( My Hawke's silly and far too proud. )
"Have you ever thought of a job here, my dear?" The Orlesian accent shocked Hawke as she span around and looked at the woman who'd spoke such words
"Wait, what? Me?" She stammered pathetically. This wasn't happening, this really wasn't happening and her uncle wasn't just inches away listening in!
"Hawke? A prostitute? Oh Maker, I'd have seen it all." Isabella scoffed smugly while the mage narrowed her white orbs annoyed at the comment,
"What the hell are you implying?" She hissed with a twitching brow that made the rogue smile wider and Carver snigger quietly out of sight,
"Oh nothing, just that you're not exactly the life of the party…"
"Excuse me?" Roxsanna bit nastily sneering at the whore.
"Oh come one Hawke, one shot and you're tipsy, a dirty compliment and you're red as a freshly slapped arse."
The comment itself seemed to send the modest mage a rosy scarlet with both embarrassment and anger.
"Like hell it does!"
"Then what was last night at the hanged man?"
"I had six shots."
"Psh, like that's any more impressive."
"Oh? And what is? Fourteen? You looked like a drunkard!"
"Say's the 'innocent school girl'."
"Bullshit, you whore!"
"Ha! That's rich from the virgin!"
"Shut your trap! I am not-"
"More than I need to know!" Carver interrupted the two to only who shoved aside and crash in to a table of prostitutes chattering excitedly at the argument, yet no one moved to help the sprawled out male.
Fenris watched with curiosity at the heated discussion between the females and decided that Hawke was big on pride, seeing as she'd just sealed herself in to a bet…
"So you're saying I'm not fun enough to be a prostitute?" Hawke snapped hands on her full hips and the pirate queen mimicked the stance
"Yep." She grinned.
"Sister, this really isn't some thing we should be talking about now!"
"Shut it, Carver." Hawke snipped unimpressed by the younger siblings sudden involvement, he only intervened when it was convenient for him to look good or caring, but it was all bullshit! And she was so tired of people's bullshit.
Carver tried to calm his older sister down just a little more, just incase, in the rare event, she did do some thing-
"Fine! I'll show you!"
…stupid.
Hawke was a strong woman, talented mage, but bloody hell she was proud and friggin' stubborn.
"Is this truly wise?" Fenris arched a brow at the steaming woman who'd just stormed out of the Blooming rose in a huff, of course it wasn't wise, hell, it was down right retarded, but he wouldn't say those words exactly.
Hawke paused in the middle of the street with a large frown.
She hadn't really just arranged a interview with the owner…she hadn't just said she'd be there at Thursday dinner time…She hadn't said it would be an honor to work at the Blooming rose…
"Oh sod, what have I done?"
"Some thing very foolish."
"…For once; we agree."
"Do you wish to go back?"
"Bloody hell, no."
"…Your just not going to turn up on Thursday then?"
"That's the plan."
"…"
"Can we go get drunk at your place now?"
"Maker's breath Hawke, fine, but bring your own wine this time."
"Feh, Mister Meanie."
"What did you just call me?"
"Nothing intelligent, so don't waste your breath."'