"After the joining I drank enough ale to knock out a Qunari. I think I may have ended up doing horrible things." Con put a hand to his forehead and leaned his head back against the cool stone wall. He didn't have a clear mental picture of the evening, just vague flashes. A woman with blonde hair, and he was certain her hands were on him at some point in a manner that was more then friendly. Or maybe he had hallucinated that.
His head was slightly more clear now, and now it just plain hurt. Where was a mage with healing when you needed one? Now if the circle tower could figure out how to "enchantment" away hangovers they'd probably make enough money to build two. He opened his eyes halfway and looked over at the girl.
"What about you. On your end.... what? Did you go dancing? Climb the walls of the keep? Eat all the food in the larder? Eat all the things in the larder labeled "do not eat?" Had a stomach punching contest with the Warden Commander?"