Who: Hawke and Merrill What: Drinking games, and the aftermath thereof. Where: Varric's mansion. When: After Anders and Aveline show up. Warnings: Slightly awkward situations, drunken kissing, that's about it.
The technology in this world never ceased to amaze Hawke. Some of it was like nothing they could've ever thought of in Thedas... these things called 'phones', for one, and definitely the wonder of fridges. Food that didn't have to be salted until it was all rubbery and gross? Amazing.
Unfortunately, technology also gave her even more reasons to drink. Anders was here, and he didn't recognise her as who she was? Utter, bastarding, cocking, Maker-forsaken world. She knew it shouldn't bother her too much, but being mildly inebriated wasn't enough to stop it hurting.
She threw her phone aside, sighing. Best to focus on yet more booze, and the lovely drunken elf currently with her, in her opinion. "Merrill? Want to try something new, or think you're too far gone?"