More tears rolled down Storm's face, and she wiped them away messily. She was sitting in a hard backed chair with Varric across from her. She had at least three and half pints in her hand. There was hardly a time when she actually felt the need to get out and get drunk, but this was one of those nights.

She knew her mother wouldn't approve, which meant that she had to go home soon. Varric had offered his bed so she wouldn't have to face her, but she denied it. A part of herself wanted her mother to see this, maybe she would talk to Fenris. His wound was healing fine after she had convinced him to go see Anders down in Darktown. Those two had a talk, a deep long talk. She had no idea what it was about because as soon as she dropped him off and actually made sure that he was going to stay and get healed, she headed off to the Hanged man.

"You know what's worst?" she asked, thunking her glass on the table. "He…he said…nothing!"

Varric could hold his alcohol better than Storm, but he only had one pint in front of him. It was his first one. He was trying not to laugh. Seeing Storm drunk was such fun, but when she was heart-broken so it didn't make it funny as he thought. "You need to go home Strom," he said taking her cup away.

"What? No! Give that back!" she screamed, jumping across the table, knocking it over with her on top. She was spilling out of her robes, and he hurried to cover her with his leather duster. People were staring; the tavern had gone completely quiet. It was strange to see a women jump after a dwarf for taking away her drink. Well…there was a first for everything. He helped her up and asked one of the guards to assist her home.

What he meant by assisting was knocking her out and dropping her on her doorstep. Which was what he did. The guard dumped cold water on her face, and she jumped up, whipping out her sword with insane speed. The guard moved away, putting his hand up in an act of surrender.

Shaking her wet head, Storm went into her house, to find Fenris sleeping on the hard bench in the hallway. Glaring at him, she kneed him in the groin. His eyes flew open, and he held himself in that spot. "What the hell shem!" he yelled. She was glad that the door was oak. Nobody would hear them. Her sword clattered on the stone and she glared down at him.

"You have…have the…the nerve to call me shem after what you did to me? Why…why are you here anyway?" she growled, picking up the sword and putting it to his throat.

"I had…a talk with the mage."

"He has a name you ass."

"Anders," Fenris said like it was dripping poison off his tongue. "I had a talk with Anders. He told me something interesting."

"And what is that?"

"That you've been spending a lot of time with him." Storm's stomach dropped and she glared at him, growling underneath her breath. How stupid could he be?

"Are you serious? I don't even love him like that. You're a fucking idiot!" she snarled. He stood, her sword keeping him at bay.

"That's not what he said," Fenris said, giving her a smirk. He brushed her sword aside. They were only standing inches apart, her breathing becoming more ragged. He brushed his lips against her, hers slightly apart. "You're right, I am an idiot."

He left her again, standing with tears running down her cheeks. "Goddamn him!"