A/N: Hi! Sorry it's been taking a bit to get this up. It's kinda been hectic. Please let me know what you think so far. I love feed back. But yeah. Here ya go.

I pulled myself out of bed to answer the door. Maker help them. This better be important. I threw the door open to reveal Hawke standing there with a slight pink to his cheeks.

"Hawke can I help you?"

"Yeah! You should come down and drink with us." He smelt like mead.

"I just got back from work and it's one in the morning. You should go home and sleep," I looked at him and noticed he didn't have his armor on. I know he was done with Antenril, but walking around with no weapons or armor on was bad for a guy like him.

"Nah. I'm fine. You should drink with us. Come on!" He tried to grab my arm and I easily dodged. "Just for a bit?"

"Hawke, if I go down and drink one, and only one, will that satisfy you?" I just want to sleep Hawke.

"Yes!" He spun around and just barley caught himself as he stumbled. Hawke wobbled down the hall and almost tripped down the stairs. I would have laughed if I wasn't so tired. I followed him to the table where we first met. Sitting there was a dwarf with out a beard, 'odd' and a woman with long black hair that resembled Hawke.

"Hi," I managed to say through a yawn.

"Hi!" cheered the woman, who also had too much to drink.

"Hello. Hawke said he was going to bring down a beautiful woman and here I thought he meant Bethany." He took the hand I extended. "My apologies. I am Varric Tethras"

"Yes, well thank you." I took the seat by Hawke facing the man who calls himself Varric. He was dressed in a low clasped shirt with a green sash pulled around his waist. It seemed that all his hair from his beard fell into his chest. He also seemed to be the only one who could hold his liquor.

"So what has my dear friend so exited about, that he had to drag me out of bed?" I asked as I ordered a glass of whiskey.

"We're goin' into business!" Hawke explained with a slur. "We're going into the deep roads and finding treasure!"

"Great. So when does this happen?" Varric lifted an eye brow as I took a quick swig of my drink and ordered another one.

"Soon," was all Hawke said.

"Okay. So what's stopping you?"

"Right now we need some financing to get it moving. It won't take us long," Bethany chimed in, giggling to herself.

"Is she going to be okay?" I pointed a finger in her direction.

"I'm sure she'll be fine." Varric said, waving a hand at the giggling drunk. "Now why don't you join us? You look like you can handle yourself."

He wasn't wrong. I maybe a woman but I could hold my own. I may not be built like Aveline but I am strong. I was just the type of girl the guys tried to target to 'teach a lesson,' hot temper and a body to mach. Those men quickly found out how badly their egos and pride can fall. But you couldn't tell that by my sleep ridden hair and baggy clothes. He's very perspective.

'I'm trying to stay out of the little wars that wage on this little globe' is what I really wanted to say. But I opted for; "Work is busy and I'm a bit rusty with a blade. I'd be more of a burden." Sticking my nose everywhere is the quickest way for people to notice me, and the quickest way to be found. That's one thing I didn't want, to be found.

"I highly doubt that, but it's your life. If you change your mind I'll be in the room down the hall," and with that Varric said his good nights.

"You should join!" Hawke forced my attention back to the table.

"Hawke why don't you have any armor on?"

"I'm out with friends. Why would I need it? Huh," he said as his strong arm met mine and pushed. He was warm, probably due to the alcohol.

"I'm not letting you both go home drunk at this hour. You'll be killed or robbed." I know it would most likely be the former. "I'll escort you both home or you both sleep in my room."

"We'll be fine," Hawke insisted.

"Judging by the level of intoxication, I'd say it's safer for me to let you stay here."

Bethany perked up and nearly lunged at her brother. "Can we? It'd be like a sleep over."

Hawke started to shake his head and move to get up. I couldn't believe I was going to say this, "Yes Hawke. It could be fun. It'd be like a sleep over." Hoping that he would find two against one would make it easier on us all.

"Fine," he sighed.

Bethany jumped out of her seat and bound up the stairs. How can she move that fast with out feeling sick. She must be plastered. I left Hawke to follow, and lead the way to my room. I opened the door for them both and followed the into the small room.

"You two can have the bed. If you need more blankets let me know."

"No," Hawke's voice came strong. "You and Bethany will have the bed. I'll take the floor."

I glanced over to the bed and Bethany was already fast asleep. "Hawke please. Just take the bed. I'm in no mood." My annoyance grew with every passing second he didn't crawl into the bed.

"I will take the floor," he commanded, stepping closer. I took a set back. Knowing all to well what could happen next. "You have been nice enough to share your room. I will not take advantage of you." He sounded sober now. Where did this come from?

A moment passed, both of us not moving. "Where are the blankets?" His tone lacked the defiance it had a moment ago.

"I'll get them." I moved past him to reach the small cabinet that housed my belongings. I pulled out two thick blankets and two lumpy pillows. I handed him the stack and watched has he laid out his bed. His movements were deliberate, yet sloppy from what alcohol was left in his system. He placed the pillows down and looked up to me.

"Thank you," and with that he laid down and drifted off to sleep.

I walked over to the bed and slipped in with little disturbance from Bethany. I couldn't fall asleep. My mind wandering. How quickly he sobered when offended. A small part of me was expecting him to attach. That little part of me was still the killer.