"That was harsh, Hawke," Varric said, hoisting himself on the barstool to her right.
"Yeah, I know but-"
"Hey, I'm not asking for a justification. Just saying. Two please." The bartender poured them both another drink, and Varric clinked his against Hawke's. "To, hell, to whatever! Come on, Hawke. Drink a little, don't let that elf ruin your night." She drank to kill the memories of his hand on the small of her back and his teeth on her collar bone.
Fenris returned home a few moments later, sore and tired. That drink had gone to his head more quickly and harder than he had anticipated. He hadn't eaten all day. He made to change out of his clothes but stopped. It was a nice night, and he often didn't get to enjoy it without someone somewhere swinging a sword at him. Downside of being with Hawke, he thought.
He strolled through Hightown as the gentry of Kirkwall settled in their beds. The moon was out. It was full. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and just walked, enjoying the breeze on his face. He slowed his pace outside of Hawke's house, where not a single light was one upstairs. Leandra must be out. But where are Bodahn and Sandal? Asleep?
"Who cares," he snapped, turning and walking in the opposite direction. Who cares who cares who fucking cares.
"Hawke?"
"Hmmm watzyouwant?"
"Come on, Hawke. Let's get you home," Varric stifled a chuckle as he and Isabela helped Hawke off the bar and on to her feet.
"Itzfine, you guys," she slurred, pushing away from them and stumbling forward. The world was spinning and everything was darker. Varric's voice boomed around her and she flinched away. "Why ar'you always shoutin'? Shhhh, you hairy dwarf," she doubled over and giggled. She was funny when she was drunk.
"Up and attem, big girl," Isabela heaved her up and slung her over her shoulders. Hawke hiccuped but remained still over wise. "Good girl."
Varric, and Isabela walked Hawke back to her mansion and tucked her in her bed.
"Good night, Hawke," Varric shook his head and closed the door behind him. Quiet in here, even Bodahn was asleep.
Isabela and Varric went back to the Hanged Man and drank until morning, as usual.
Fenris slept a a thin unrestful sleep, his arms over his eyes and his tears drying on his cheeks. His blankets were kicked down at the bottom of the bed. Hawke slept on her back, her shirt pulled half way off in a drunken effort to get undressed. She reeked of alcohol and she had a contented smile playing on her lips. Her house was deathly quiet around her and the rest of Hightown slept too. Only the deepest parts of Kirkwall were still awake. Her mother's room was dark and completely silent.