✓ Memoir 3 // Action in the Tavern

[hawkethat]

[The music is lively and the taps are open and flowing freely at Teeter's. It's a fantastic place to unwind after a long day of running errands. Hawke's got a table to himself where he can watch the dancing and keep his puppy pack contained and out from underfoot, away from the other patrons.

If he sees a familiar face, he'll wave and extend an invitation to join him.

If he sees an unfamiliar face, he'll pretty much do exactly the same thing, because that's how he rolls.]

Having a good time?

Comments

[bleeding_heart]

[She didn't know Hawke was into that kind of stuff, but hey, that's cool. :V]

Yes, once. I met Mahariel there. There's a lot of interesting writing I can't read on the walls.

[hawkethat]

[What kind of stuff? Boots, or ruins?]

Interesting writing, huh? Did you happen to notice any interesting treasure?

[Because LBR that's what ruins are for. His collection of moth-eaten scarves and torn trousers is not as impressive as it could be!]

[bleeding_heart]

[Boots. But hey, you know, whatever you're into!]

No, nothing like that... if there was anything, it's already gone.

[hawkethat]

[He's been friends with her long enough you would think he'd have given up trying to have normal and/or flirty conversations with her by now...sob.]

Oh, well. I'd still like to see it.

[bleeding_heart]

[It'll get through eventually!]

We can go together next time if you like.

[hawkethat]

[...One day! Maybe Isabela will help.]

I would. And I expect you wouldn't be upset at another look at the writing you found there, would you?

[bleeding_heart]

It couldn't hurt.

[hawkethat]

Alright, let's plan on doing that together, then. Would this weekend work for you, or would some other time be better?

[bleeding_heart]

I don't have any plans. I almost never do, really.

[hawkethat]

This weekend it is, then. I'm looking forward to it.