What's with the crowd? Urgh, I don't have time I swear if…
"About time you got out," I turn to the voice of the smirking Varric.
"What's going on?" I question gesturing to the whole crowd.
"Seems like bookworm is stepping up," Varric smirks as we both turn to look up at Eve, she retrieves a beautiful but most likely shitty sword and raises it high in the air.
"More like being their scapegoat…" I mutter, knowing most likely why they elected her as the leader, someone to blame if shit hits the wall…
"Corypheus will never let us live in piece, if this is Andraste's or the Makers will, then I will follow so as depicted by the maker or Andraste's guidance. He intends to be a god he made that very clear to rule all over us all Corypheus must be stopped!" Eve declares raising the celebration occasion sword high in the air.
"Have our people been told?" Cassandra yells as I spot the eager look of Josephine and Cullen.
"They have and soon the world," Josephine confirms as I feel a brief flinch of fear. The world, great more enemies in line for us to deal with…
"Commander will they follow!?" Cassandra calls out to Cullen.
"Inquisition will you follow?" Cullen turns to us.
"Is it bad I'm tempted to say no," I jokingly smirk as Varric chuckles.
"Don't," He snickers as we both share a mischievous smirk and remain silent simply watching the roaring crowd.
"And fight, will we triumph, your leader, your herald, the inquisitor!" Cullen roars drawing his blade, making the whole crowd go wild.
"Wait hold up did I just see Josephine fist bump!" I snicker watching the elegant girl try to sheepishly hide the embarrassing display as Varric and I snicker.
"Be nice," Varric tells me.
"But that was just so…it was both cute but hilarious," I snicker.
"Cute?" He smirks raising a brow.
"Hey I'm not gay, I can call other girls cute," I argue scowling recalling in the past the numerous times, I was hit on by the same gender for some odd reason whenever I hung out with the others, they said I had some sort of bi vibe, it was weird and just presumed I was bi, I have nothing against bisexual people it's just…I'm not bi, not like the others, practically everyone in or group was bi but the dog and I, also Varric.
"I know, oh by the way," Varric smiles as I raise a brow at the letters from my brother and Hawke as well as Isabela.
"Huh, your spy network never fails to surprise me," I smirk.
"If it weren't for your spy network it wouldn't be so powerful," He compliments as we both give one another a secret high five.
"So curious question since we got a leader and this has been some sort of important day, think this means free drinks at the tavern?" I ask curious.
"That's the first thing you think about?" Varric frowns.
"Yep," I confirm.
"Andraste's tits I'm friends with a drunk," Varric face palms, shaking his head.
"I prefer a wine connoisseur and besides you should have known that by now," I smirk.
"I did I just didn't think you were as bad as your brother…" Varric grumbles.
"Never underestimate a elves drinking capabilities old friend…" Smugly, I smirk proud.
Together we head to the tavern….
Hah I knew it confidently, I smirk as I make it into a booth with the chargers, happily drinking some not so strong beer as Varric follows me as we all settle down, to celebrate this coronation of the inquisitor in a sense.
"Maker what…what the fuck was that…that pointy stone demon!" Sera rants as I calmly poker face drink my drink, in order to cover my mouth out from telling her the truth, the truth is much worse and she would go on a rampage if she knew.
"Sera, calm down," Blackwall tells her but it's no use as I see the elf girl freak out, fingertips tugging at her short blonde locks.
"I got an idea, hey Sera," I smirk.
"Oh no, I know that glint," Varric mutters as I smirk.
"What! Fudge nuggets, tits," She curses muttering to herself as I lean in, smirking eerily.
"A drinking competition, whose with me!?" I smirk as the chargers roar.
"Hell yeah!" Bull smirks getting in on the action.
"I'm game," Blackwall agrees.
"What? You're mental!? It's obvious Bull is going to win," Sera argues.
"Not so, Fen has quite the tolerance for an elf," Varric adds making me smirk as he begins the betting with Sera investing in.
"Makers balls, this is not going to end well," Blackwall mutters as the barkeep places down the tall mugs for us, smirking, we all begin, downing the alcoholic drinks….
3rd person:
"Okay!" Confidently, Sera smirks turning to the group of intoxicated people, the chargers already been defeating after a few pints are now either sluggishly rooting for the Bull to win or knocked out in their booth.
"Bring it!" Bull challenges smirking as Sera snorts giggling.
"Right here we go. How often do you fake orgasms?" Sera giggles like a child on Christmas glancing at them.
"None," Bull and Blackwall chorus.
"Seriously, not even once?" Fen gasps wide-eyed at the two.
"Hey I'm genuine when it comes to bed," Blackwall smirks.
"I treat sex like it's a good time, you can't lie that's just not fair to them. They could learn from their sexual experience you know," Iron Bull smirks.
"Okay now I'm interested what about you Foxy?" Sera slurs eager as Fen frowns.
"How many? That would count the number I've slept with and I've lost count," Fen comment slightly not noticing the wide eyed looks of Bull while Blackwall chokes on his beer from the reveal.
"You whore!" Iron Bull chuckles complementing Fen who snickers as Bull proudly pats her back.
"Can you give us an estimate?" Varric questions snickering.
"Okay…I'd say about…twenty," Fen furrows her brow in concentration, and whispers it.
"No!" Sera and Ball chorus gasping shocked as Fen giggles.
"How bad were these guys?" Blackwall whispers genuinely lost.
"Ask the blooming rose!" Fen quips jokingly.
"Have you ever had any you know…?"Sera gestures to down below making Fen snicker.
"With that place I wouldn't be surprised," Varric remarks enjoying his drink.
"Oh no. They always provided a clean service that I'll give credit for," Fen smirks, rising her pint proudly in the air causing the others to follow her, cheering and chuckling as they clink their mugs.
Smirking, Fen sneers as she watches her wobbly friends drink once more earning a groan from Sera who soon collapse to the ground, groaning joining Blackwall…
"See it did help her."
"What do ya mean?"
"Oh whenever I was panicking I would drink…"
"She isn't kidding, Hawke would sometimes find her drunk and unconscious in the hanged man, heck even the owner of the place had a special room, always booked for Fen in case of a late nights, Hawke would often pay for it…."
"You serious? I love drinking but you sound like you got issues…"
"Me issues? NAHH!" Fen releases a huge sharp breathe after drinking up a stronger than normal average drink, only to head bang into the wooden table and go limp, her body turning upside down as her legs are in the way and her head laying limply, hovering over the floorboards of the tavern.
"Maker she's a mess," Bull whispers gently steadying her.
"She's been worse. We're just lucky she's in her sleep drunk mode…." Varric smirks as Bull raises a brow.
"Yeah don't ask," Varric smiles, helping tend to Fen while Bull tends to the other drunkards, that are his chargers.
"Josephine is going to kill us isn't she?" Blackwall slurs out before passing out once more with Sera by his side.
"No. She'll kill Fen…" Varric responds looking at the knocked out drunk before him and smiling apologetically at the giggling barmaid and tavern owner…
"Wait! You can't go up there!"
"Hey come back here!"
"Men! Get-"
"FEN!" Loudly, the familiar female voice calls out as the door bursts open to the dark dreary room.
"Come on Isabela Fen isn't in the mood, I recommend leaving her to get herself ready…"
"Oh come on Varric, Fen's dealt with her fair share of hangovers she'll be fine besides she knew I was visiting…"
"Come on Fenny rise and shine!" Smugly, the female snickers, striding into the room, her heels clicking as she forces the window curtains of velvet ruby red to open, causing a bright beam of sunlight to strike down and blind the groaning mess in bed…
"Piss off…"
"No that isn't how you greet an old friend now is it…"
"It's you…"
"I see you're still that ray of bubbly sunshine in the morning. Now come on we're going shopping…."
"Sure and I'm-" Swiftly, Fen halts in her words, her bloodshot blue eyes widening in sight surprise as she quickly places her hand over her mouth and rushes to the nearest bucket near her, the two are unfazed used to the sound of heaving as vomit pours out of the complaining mess, clutching her head, wincing from the throbbing pain of her mind as well as the bright flash of the sunlight. Angrily, she glares at the window giving the window a swift middle finger only then to trip and fall out of the bed, grumbling peacefully closing her eyes.
"Maker I love the floor," Fen whispers in awe of the coolness of the floor comforting her.
"That's what she said," Isabela snickers, a smug smirk cross her lips.
"Yes I did, I am a female…, and what you say most nights," Fen deadpans at the pouting Isabela.
Smiling, Isabela kneels down giggling at the mess before her and jokingly poking the complaining messes face.
"Come on, come on, come on," Isabela roots only to be muffled by the swift jab to the face by the soft material that is the pillow, making her giggle smirking down at the mess, bags much more evident than prior, briefly making her frown.
"Alright I'll wait for you outside, Varric I leave this mess in your care," Smiling, Isabela leaves the room as Fen crawls to the familiar bucket, only to vomit once more, after she simply lays her head, leaning on the cool steel bucket, enjoying the icy chill of it, comforting her insides and flaming body.
"Okay Varric you're dismissed…" Fen slurs, nuzzling her cheek into the bucket.
"Fennic you and I both know the longer the take the more embarrassing stories of you, she will tell the others and even then she'll probably drag you and change you herself it's Isabella…." Varric brings up making the two falter, knowing the sad truth of their friend's mischief.
"You have a point I hate to say it but you're right…" Fen moans, sluggishly standing up with the aid of Varric as she forces herself to get ready as Varric leaves her to her devices….
Fen pov:
"Oh my gosh it's really you! The famous pirate that was in Kirkwall with the champion of Kirkwall, tell me what's Hawke like…?" Eve gushes going gaga for Isabella.
"A good dancer under the sheets…"
"Huh?"
"Isabella don't ruin her innocence, you've ruined too many children's innocence's as it is…" I scowl at the smirking Isabela enjoying the innocent expression of Eve.
"Oh come now what's wrong with having fun…"
"You're 'fun' and her 'fun' are very different," I point out.
"So you must know Fen and Varric?" Eve brushes our conversation aside too curious for her own good.
"Know them? Sweetie, Fen here is like a little sister to me and Varric's like the father of our group. Honestly, the stuff my little fox has gotten into…"
"Okay let's go shopping!" Quickly, I silence the giggling Isabella and confused Eve.
"Shopping? I never thought I'd hear those words from you fox!" Isabella teases lightly.
"I'm only saying it to save myself…" I grumble, knowing full well I despise shopping, it's stupid and wastes so much time…
"Yeah well, come on let's go have some fun," I sigh as Isabela drags me away from Skyhold and next thing I know we're in Val Royeaux…
"Come on I got us a table," Isabela smiles as she swaggers her way in, ignoring the multiple looks of disgust and eyes gawking at her as she confidently strolls in.
"Excuse me," Swiftly, she silences the fool with a simple hand raised, pushing him aside and uses her leg to swipe away at the used plates of people prior to claim the table as her own.
"I can see you reserved it alright, darling," I dryly remark as we sit down, feeling all eyes on us, my ears hearing the gossiping people….
"Who are those two….freaks?"
"Look at that girl…wearing such vulgar attire."
"Look at the knife ear with the strange markings…"
Easily, I drown them out to focus on the humming Isabela, cheekily winking at the waiter who orders for me, making me frown.
"Here, this should help your hangover; it's certainly helped me a few times" Isabela smiles passing me some water as I simply drink it. I enjoy the cool liquid, a sip of it anyway as I lean my head against the palm of my gauntlet, irritated by my still thudding headache which slowly numbs down but the bright light of the sun still glowers, irritating my wincing and stinging eyes.
"So…tell me how have you been? Any flings. Any interesting twits?" Isabella leans in eager to hear.
"Not really just been helping the inquisition," I shrug casually.
"Come on Fen any flings? What of baldy back there, he was giving you quite the look, he seems…." Isabella trials off, not sure what to say at my frown.
"He's an abomination," I deadpan.
"A abomination you have chemistry with, "She smirks.
"No I don't," I scoff.
"That's not what Varric's telling me," she smiles.
"Varric," I groan as our plates arrive and Isabella cheekily winks at the flustered male.
"I'm guessing we don't have to pay," I respond knowing her tactics well.
"Bingo, that's what I always liked about you fox you caught on," Isabela smiles.
"Okay what do you want?" I grumble.
"I just want to know what they know. Do they know of Corypheus and…."
"Not yet Varric is planning on telling them," I mutter.
"Fen are you eating? Sleeping well? I know you're drinking enough fluids," Isabella sighs as I grumble at her once again, trying to play the mother role making me scowl.
"I don't need a mother Isabella I need a friend," I argue as our friendly little catch up begins…
*What do you think Isabella and Fen were like in DA2?*