|I'm a grown woman who still plays dress-up.|
CoverCover by Miri1984
Credit to Terry Pratchett for the two songs in this short.
"I think she's had enough," Anders tries to hold Isabela back from the bar, but the pirate swats his hand away.
"Bugger off, Justice. She's had a rough week, a couple of drinks won't kill her. We're celebrating here."
Anders doesn't mention that he thinks there isn't much to celebrate. That word has finally reached them of Carver surviving the Joining makes guilt and relief wash through him in equal measure. At least the boy isn't a mage - they're not going to slap a Templar guard on him.
"You should have another too," Isabela says then. He sighs. "Gah, Anders, it's your body not his. Overrule him."
"It's our body now Isabela."
"You always did like threesomes."
"Please. You're hurting my ears."
"You're no fun any more," she shoves some drinks into his hands and pushes him back towards the table, where Saoirse and Varric seem to be singing a song while Merrill looks on i