Discovery
They all had been drinking too much, they knew that, but they just didn't seem to care. Not when Hawke had just been declared the Champion of Kirkwall. Varric and Hawke had declared a time for celebration and the party had been moved to the Hanged Man where they had all gorged on the Tavern's disgusting, yet effective, ale.
Hawke whooped as she jumped onto the table. "You should'a seen the look in his eye when tiny little old me moved in for the kill!" She exclaimed. "Huzzah!"
"That's our Champion!" Varric chuckled, tipping slightly as he moved to sit back down at the table.
"Mmm, our Champion indeed," Isabela purred as she climbed up onto the table, pulling a tipsy Hawke into her arms and planting a very passionate kiss on her fellow rogue's lips. All the noise in the bar ceased as all men, and women, stopped to gawk at the two as their mouths melded together. After a long moment, Isabela pulled back and chuckled at Hawke's dazed expression. "My gift to you, lovely."
"Maker, do it again." Merrill sighed, her cheeks rosy red and eyes glazed.
"Oh? I believe the kitten wants in as well," Isabela chuckled as she brought Merrill up onto the table and proceeded to do the same to the mage as she'd done to Hawke.
Varric looked at the others and found all the men in their group fixated on the women. When Anders caught him looking, the mage blushed and leaned in close. "We need to get them drunk more often," he whispered.
"No argument from me, Blondie."
"None here either…" came a mumble, and they both looked over to see Fenris giving them a nod.