Part 3 of The Tavern! The male members of the Inquisition all sit down to drinks and have quite the good old
time, except for Solas. I can understand why. Poor elf. Enjoy this part! :)
After the Inquisitor stopped the raging hormonal females, the group found their tables and readied themselves for a feast. Iron Bull yanked Cole off his shoulder and dropped him into a wooden chair. "There you go my young man, a fine seat and a meal waiting for you." Iron Bull crossed his arms, happy that he made up for his and Cole's skirmish earlier. Cole glanced weakly at the soup in front of him, then at Bull. He smiled feebly as thanks. Then he let his head droop and his neck gave away. Cole's face soon became acquainted with the soup, creating a loud smacking noise as they met.
Bull let out a hearty laugh and said, "Looks like the boy was really hungry!" Bull once more gave Cole a friendly slap of the back, pushing Cole's face farther into the soup, making it squish and fall over the sides of the bowl. The Inquisitor merely shook her head.
Surrounding her, the guys talked and laughed about killing things and just being men in general. Solas sat quietly in the middle of it, reading and writing in his book. Varric soon took notice of it.
"Solas! What do you think you're doing," shouted Varric. He stood up in his chair and threw his hands onto the table, leaning as far as he could to reach Solas across from him. Solas looked up and sighed heavily. "I wish to indulge myself into my research. This will be my only chance for a while." Solas examined Varric's face closely. "Ah you're drunk, much as I expected." He simply shrugged and went back to his book.
Varric squinted one eye at him and raised his eyebrow. "Oh come on Solas! Join in with us!" He reaches over and snags the book right out of Solas's hands. "Hey," Solas yelled.
Varric shook his finger at him. "Now now, if order to get it back, you must do something." He smiled lazily at the steaming elf. Solas quietly gave up and replied, "Very well. What would you have me do?"
The drunken dwarf studied the room. His eyes brightened up when he discovered a bar wrench across the tavern. It was perfect. "Okay elf, see that bar wrench." Solas glanced at the server, hastily pouring drinks to the noisy patrons. He nodded at Varric. "Well go over there and flirt with her."
Waiting for the elf's reply, the male members leaned in to hear his answer, all quivering with excitement. Solas frowned, but agreed. "If I do this, you will give my book back, correct?" Varric grunted a yes at him. Solas's shoulders drooped, but he did indeed walk over to the woman.
"Greetings, I've recently been in your acquaintance and this is absurd. But here I provide to you my contact details. So hail me, maybe?" Solas blushed and rocked on his tippy toes, waiting for the lady to become aware of his presence. "What'd you say bub," said a rather gruff voice. The woman turned around and was revealed as a man, posing as a serving lady. Solas gasped in horror and surprise. His face burned with embarrassment and he quickly retreated to his chair where his "friends" were laughing their arses off.
He mumbled under his breath, "You guys knew that was a man… I'll get you all back." Varric, Bull, Dorian and Blackwall roared with laughter, pounding the table with their fists and rocking in their chairs. Even bubbles could be seen rising from Cole's soup. As promised, Varric tossed Solas his book back and started gossiping about Solas's new boyfriend.