Written for LJ's dao_challenge Lightning Round, subject: "Girls just want to have fun."
Dragon Age belongs to BioWare, those party animals.
Girls Lights Out
)O(
"Awww, how cute!"
Giggle.
"Even your giggle has that accent."
"That annoying accent."
"Annoying?"
"Yes, 'tis."
"Yep, 'twindeed tit 'twis."
Giggle.
Snerk.
"I hate you. Give me the bottle."
"Don't hog it – "
"Oo! Makeup!"
Pause.
Gnsyerk.
Giggle.
Titter.
"Wait! Wait. Waitwaitwait..."
"Yes?"
"Well?"
"What?"
"'Wait'...?"
"Okay."
"No, you said 'wait.'"
"I did?"
"Give me the bottle."
"Wait!"
"Not again..."
"No, I mean, look over there."
"So?"
Pause.
"Is something in your eye?"
"I think she's constipated."
"That was a meaningful look, I'll have you know."
"Do it again."
Pause.
"No, definitely constipated."
"Anyway...look over there. No, there. Where I'm pointing-oh, no wait...let me try again...ummm...There!"
"Okay."
"So?"
"Soo...give me the bottle...we've gone to all this trouble...Art should be shared!"
"Ooo..."
"Ah..."
Giggle.
Gsnyerk.
Smirk.
)O(
Ashe peeled one eyelid open, wondering vaguely whether she had fallen asleep with darkspawn blood in her mouth or if some forest creature had used it as a latrine. Someone also seemed to have replaced her eyeballs with boiled onions, which might explain the peculiar yellow tinge the world had acquired. Gingerly pressing herself to a sitting position, she realized she was at Morrigan's little campsite and the witch was sitting on the other side of the fire, pressing a poultice to the back of her neck. Hearing the elf move, Morrigan held out a cup in her direction without otherwise changing position. Wincing, Ashe accepted and sipped the scalding, bitter tea, glancing carefully around to see Leliana curled in the middle of the camp, clutching her lute and sucking her thumb. She looked back at Morrigan.
"Must you flicker around the edges like that?" she said crossly. Morrigan reflexively rolled her eyes, and then flinched in pain.
"Tell me how we thought it advisable to drink anything the dwarf would be carrying-" she began.
"Aaagh!" A scream of sheer terror caused both women to clutch their heads even as they leaped to their feet. Sten, Wynne and Zevran appeared, startled but ready to face the new threat. Leliana merely scrunched her eyes closed and curled more tightly around her lute.
"Nyaaagh!" Alistair's tent thrashed violently, ripping loose from the pegs. He fought his way free and fled wailing for the river in his smallclothes, trailing guy ropes and canvas behind him. Still passed out in Alistair's abandoned bedroll, Oghren rolled over with a grumbling snort, the intricate Orlesian braids in his hair a fetching counterpoint to the bright makeup and frilly white nightie over his armor.
The elf and the witch exchanged glances.
"Very well. Asked and answered."
Gsnyerk.