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tfln
[ what archer? the guy who won't stop whining at Hawke about Starkhaven as if she could even place it on a map, let alone care about its line of succession? no, the only important archer in Hawke's life is right here! as is, of course, the most important spirit, and Hawke's eyes light up again figuratively as Anders' do literally. she does very much love his lightshow.
when he fades back to matte, Hawke pets soothingly at his... arm, the closest bit of him within reach, with her hands. clack-clack-clack. ]
Shh, shh, shh. It's okay. I won't let anyone get you.
[ oh, but speaking of Varric, and regretting things in the morning: ]
Varric! You should... give him the thing I found. The tasty thing. [ he took it away at the same time he took her phone away, which is fine because the bottle had become very difficult to grasp. but now they should share it. ]
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You know, a roaring rampage of religious fury might actually make Choir Boy interesting.
[Which is his way of saying: suck it, Anders. The chantry hat stays.
Also, he's definitely making a note about the tingly sex thing. Yeah. That makes Hawke the second witness in their little gang who's personally experienced it. Varric can sit on that comment for later.
Then Varric obediently gets Anders a drink. A very, very strong drink- but not the one that made Hawke see things.]
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[Anders deadpanned back at the dwarf. Really Varric? As for the tingly sex, did you want to experience it? Really, all you had to do was ask. Assuming Hawke didn't have a problem sharing, it wasn't like Anders had any actual moral high ground to stand on. You know, besides Justice. He stared at the drink Hawke had instructed the dwarf to get and arched an eyebrow at him.]
Varric. Hawke.
[He looked longingly at the damn drink. Justice was such a damn killjoy sometimes.Even using the bathroom was an adventure. He wasn't even entirely sure whose thought it was. That was probably a bad sign. Oh well. Whatever, it was probably Justice. Usually was. He should probably just shut up and be grateful he was still allowed to use magic during sex. For 'frivolous' things. Killjoy.
Anders crossed his arms.] You are terribly sweet Hawke, but you are also very, very tanked right now.
[Clack clack clack. So sweet. So high. At least someone enjoyed his light show. He sincerely hoped the chantry didn't bust through the Hanged Man to find their missing headdress right now.]
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in the same stern tone of voice as Anders uses on them: ] Andice. Justers.
[ and she nudges the drink toward him, scooting it delicately across the table with the flat ends of her hands. better catch it before she misjudges the amount of actual surface area she has to work with. ]
Second official decree: I drink, you drink.
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[He goes to the bar and ~loudly~ orders something for "my boringly sober friend", and very discreetly has the bartender spike it with something ludicrously strong.
So the drink he winds up giving to Anders tastes and smells and looks non-alcoholic, and as far as they know, it is. However, it will get Anders drunk fairly quickly.
Listen, Varric isn't normally the drink-spiking type. But this is an emergency. Anders hasn't been allowed to get drunk in years, and tonight Varric's gonna do something about it! It's a gift, really. Alcohol that will kick in fast enough that Justice can't do SHIT about it.]
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Get her some water while your there Varric?
[He doesn't bother asking Varric to stay hydrated. Varric could take care of himself, right? At least he wasn't so off his rocker that he couldn't pronounce Anders name. He nodded and smiled as Varric was considerate enough to get him something he could actually drink and took a gulp.]
I drink you drink right? Far be it from me to ignore an official decree.
[And felt a familiar buzz and wobbled a bit in his seat. Can you wobble in your seat? He could. Or was it the seat that was wobbling.]
Wow.
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Mmm... s'not as good as mine though.
[ ... hey, speaking of which. when Varric returns with whatever nonalcoholic beverage the Hanged Man somehow keeps around, she turns to him. overshoots a little and turns all the way around, but manages it in the end. ]
Where's my drink? The nice stuff.
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Norah, my beauty- another drink for my friend here.
[When the drink plunks down in front of Hawke, Varric raises his tankard.]
To friendship- and lobsters.
[A wink at Anders.]