Garrett Hawke (da_champion) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2016-02-26 07:10:00 |
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Give Us One More Chorus, One More Song
WHO: Hawke & Everyone
WHAT: It's Friday night. Come have a drink at the tavern.
WHEN: ... Friday night.
WHERE: Crooked Nook
WARNINGS: Possible language
STATUS: Open/In-progress
Clean of blood and gore from the latest disaster the Crooked Nook was doing a swift business this night. Of course, it was one of the few places to go in the city where there was good company and good alcohol. Hawke held court behind a bar, a place he never imagined he would be. His life was mostly led on the other side of the bar doing the drinking. Yet, being a hero didn't pay in this world so he found another way to earn coin. It turned out he rather enjoyed the job.
Standing behind the bar he got to chat with people. There were many fascinating stories in this nightmare land, all sorts of things for Hawke to learn. He was learning a number of dirty jokes which was truly the most important information to have though on occasion the cultural differences got in the way. If the mood struck him, he would belt out a tune or two in a pleasant baritone. His favorite were, of course, the raunchy ones but mostly he kept it to sea shanties and Ferelden drinking songs.
On the slow nights he could use the time to flirt and cuddle with Killian. He occasionally also learned something about the process of brewing various beers and spirits.
This particular night Hawke held court behind the bar, in a good mood because once again they had survived another disaster and only a few people had died. It was selfish but Hawke was deeply relieved that no one he deeply cared about had died. A shame the horrors got some of his friends, but well, they were back. Nothing to worry about at the moment. Hawke held up a glass in his fingers and with a bit of magic put a coat of frost on it. He found the beer, though already chilled, tasted much better in a frosted glass. The magical frost would last longer than normal frost and hopefully long enough for a customer to appear.
Since there was no guarantee of that Hawke continued to pick up glass after glass, frosting them all.
[This is an open post, kind of like a big plot post. Start threads of your characters hanging out on a Friday night. You don't necessarily have to reply like someone's there to see Hawke specifically. It's a thread for everyone!]