How they all ended up there is anyone's business, but soon enough Varric had shut the door to his palatial suite - after Edwina had left enough glasses and had a barrel of each whiskey and ale tapped, of course. Needless to say, they were sloshed. Hawke was sprawled in a chair alongside Varric, leaning over his head as she laughed at the story.

"I've had more than enough of your tall tales," Aveline shook her head, smirking from where she sat. Somehow Donnic had convinced her to join them, and her eyes were bright from the drink.

"If we've had enough lies, perhaps we should get down to the truth," Isabela said, as she waggled her brow at Merrill and tugged the lithe girl back into her lap. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I just thought that - nowhere," she smiled lightly, taking the glass of ale the pirate offered.

"So what do you propose, wench?" Hawke said, resting her arm over her knee.

Isabela arched a brow, leaning over the table as she said, "A game of course. We've had enough drink for fun, but let's do something raunchy."

"Maker preserve me," Sebastian muttered, looking into the glass of water he held. "Perhaps this wasn't the brightest idea."

Hawke caught his shoulder as he tried to get up, "Don't think you're getting out of this one. The door's shut, you can't escape now." She looked around the room, grinning, "And that's the same for all of you."

"However lubricated I might be, I am not one to allow myself to be contained," Fenris said, trying to sit up in his chair.

"If you're that lubricated, dearest, perhaps I can drag you to the back room?" Isabela replied, prompting a soft titter from Merrill. "After our game of 'Never have I ever' of course!"

"Really," Aveline said as she sat up from Donnic's arms, "I'm not certain I - we're up for such a game."

"Don't worry, ginger," Isabela said, eyes sparkling, "With the way you live, I doubt you'll have to drink much at all."

"So what are the rules," Anders said, smacking his lips. "Though I don't imagine Justice getting anymore happy about this..."

"Such a dear," Hawke laughed lightly, toying with his hair. "You always say you're one and the same."

"We are -"

"Then how are you drinking if he doesn't wish it?"

"I'd rather not get into it," Anders said, expression drawn as he took another sip of ale. Hawke pulled him close to kiss his temple and cheek, and his eyes lightened.

"It's simple enough," Isabela said, grinning as she propped a foot up on the table, "If you've done something, you drink. If not, you don't."

"You know, Isabela, if you're wanting to get trashed, I can help you with that," Varric said. "In fewer words."

"I'm just tired of sitting around," Isabella said, swaying back in her chair and knocking Merrill out. The elf stumbled back into Fenris' steady hand. "I want to have some fun, this is almost as boring as the Chantry."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

"No offense, sweet cheeks," Isabela thinly smiled at him.

"I'm game," Hawke's eyes sparkled, and everyone looked at her. "We all get our turns, make the rounds."

"What am I getting myself into," Anders muttered, before carefully slurring, "I'll play too."

"I've got nothing to hide," Varric said, grinning as he leaned back in his chair. "Should make for a good story in the end."

"Maker," Aveline sighed, looking to Donnic, who merely grinned in reply. "Yes, alright. Fine."

"It does sound like fun," Merrill said, "But what's to keep a person from lying?"

"The drink," Fenris rumbled, crossing his ankle over his knee.

"The truth serum of fools," Hawke said, grinning as she moved to the chair beside Anders. "And if I find out that any of you are hiding anything, so help me, you'll regret it more than speaking up."

"Where do you think you're going, Chantry-boy?" Varric said, drawing attention to Sebastian as he stood.

"I fear I have already caused too much damage with the amount imbibed," he replied, bowing his head.

"Our wine not good enough for you?" Fenris asked, hard eyes on the prince.

"No, of course not, my broth -"

"Then sit down," Fenris answered.

Sebastian glanced about the close room, sinking back into his chair as soft laugher followed him.

"For trying to escape, you get to go first, pretty boy," Isabela said, waggling her brow and linking her leg over the arm of her chair.

Glancing skyward in a silent prayer, Sebastian hesitated a moment before shrugging and saying, "Never have I ...owned a cat."

"Please," Isabela laughed, shaking her head as Donnic, Anders and Merrill took up their glasses. "What fun is that?"

"You had a cat?" Hawke asked Merrill, leaning into her hand.

"For a little while, anyway," Merrill said, nodding as she licked her lips. "I think it ran away. I'm not sure I was feeding it right."

"It should feed itself, kitten," Isabela grinned and said, "You go."

The elf glanced through the room thoughtfully before she said, "Never have I thrown up on a stranger."

Everyone but Fenris, and Aveline took up their glasses, much to Merrill's amusement.

"I'm not sure I've ever seen you toss your bits," the guard-captain said, her smile softening. "Better at holding your liquor than most here."

"It's because the drink is so weak," Merrill idly said, twirling a bit of her hair. "Not at all like what my clan had."

"Never have I lain with a mage," Varric said in good time, and Hawke rolled her eyes.

"Now you're just being mean," she laughed, knocking glasses with Anders to drink up.

"A pity that," Isabela said as she finished her drink and stood to refill it, "Entirely worth it."

"Here, here," Hawke said with sparkling eyes. "My turn," she demanded, expression more devious. "Never have I slept with Isabela."

"Spend every night with her," Isabela tipped her glass. "And it's grand."

"You won't catch me with that one," Varric replied, smirking and tapping his mug on the table, as eyes roamed to the hesitant hands.

Fenris scarce cracked a grin as he took up his glass for a drink, doing a double take as Merrill followed suit.

"What?" the Dalish girl asked. "It gets cold and she stays with me at times."

"I believe our dear Hawke had meant sexually, you sweet thing," Isabela made eyes at Hawke, "Lain with me as one might lay with a woman. As she lays with her mage."

"Oh? Oh," Merrill said as her eyes danced around. "I suppose that might count anyway, how does a woman lay differently than a man?" Light laughter followed.

"What? No more of you?" Hawke said as she raised a brow. "I'm disappointed."

"I have standards," Isabela replied, and the table jeered. She winked at Fenris, and he lifted his glass to drink again in reply. Tongue on her lip, the pirate hesitated before saying, "Never have I had red hair."

Aveline grumbled something slanderous and took up her glass, taking a deep drink as Donnic softly laughed.

Licking his lips, Donnic followed with, "Well I've never seen a templar naked."

"It's not that hard, you know," Hawke said from across the table, and she met Anders gaze as she drank deeply. Fenris, Isabela, Varric and Aveline in her periphery - and the guard earned a smack from his sweetheart. "You cannot tell me you haven't, Anders."

"No," he murmured, "Not ever. It wasn't very high on my list."

"It was a bet," Varric said, before Hawke could ask. "And no, it wasn't betting he'd take his clothes off, it was a bet he lost. Mighty amusing too, I might add. Was a cold night." He shivered mockingly and smacked his lips.

"Never have I ever... licked a lamppost in winter," Anders said, smirking as he looked at Hawke. The table laughed as the rogue finished her pint and smacked it down on the table. Isabela drank just as quick to match her, and Aveline a bit more slowly, blushing to her ears. Lips in a line, Fenris drank up.

"Ginger," Isabela said, eyes sparkling, "You prudish delight."

"Shut it, whore."

Donnic laughed and tugged the guard-captain closer, kissing her flushed cheek.

"That sounds dreadful," Merrill said, shaking her head. "Why would anyone wish to do that? Wouldn't it stick? Nevermind that, how do you get it off after?"

About to reply, Hawke's jaw dropped open as all eyes turned to Sebastian, who finished off his wine. Plunking her elbow on the table, she leant across Anders. "You do know we aren't discussing the city lampposts, right?"

"Indeed, serah," Sebastian replied, looking into the cup.

"This is why we play," Isabela said, wrapping an arm around Merrill as she lightly laughed. "Now if only I might succeed in making your cheeks shine so delightfully."

"I don't see what's so embarrassing," Merrill said. "There's always something I'm missing."

"Never have I been humped by a mabari," Varric chuckled, slouching in his chair. The Fereldens at the table groused and took up their drinks.

"What?" Hawke said as Anders peered at her. "When you own one, it's invariably bound to happen. He gets lonely."

"Please don't tell me that," he cringed.

"Fereldens - they love their dogs more than any of us," Isabela laughed, refilling the flagons around the table.

"I've never had a disease afflict my nethers," Aveline said, narrowing her eyes at the pirate. Isabela rolled her eyes and drank, in time with Sebastian and Hawke. Rivaini promptly choked on her drink, spewing the whiskey across the table.

"Didn't you say you were thirteen when you were sent to the Chantry?" Hawke slurred, unable to sit up right.

"No," Sebastian cleared his throat, cheeks coloured with the drink. Isabela had fallen onto Merrill laughing by this point. "It was some years after that."

"What about you?" Anders demanded.

"I got better?" she defended, smiling rakishly. "I was in the army, love, what goes around comes around."

"Maker's breath," Donnic laughed, sitting back with his arm around Aveline. All eyes turned to him, and he scratched the stubble on his face. "I've never been on a leash."

"Literally or proverbially?" Hawke countered, and he laughed.

"Literally."

Varric snorted and looked into his flagon, taking it up, "Shit." He drank deep along with Isabela, Fenris and Anders.

Hawke pointed at Fenris, "You I expected, but Varric my sweet - now I have to know."

"No, you don't Hawke."

"Yes, I do," she laughed, snorting and spilling her drink. "Mister 'I've got nothing to hide!'"

Varric grumbled and coughed, "Isn't it someone else's turn? Hawke isn't nearly drunk enough. Daisy?"

"I don't know," Merrill replied, holding her head up. "She looks pretty drunk."

"She's still awake," he sneered. "She's not."

"And what about you, my sexy renegade," Hawke drawled, draping her arm around Anders and mussing his hair. "A leash indeed, why don't we ever play that?"

"You ehm, never asked?" Anders cleared his throat, peering into his flagon. "Balls, it's been too long since I drank."

"Never have I ever," Fenris paused as all eyes redirected to him, "Stroked Varric's chest hair."

Varric smacked the table before covering his eyes, laughing his ass off as everyone else at the table took up their drinks.