"Oy, Bull, up here, yeah?!"
The tall, muscular Qunari looked up to see two grinning elven girls from the upper floor of the tavern, and his face split into a grin when he saw the violet eyed one, "Hey, boss! Perfect timing! Get down here, Varric's here already!"
Idril grinned and moved away from the railing just as Sera vaulted off and jumped into the air, landing down at the table in front of Varric and Bull, causing the dwarf to almost spill his drink, the amber liquid of his ale slopping down his hairy chest.
"Andraste's knickerweasels, you almost killed me!" Varric complained as Sera and Bull started laughing, and making Idril look confused as she neared the table, and sitting down beside the Bull. At the sight of Varric, Idril grinned and jumped over the table, kissing the dwarf on his ale-slopped cheek, "Thanks again, Varric!"
"You owe me something fierce, your Inquisitorialness." Varric said, wiping his chest as Idril settled down to sit again, "I saw Vivienne a moment ago, and I tell you, if looks could kill… I think I'd rather fight during a Blight rather than have her look at me like that again."
Idril waved a hand, "Oh, Varric… fine, I'll buy you a bottle of Orlesian wine to give to her as an apology."
The dwarf grinned at her, "If that's the case, I think I'd keep that bottle for myself rather than give it to her." He looked up at the Iron Bull, "Are your boys going to play, Bull? Or are you pinching their coin so they won't play against you?"
The Qunari laughed out loud, "I'm not like that, Varric. In fact, Josephine already gave our salaries yesterday. Krem's getting drinks right now." He turned around and looked at his mercenaries, "CHARGERS! WHO'S UP FOR A GAME OF WICKED GRACE WITH THE INQUISITOR?!"
"AYE!" His men shouted back, and Idril laughed when she found their table filled with Iron Bull's men, with Krem sitting beside her after setting a cask of what looked like Golden Scythe 4:90 Black on the table, and a bottle of Aggregio for Idril, which was her favorite.
"So who's dealing?" Idril asked, as Sera disappeared to the underneath of the table with a flagon of the Black.
"I will." Varric said, but Iron Bull laughed, "No offense, dwarf, but you cheat when you're shuffling the cards. Let the Boss do it."
Idril laughed when Varric had the gall to look offended, "Ben-Hassrath, remember?"
The dwarf finally sighed and passed the deck of cards to her, "Fine, fine. Hard to argue with someone several heads taller than me. I'm betting five silvers."
Iron Bull's eye glinted, "Ten silvers here!" and soon everyone had started placing their bets on the table, with Idril placing ten silvers as well.
She laughed at the pile of coins in the middle as she started distributing the cards, "No Cullens, you understand? No betting clothing!"
At this reminder, Iron Bull waved his hand, "Wait, wait… No Cullens? Impossible! First game is ours, Inquisitor! My clothes for yours, and vice versa… for the entire night!"
Idril's eyes widened in shock, and blood flooded her face, causing her to turn red as Varric and the rest of the Chargers laughed and cheered, causing Iron Bull to look smug. At the sight of the Iron Bull's face, she grinned, and started shuffling the cards again.
"Fine, let's see how much of a 'bull' you are then."