, wasn't any better. That panting son-of-a-bitch. Mocking me with that slobbering tongue of his. He didn't have even the decency to wipe up his own drool. Varric looked back over to me, wearing that damn smirk of his again.
"So, Hawke, what you got?"
I slammed my hand down on the table, revealing my cards, knowing fully that I had already lost. The rest of the table, including the dog, revealed their cards. Isabela and Varric groaned as they looked at Tyrus' hand.
I scoffed, pushing my coins to the mooching bastard. "My own damn dog plays cards better than me!"