Garrett Hawke, Isabela, Varric, and Sebastian walked into the Blooming Rose to find someone to talk to about the missing templars. It had been a while since Sebastian had been there, and while there were certainly new men and women, Viveka seemed to still be in charge. Isabela and Varric went their own ways, leaving Sebastian at the door, while Hawke questioned Viveka about the templars.

Sebastian looked around. There weren't many visitors today, so it seemed that his vows would remain intact for the time being. He sat down at the bar, and got a glass of cider. Had he been more alert, he would have seen Isabela sneak something into his drink as it slid across the bar towards his waiting hand.

As he brought the cider to his lips, Varric slapped Sebastian on the shoulder, spilling quite a bit of the drink into his lap, and making Sebastian practically inhale the rest of it. Off to the side, Isabela grinned widely, as her plan had passed phase one.

"Damn, Choir Boy!" Varric bellowe, watching as Sebastian's face went red at the mention of the "choir boy" comment. "Didn't think the Chantry allowed you to get drunk!"

Wiping his face clean with a cloth that the bartender handed him, Sebastian answered. "I am not getting drunk, I am merely enjoying myself." Sebastian used the cloth to wipe away the suspiciously continuous sweat that collected on his brow. "Am I not allowed to enjoy myself?"

Hawke looked on from the side, watching the conversation get heated, with a raised eyebrow. As he went to say something witty, Isabella gently put a hand on his shoulder. When he turned his head to ask the pirate what was up, she merely shook her head, indicating that he should continue watching.

"Nah, I didn't mean-" Varric began, only to be interrupted.

"No, what you meant to say," Sebastian said, his voice getting louder as he went on. "What you meant to say was that as a Brother of the Chantry, I am not allowed to have any fun." Sebastian stood up, pushing away Varric and Hawke. "Well, I am going to show you that we can, and are allowed to have fun." He began to unbuckle his armor.

At this moment, a young woman walked by, and Sebastian, pausing his insisted unbuckling, slapped her on the arse. The woman jumped a bit, and looked up at Sebastian, her face turning a bit pink.

"Ah, m-messere? Is there something that you required of me?" The young woman asked, a bit nervous.

Sebastian bent over to whisper in her ear, to which the woman blushed furiously. From where Isabela was standing, she could have sworn the words, "felicitate me" came out of the Chantry Brother's mouth. Standing up straight, he put his arm around the woman's shoulder, escorting her away from the lasvicious group, all of which showing raised eyebrows, and looking rather pleased with the way the situation had turned out.

Sebastian awoke some hours later with a pounding headache, and in a bed that was not his own. Sitting up quickly, despite the nausea, he looked around the semi-familiar room nervously. Placing his palm to his face, he whispered into the dark, empty room.

"Dammit, Isabela..."

Down in Lowtown's Hanged Man bar, Isabela sneezed as she brought her whiskey to her lips. She eyed Varric over the glass with a raised eyebrow, as the dwarf sneezed into his ale.

"Seems to me," Isabela said knowingly, "that SOMEONE has finally gotten laid." Varric laughed.