[ AN: Sometime late Act 2 or early Act 3. The bigger context isn't too important for this scene. Isabela has been flirting with Fenris in party banter, despite Hawke and Fenris having a thing. Scene comes about because of a fun little game glitch this Hawke had, in which both Isabela and Fenris got the romance armor, without the game being modded or anything. ]

Hawke slammed a hand down on Isabela's table in the Hanged Man, causing the woman to jump in surprise. "What exactly," Hawke said, "do you think you've been doing these past few months?"

Isabela recovered her composure remarkably quickly, turning to her friend with a raised eyebrow. Despite Hawke's obviously angry tone, Isabela was all smiles. "Hello to you too, Hawke. No, I'm not busy! Come, sit down and have a drink with me for a bit. Let's chat."

Hawke leaned forward, getting up in Isabela's face. "Not in the mood. I think I've been extremely patient with this so far, but I can't put up with much more."

"That's nice, sweetheart," Isabela said. "But I have no idea what you're talking about, so you might want to be more specific."

"The flirting."

Isabela smiled. "I flirt with a lot of people. Who are you referring to, exactly?"

Hawke sat down in the other chair at the table, but stayed bent forward, both hands on the table. For a mage, she knew she could cut an imposing figure when she needed to. A girl didn't get far in a city like Kirkwall without learning to pose a threat through posture alone.

"You know damn well who, Iz!" Hawke was nearly shouting, but loud arguments were nothing new to the Hanged Man. None of the other patrons so much as batted an eye. "Asking him if Danarius ever oiled him up to 'glisten'? Trying to guess the color of his underwear?"

Isabela leaned back, crossing her arms in a relaxed posture. "Ah, Fenris."

"I'm sorry, did you not realize I usually standing no more than three feet away while you're draping yourself all over him?"

"I like him," Isabela said. "That's what I do with people I like. Don't tell me that comes as a surprise."

"Well, don't." Hawke pointed a stern finger. "For the sake of our working relationship, he's off limits."

"Last I checked, I didn't see your name on-" Isabela trailed off, tipping her head. "Actually, he did start wearing that emblem with your family crest on it, didn't he? I guess you do have your name on him. Damn." She shrugged, unaffected. "Still, I thought things didn't work out between you and him. I certainly didn't think you two were in anything exclusive."

"It's…" Hawke's anger faltered as she struggled to find a word to sum up what exactly she and Fenris were right now. The one she settled on was unsatisfying. "...complicated. It wasn't a problem with us. More of a problem with him. He's got personal stuff in the way, so he probably shouldn't be sleeping with anyone." Her jealous scolding tone snapped back into place. "But if he was going to sleep with anyone, it'd be me."

Isabela took a long drink, then set her cup back on the table with a tap. "Look, Hawke. Far be it from me to try to steal your catch out from under you." She paused for a second. "He was under you, wasn't he? Please tell me you didn't let him top."

"Isabela."

"Right, right." She waved a dismissive hand. "If you want me to stop, then that's all you needed to say, sweetheart. You should know that I wasn't trying to seduce him away from you, though. I had something far more interesting in mind."

Hawke frowned, some of her aggressive mood dying away, leaving room for confusion to surface. "Dare I ask?"

"From where I stand, this is simple. I know you're good in bed, I'm obviously excellent in bed, and he's…" She prompted for Hawke to continue.

Hawke sighed. "He's very good, if you must know."

"Called it. So all's good on that front, yes? After that, we have: you and he like each other, you and I like each other, and I like him. The way I see it, we're only one small step away from something really fun."

Hawke blinked, trying to follow. "Wait, you're not suggesting…"

Isabela raised an eyebrow. "Hawke, give me one good reason why I wouldn't suggest this."

A waitress stopped by their table, topping off Isabela's drink and leaving a new glass for Hawke. Hawke took advantage of the momentary distraction to gather her thoughts, taking a long, deep drink of the Hanged Man's cheap ale.

"The three of us," Hawke said slowly. "All three of us, together. Are you thinking… a one-night sort of thing?"

"If that's all you're up for," Isabela said with a shrug. "But if it's good fun, I don't see why we'd need to stop at just one night."

Hawke leaned back, taking another long drink. "He'd have to agree to this. If we were going to make something like that work, we'd have to bring Fenris on board."

Isabela grinned over the edge of her mug. "Why do you think I've been flirting with him, sweetheart? If you get in on him too, how could he possibly resist us both?"

Cracking a smile, Hawke raised her cup. "I'll toast to that, then. Count me in."