Message to everyone who wants to get drunk

[hallianna]

Looks like we're stuck here together, so I say we drink.

Heavily.

If you're anywhere near the tavern tonight (the big, slanty-roofed building), come on by. I've got the boys bringing up every cask, flask, bottle, and glass we had on the Siren's Call II. I think after all the shit that's going on, everyone needs a good stiff drink.  And other things.

Do come, sweet things.  I'm in desperate need of new company after being stuck on a ship for months with men whose vocabulary consisted of single-syllabic words.  Maker.

Let's make it a party, shall we?

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[hallianna]

Anders and I are already here.

Varric, we're waiting on you.

Sera, darling, do drop by.

And someone drag those poor sods off that metal ship in the backyard and bring them. Poor dears look lost.

Remember, loves, open invitation. So drag whoever you're with along and throw yourself in a seat.

[dorianfadewalk]

Now that sounds like a bloody good idea.

[hallianna]

I don't think we've met. I would remember dashing. And that mustache....

Come find me at the tavern. I want to know who you are.

[dorianfadewalk]

And I very much want to be known by you.

[hallianna]

Well, aren't you the charmer?

Haul your handsome ass over to the tavern. We're all over there.

[varricmod]

You know, some of us are actually trying to--

Ah shit, listen to me. I'll be there in five.

[hallianna]

You're what? Doing something important?

Sweetie, if you want to get everyone together, you offer them booze. Booze, and the remote chance someone will get naked. Trust me, they'll all show.

Varric, I'm at the bar. Well, if you can call it a bar. The sawed-off log they plunked down near the edge of the room and put stools in front of and a grouchy dwarven bartender behind. Seriously, that man has a problem, he keeps glaring at me.

[varricmod]

You know, remind me I said I missed you later.

[hallianna]

Of course, Varric.

I missed you, too.

Apparently not-our-Fenris has a not-our-Hawke. I seem to recall our Hawke being female. His Hawke is a man. What am I supposed to do with that, Varric?

Bloody hell. I'm drinking again.

[varricmod]

Fuck. This place. Just.

Isabela?

Fuck this place.

[hallianna]

Seconded. Actually, make that four - four...

Times four. Dammit.

Come on, come get this bottle from me. There's a man here with a fetching mustache who says he knows you and you owe him money.

I can't seem to recall you ever owing anyone money, Varric. The man has the mouth of a liar. I would know.