Hawke and Beckett
There probably was a disease much like alcoholism in Thedas, and one had to look no further than Marian's Uncle to see where too much indulgence in drink and gambling could lead.
But she was still gunning that Tequila as if it were made from the lowly hop and served in gigantic mugs instead of small glasses. Marian flashed a grin at Kate as she took the seat, and then waved a hand. "Hello! Wonderful to finally meet in person, isn't it? Look, I've even got some Tequila in my hand. Do you prefer Kate, or Beckett? Please feel free to call me Hawke."