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[sealegs]

Great, now Victrola and every other pub near the Square's packed. Where'd all these people come from anyway?

Some of you need a bath. Others, though--

[Isabela's previous frustration gives way to a pleasant, thoughtful smile.]

--in any case, it looks like I'll have to take my sobriety elsewhere. I'd go Underground and all, but no one likes it when the occasional meandering monster goes Argh and Ugh while you're trying to get your rocks off.

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hello darling

[hawkeish]

Sobriety? Who are you and why are you wearing Isabela's face?

hey there sexy lady

[sealegs]

[blink. blink. grin.]

I know! It's weird, huh? I was trying to fix it until I found out all the bars were full.

But hey - you're a sight for sore eyes. When'd you get here?

hey yourself

[hawkeish]

Can't trust bars nowadays to stay clear for you, Isabela.

I just dropped by, apparently. I'm thinking it must be my mission in life to get the lady some ale.

be my lover

[sealegs]

Ohh - you always did know how to charm a girl. Where are you? I'll stop by and we can have a little chat.

that's bold

[hawkeish]

I'll just stand near this fountain here and watch people pop out of it soaking wet. Should keep me entertained.

you love it

[sealegs]

Are you telling me you're all sodden and wet, too?

you love it more

[hawkeish]

Alas, no.

not as much as I love you

[sealegs]

What a shame.

[She's on her way! Thankfully it won't be that long - she's in the city and not on her ship.]

You know, I should have expected you'd take this calmly.

u////u

[hawkeish]

Yes...well. I might've scared the piss out of a passerby when I arrived, but I think I got the gist of it. Weird place, not magic, though it feels like magic.

[sealegs]

It's my kind of place, honestly. Where else can you get a ship without spending coin?

[hawkeish]

You have a ship?

[sealegs]

I do- and she's beautiful.

[hawkeish]

So...how about we don't go to a bar, and you take me on her instead?

[sealegs]

[You don't know how happy that makes her, Marian.]

Hope you've got a nice pair of sea legs on you.

[hawkeish]

I'll borrow yours.

[Hers are shabby. But, hey, the things she does.]

[sealegs]

[And now she rounds the corner, tucking her device into a pouch and smirking at Hawke.]

If you like, I'll let you take them out for a test run.

[hawkeish]

[Well, now.]

We should see how impressed I am with your baby.

[sealegs]

Oh, trust me. Better than a new set of bejeweled Rivain daggers with naked women on the handles

[And she starts to lead the way back to her ship!]

[hawkeish]

Sounds like weapons you'd use.

[She follows - this is exciting. Surely Isabela's ship will make better memories than the last ship she was on.]

[sealegs]

Oh, like you wouldn't.

[It's a long walk, though. Hey, at least it's Hawke she's with and not... Anders or Fenris. As nice as they are to look at sometimes they can be such downers.]

[hawkeish]

Can't say I wouldn't. Can't say I wouldn't take them off a dead man, either.

[Pff, rogues. Or maybe it's just Hawke. Either way, she knows Isabela'd understand just fine.]

[sealegs]

Have I ever mentioned that it gets me hot when you loot?

[And understand she does. Perhaps too well...]

[hawkeish]

Knew there was a reason you wore so little.

[She grins, and wriggles her fingers.] It's really all in the wrist, you see.

[sealegs]

I don't- clearly you ought to give a personal demonstration.

[A playful grin.]

[greymorality]

Hey, the more people there are, the more chance someone'll buy you a drink.

[sealegs]

If I can get anywhere near the bar first.

[greymorality]

If someone's buying, you don't even need to get near. Let 'em come to you.

[sealegs]

I don't know- I like the atmosphere. The rowdy pub fights, the drunken patrons, the terrible pick up lines.

[greymorality]

The first two aren't bad entertainment. Now the pick-up lines--those are the real fun.

[sealegs]

Ever get called a heart-worm?

[greymorality]

[Oh, frell, she makes a raspy laugh.]

Someone actually used that? Man.

[sealegs]

Just the kind of gems you hear in a run-down bar.

[greymorality]

Do they at least buy you a drink for listening to that dren?

[sealegs]

Where I used to drink, the men barely had the coin to wipe their own asses/

[greymorality]

Now that's no fun. I like to hang out at the...finer places.

[wetworking]

It spoils the mood.

[sealegs]

Oh, definitely. Though they give a pretty good fight.

[wetworking]

I prefer my fights and my hobbies to be separate.

[sealegs]

It does make for a-- cleaner arrangement. Doesn't meant it can't still be fun.

[wetworking]

The risk is high, however.