A/N: Warning: This story will have some NSFW topics including sex, drugs and language. This story also includes M/M romance between Zevran and Anders. There is nothing too explicit with their relationship, but an early warning so you aren't surprised. Rated M.

It's time for Shianni's party! Organized chaos is about is ensue. You have been properly warned. Shout out to The Original Frizzi, Apollo Wings - KnaveOfAngst (Team Angst!), FenZev, JayRain and KatjaLaRoux for the amazing reviews! You are amazing and thank you so much! After writing this chapter, I've come to the conclusion that, even though they are from different parts of the Dragon Age story, Anders and Zevran belong together. For reals.

Btw, I added Cailan in a brief cameo for JayRain. I couldn't help myself.

Also- I wanted to give everyone a heads up before I post chapter 4 in the next few days. It contains extreme NSFW material! If you don't like reading detailed sex scenes, please skip chapter 4. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bioware or Dragon Age. I just play here.

Chapter 3: "With Friends Like These"

Music blared from the speakers in Shianni's living room. Leila had no idea why she'd agreed to come to this stupid party and was already starting to regret it. A headache was forming and all she wanted to do was curl up in her warm bed and sleep. Letting her eyes roam the overcrowded room, she realized she didn't see any of her friends. With a sigh, she continued to look for them as she wandered. She'd barely walked ten feet when an arm was draped across her shoulders.

"There is my favorite elf!" A rough voice whispered happily in her ear.

Leila lifted her blue eyes from the crowd to the man hanging onto her. He was classically handsome with a long nose, stubble covered jaw and beautiful amber eyes. His dark blond hair was pulled up into a ponytail and a golden hoop hung from right ear. Leila smirked at the sight of the earring. It was Zevran's claim on the man and he didn't even know it.

"Where is Zevran?" Leila asked, leaning into Anders and allowing him to walk her through the crowd. "I'm positive he'd take offense to that statement."

"Take offense to what?" The Antivan accent said over the noise of the party. He was helping himself to a glass of what looked like punch, but if Leila knew her cousin, the drink was spiked with alcohol. "I can't possibly think of anything my dear Anders could say to offend me."

"What if he said he was going to run away with me?" Leila teased, knowing Anders would never leave Zevran. The two of them were perfect for each other... in so many ways. "We were going to leave all this behind and start a new life. Together."

Zevran laughed loudly. "Ah- then I'd have to follow you to the ends of the Earth, bella. Especially if it meant I got to share a bed with two beautiful creatures such as yourselves."

Leila rolled her eyes. "Flatterer."

Zevran glanced down at her, his eyes twinkling despite the dim lighting. "Always, my dear."

Turning to Anders, the brash elf leaned in to plant a kiss on his lover's lips. Leila was still caught under Anders' arm so she was smothered between the two men as they kissed. It would have been more awkward if Leila hadn't already been in this position multiple times before. The lovers were always up to involving her in whatever craziness they got into and she dealt with it because... well, she loved them like brothers. They were her best friends and she wouldn't trade them for anything.

"Why was I not invited to this little menage a trois?" A female voice purred, dark and seductive.

Pulling away from Anders' grip, Leila met Isabela's eyes with a grin. "Because I was here first."

Zevran and Anders both started chuckling at her response. Isabela raised an eyebrow, but a smile remained on her lips. "Touche, kitten." The Rivain locked her arm in Leila's before glancing over at the boys. "How could you keep her from me? I thought we were going to share."

Zevran ran a hand through his brilliant golden locks. "I'm sorry, Isabela dear. She was mine first. I won't share such an exquisite creature with you."

Isabela pouted and put her free hand on her hip. "And why not?"

"Didn't we have this very same discussion involving your elven lover not too long ago?" Zevran asked, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. "I recall you telling me to back off."

Isabela tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Fenris is mine. He is a wolf between the sheets."

Leila tried not to laugh as they compared sex lives. The group was entirely too open with some of the things they said, but the only people who were bothered by it were those not in their tight knit circle. As they chatted about Fenris, sex and Anders' cat, Leila couldn't have felt happier. This was where she belonged. Before she could realize how long they'd been standing there, Shianni appeared in front of her.

"Leila!" Shianni said in a rush, her pale cheeks flushed as if she was already drunk.

She is drunk, Leila thought with an inward groan. Damn it, Shianni.

"Yes?" She asked, trying not to sound upset by this, Shianni was always drunk, but it was tiring after a while. It was hard to keep her cousin away from the bottle though she wished at times it were so. "What did you need?"

"Do you think you could help me in the kitchen for a few minutes? I'm... not feeling too good." Shianni admitted with a frown.

Leila nodded, and with an eye roll towards her friends, none of who said a word at Shianni's inebriation, she followed her cousin to the kitchen. A few minutes turned into nearly an hour and by the time Leila returned to where her friends had been standing, they were already gone. With a grumble, she moved deeper into the throng looking for a friendly face. That's when she ran into Hawke.

"Hey, it's Leila- right?" The eldest Hawke brother said, a grin on his dark face. A tall, thin woman stood beside him, a look of utter boredom on her pretty face. Dark, ebony hair was piled on top of her head in a bun while golden eyes peered down at the elf. Her arms were crossed over a chest that was barely covered with the purple halter top she wore. Her lips were pressed together as she watched the exchange between Garrett and Leila.

As she gazed up at him, Leila noticed Garrett's eyes were the same dark brown as Carver's. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she offered up a tentative smile. "Hi Garrett. Hi... um..." She had no idea what the girl's name was.

"Morrigan." Garrett offered with a glance at his girlfriend. "Just Morrigan."

Leila nodded once in the woman's direction, who surprisingly returned the greeting, before reverting her attention to Hawke. "Was there something you needed?"

"I can't seem to find Carver. I was wondering if you'd seen him. Beth said he went to get punch, but then he kinda disappeared." Garrett explained, running a hand over his short hair.

Leila glanced around the room before shrugging. "I haven't. Sorry."

Garrett smiled wryly before glancing at Morrigan. "Oh well. I tried."

Morrigan glared at Garrett with disdain. "Why you go chasing after your brother is beyond my understanding. He is nearly an adult. If he wishes to run off and get himself into stupid situations, 'tis his own fault."

Garrett smiled happily before pulling Morrigan's body to his. "This is why I love you. So filled with hate."

Morrigan attempted to look put off, but Leila could see that she was enjoying the attention. With a small smile and wave, Leila left the couple to go searching for her friends. It wasn't long before she was sidetracked again.

"Leila!"

Cursing under her breath, the elf turned to meet the eager gaze of Cailan Theirin. Cailan wasn't a senior at their school, he was actually a sophomore at the local college, but his younger brother, Alistair, was most likely mingling in the crowd. It made sense he'd hang around to make sure Alistair stayed out of trouble. He was smiling at her, his blond hair braided back out of his face, blue eyes bright. He had always been the most attractive guy in school when he attended and even now, there was barely a guy who could surpass his beauty. Except perhaps his own brother.

"I'm glad I caught up to you." Cailan said, stopping a few feet from where she stood and putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Isabela was asking after you."

"Izzy?" Leila asked, happy that he was bothering her with something useful. "Where is she?"

"She and Zevran were heading upstairs last I saw them." A smirk came over Cailan's face a moment later. "You know- if I didn't know Zevran was a loyal guy, I'd think he ran off to do something dirty with Isabela."

Leila snorted. "The only person I would be worried running off with Izzy is Anders. And he'd only do that if I told him to stop with the constant flirting."

"And you won't?" Cailan guessed with a satisfied smirk.

Leila rolled her eyes. In her best teasing tone, she said, "Get your mind out of the gutter, Your Majesty."

Cailan winked before turning away. "Don't keep Isabela and Zevran waiting."

No, Leila thought as she walked to the staircase that would lead her to the second floor. I can't do that now, can I?