A/N: This will likely be a 3-shot, I've written the second chapter, but need to do the third.

Enjoy!

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Hawke clapped his hands together, and his companions all turned to look at him from their places around Varric's long table. "Right, we are having a game night at my house in a few nights. No excuses, I want you all there," Hawke firmly stated with a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Hawke, whatever you're planning, I can't I have to–"

"I told you, Aveline, no excuses!" he growled, she folded her arms and pushed out her lip, and Hawke gave her a smug smile. "Any other protests?" He looked around, daring anyone to object, none did.

"What kind of games are we playing?" Isabela purred, running her eyes up him yet again.

"Bela, you've already seen what lies beneath, there's no need to undress me with your eyes."

"Oh, but it's so much fun," she hummed. "And you didn't answer my question, sweet thing."

"It will be a debate," he answered cheerily. Anders, Fenris and Varric all groaned.

"Don't we argue enough as it is?" Anders groused with a long sigh.

"I wouldn't call them arguments, so much as you preaching to everyone about the plight of mages," Fenris retorted with a snort.

The mage's head snapped toward the elf, his lip curling in disgust. "I only go on about it because I seem to be the only one that cares!"

"Oh I don't know, a healthy debate might be good for us," Sebastian said, adding his two coppers worth.

"Thank you," Hawke earnestly said to the Chantry brother. "All we seem to do lately is bicker, I am sick of wandering around these streets with you lot following behind snapping at one another. So we are going to clear the air."

"I like debates, what will we be debating?" Merrill chirped, almost bouncing in her seat.

Hawke grinned. "We will be debating who gets kicked off a sinking ship."

"What!?" Merrill's already large eyes nearly popped out of her head. "But we don't have a ship, do we?" She looked around rather confusedly. "And why is it sinking?"

"Merrill, it's a game," Hawke sighed, exasperated. "We all pretend we're on a sinking boat and someone needs to be thrown overboard to stop the entire thing from going down. So you'll need to argue your usefulness. Anders for example could say he is a healer – those are mighty handy to have," Hawke explained, and Anders smiled smugly. "You'll have to persuade the others you're worth keeping on board."

"Oh, that sounds like fun!" Merrill cheered.

"What's the catch, Hawke? You've got an evil glint in your eyes," Varric asked suspiciously.

Hawke grinned wickedly. "You won't be debating as yourself. You will all pick a name out of a hat and have to debate as them, for the entire evening."

They all groaned.

"Will this involve dressing up?" Aveline moaned, rubbing her forehead with one hand as her other cupped her mug.

"It is entirely up to you how far you take the game, but I get the final vote on who gets the plank – so points for effort could come in handy."

"This sounds like a terrible idea, Hawke," Varric offered, finishing off his drink and topping it up once more.

"I would have thought you'd be up for this, Dwarf, don't you love a good story? This evening could make for some mighty fine entertainment."

"Well whoever ends up with me isn't laying their hands on Bianca, I don't trust any of your dirty fingers, yours especially Rivaini." Varric shot Isabela a look and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"All right," Hawke stated. "Time to pick a name out of the hat, and you're not allowed to tell anybody! And when you turn up at my house for the game night I expect you to be that person all evening, no breaking character!"

Hawke pulled out the hat and held it in front of Sebastian first; the archer took a deep breath and dunked his hand in, removing it a second later with a small white piece of paper. He gingerly opened it, and then his face paled and he made an undignified choking sound.

Hawke stifled a giggle, but told him to not say a word and moved on to Merrill. This continued for some time until he got to Fenris who was fidgeting nervously in his seat. Hawke 'accidentally' dropped the hat on the ground along with the final name and took a quick glance at it before handing it to Fenris with a small smile. The elf gave a slight nod of his head in thanks, his shoulders sagging in relief. Hawke was still teaching Fenris his letters, and knew Fenris wouldn't be able to read something like that just yet.

"Okay, everyone has their name. You have three days to prepare arguments and dress-up materials. On the night you will be known as a mix of your name and your new persona. For example if I were taking part in it and pulled my brother's name out of the hat, my name would be Hawver." He burst out laughing as did his companions. "And that is why I didn't invite him." He snorted. That and the fact he was in the sodding Templars now.

"Why aren't you taking part, Hawke? That doesn't seem fair," Merrill worried.

"Because I'm the captain of the ship," he said, with a wink to a put-out Isabela.

"Then I vote we mutineer and throw you off and be done with this entire thing," Anders scoffed.

Hawke arched an eyebrow and folded his arms. "Any who want to mutineer have to fight me first and I promise you won't win," he mock growled.

Anders rolled his eyes and sighed. Hawke looked at everyone else; some of his companions looked excited others were clearly not happy with their new personas. Hawke merely smiled and told them all to head home.

Hawke walked back with Fenris to their mansions in Hightown; Fenris was very quiet for most of the journey and then finally spoke up, "Thank you, Hawke, for not embarrassing me."

"You won't be thanking me when I tell you who you have." Fenris looked at him expectantly and Hawke grinned. "Let's just say your name on the night will be Fenders." The elf frowned momentarily and then his dark brows leapt up his head in realisation.

"Anders?" he hissed.

Hawke chortled in an undignified way and tears pricked his eyes. "'Fraid so," he laughed, slapping the elf on the back.

Fenris' shoulders sagged and he let out a long sigh. "And I have to think of his uses?" He shuddered.

Hawke nodded with a laugh. "And you should probably wear something with feathers," Hawke quipped with a sideways smile.

"You realise this night of yours will only end in further bickering, yes?"

"Perhaps, at least it will be entertaining though!" He stopped outside of his estate and grinned at the elf. "I'll see you in a few nights. You're intelligent Fenris; I'm sure you'll think of some useful qualities for Anders, it can be absolutely anything."

Fenris nodded and bade him good night.

Hawke entered his mansion and laughed; it was either going to go horribly wrong or hilariously well. He hoped it would be the latter.