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Sour

“Oh Andraste, I've never seen so many corpses.” Saemus looked around at the mess before him, appearing ill. “So much blood!”
“Pull it together, Saemus,” Jordan said as she pulled him from the bush she had shoved him into earlier. “I know there's more and we need to keep moving.” They had been attacked by the latest wave of Winters, a mercenary group out of Nevarra. Jordan had dealt with them before when she was still with Athenril. The Winters had been trying to get a foothold in Kirkwall, but thanks to Jordan, were unsuccessful. Apparently, they were still trying by going after Saemus and bringing him back to the viscount for the reward for his return. They didn't seem to care, however, how they got Saemus back to Kirkwall. Dead, alive, in one piece, or several. Jordan was starting to get frustrated with how many times the mercenaries went after him, acting as if they would rather kill him than take him from her.
“Hawke!” Fenris yelled. “There's more coming!”
“Just wonderful,” Jordan grumbled. She was beginning to regret saving Saemus. But she regretted more letting Anders take Feynriel to Sundermount. She could have really used him at the moment.
“What are we doing, Sister?” Bethany asked. “Should we keep running?” They had been running down the road back to the city for some time now, but having to stop every now and then in order to fight off any Winters that had caught up to them. Jordan wasn't sure where they were coming from, but each time they were attacked, Saemus come closer to either being taken or killed.
Looking down the road, Jordan could see the city wasn't very far away. If they made a dash for it, they might be able to make it and hide within Lowtown before making their way to the viscount's keep. Yet Jordan knew it wasn't going to be that simple. The Winters were going to make sure to give them a hard time before completely giving up.
“Fenris, take Saemus,” she said shoving the boy toward the elf.
“What?” Fenris looked at the boy who had fallen at his feet. “Are you telling me to take him and leave you?”
“Yes. Take Saemus and run! The three of us will hold them off. We'll meet you at Merrill's house.”
“I will not be ordered around, Hawke,” Fenris growled.
“I'm not ordering, I'm asking! So please, take him and go!” Jordan turned around and ran before he could protest further. She, Bethany, and Merrill ran back down the road, toward the Winters that were coming right behind them.
Fenris grumbled as he roughly pulled Saemus to his feet. “Come on.”
“But what about-?” Saemus began to ask.
“They'll be fine! Hawke can take care of herself.” Fenris grabbed Saemus by the arm and pulled him down the road as they headed for the city.
Jordan picked up her pace, running past the two mages who had planted themselves and fired spells to keep the Winters at bay. It worked briefly, but soon they had to duck and defend themselves as archers went into positions and fired. Jordan ran for the ones on the road, flying to meet them head-on. She sliced down, nicking the front mercenary in the knee. He went down immediately, being taken out on the way by Edge cutting across his back. The second mercenary was able to block Jordan's next thrust, but wasn't fast enough to counter her fake right. Ripper found its way into his gut and ripped them out. The third mercenary swung his shield down, forcing Jordan to stop her momentum to block and take several steps back. He then swung with his sword, forcing her back even more. He continued his assault, keeping her on the defense. Jordan was having a difficult time finding an opening. More Winters were coming after her, and if she didn't deal with this one soon, she would be quickly surrounded. Soon an opening came when he stumbled on a rock in the road, allowing Jordan to swing her legs and kick out his own. He fell hard, her two blades finding their way into his back.
When Jordan pulled Edge and Ripper out, it didn't take long before she was attacked by more Winters. Two fell on top of her, swinging but missing when she ducked both their blows. She parried one, then slipped under the others swing. Something flashed before their faces, blinding them long enough for Jordan to finish them off. She quickly glanced behind to acknowledge her thanks to Bethany before sprinting to the next Winter charging towards her.
Bethany continued to fire spells, doing what she could to help her sister, but the archers far down on the road were giving her trouble. Many of their arrows bounced off her magical shield, keeping her concentration on that instead of being able to focus more on attacking the mercenaries going after Jordan. Bethany had to cover her eyes when an arrow coated in flame landed at her feet and exploded. Her shield protected her, but it left her vulnerable for a moment. Several more arrows tried to puncture her shield, yet again taking her concentration away from Jordan. Frustrated, she located the archer who had sent the explosive arrow. Once found, she formed a fireball in her hands and sent it hurtling towards him as well as a few others. It landed at his feet, killing him instantly as it exploded outward and injured most of the others around him. Bethany didn't lose a beat as she sent out another, finishing them off before she turned back to her sister. Jordan wasn't really having any trouble, but she froze one of the mercenaries in place, letting Jordan shatter him just as she went to throw an arcane bolt at another.
“Bethany, look out!”
Bethany turned at Merrill's warning, noticing as one of the men ran right at her, somehow having gotten past her sister. He was too close for her to react, but his advance stopped when a vine shot out from the ground and wrapped around his neck, breaking it.
“Thanks, Merrill,” Bethany said to the elven mage.
Merrill nodded her acknowledgment. She then turned back to dealing with several archers and warriors who had been caught in a noxious green mist she conjured. Within the mist, they stood coughing and falling slowly to their knees. Merrill manipulated plants around them to strike, ripping limbs apart and bringing them further to the ground where they would suffocate.
Confidence was going through all three of them as they took down all the Winters. The mercenaries being no match for them. Merrill smiled at her creation, happy she had conjured the spell right and it was working before her face fell. A particularly large warrior ran screaming through the mist. Snapped vines were wrapped around his arms and legs, his eyes bloodshot from the mist, but he didn't slow as he burst through, sword drawn and ran right for her. Merrill sent out a fireball but it was blocked by his bulky shield. Nothing seemed to be stopping him and Merrill saw Jordan was too far away, and Bethany was occupied. There was only one other thing she could do.
Jordan rammed both her daggers into the stomach of the last man behind her. He fell straight away, screaming at the same time another man screamed. She looked over to see the fairly large warrior frozen in place, only a few feet away from Merrill. He grimaced, struggling against something holding him Jordan couldn't see. As she ran closer to help, she felt it in the air, saw it in Merrill's eyes which had turned red. A red aura floated around her outstretched hands, struggling to push them outward as the warrior in front of her screamed with each step he took. Both Jordan and Bethany watched, almost horrified, as Merrill finally forced her hands apart, splitting the man in two, right down the middle. He exploded, covering the area in hot gore. The redness around Merrill's hands and in her eyes faded, and she fell to her knees, exhausted.
“Merrill!” Jordan yelled as she and Bethany ran to her. “You okay?”
“I don't like it,” she said, covering her face. “I hate it. Using blood magic like that... it's wrong.”
Jordan could agree with her, but she also knew the reason why Merrill had done it. “It'll be all right, Merrill.” She placed a hand on the elf's shoulder. “You did what you had to. He might've killed you if you hadn't.”
“I know, but...” Merrill stood and wiped the tears from her eyes. “It's not the reason why I chose to learn blood magic. I told myself I would never use it for that purpose expect in dire situations. I guess this counted, but it doesn't make me feel any better.” She looked to Jordan and Bethany, seeing they were concerned about her more than they were frightened by her use of blood magic. “Thank you, but I'll be fine now. Just... please don't tell Fenris.”
Jordan laughed. “He already knows you're a blood mage.”
“I know, but I don't need him being even more mean to me just because I might have used it to probably save my life.”
“You don't need to worry, we won't tell him. Right, Bethany?”
“Of course,” Bethany reassured.
“Alright, I think that's all of them,” said Jordan as she looked around. “If there are more, I'm sure they're backing off. Let's hope Fenris got Saemus to your house, Merrill. We just need to meet up with them and head to the keep. Hopefully there will be a nice little reward for our troubles.”
***
“Don't you ever do that to me again!” Fenris growled, getting right in Jordan's face as soon as she walked in the door. Jordan had prepared for this, knowing Fenris wasn't going to be very happy with her, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.
“Excuse me?” Jordan said, not backing down. She pushed herself more into the house, making Fenris go backwards. She would not let him intimidate her. “But what exactly did I do to you to make you so angry?”
“I will not be treated like a slave.” He also didn't back down.
“A slave? Is that what you think I was using you for?” Jordan scuffed. “I can't believe you! Yes, I asked you to take Saemus to the city so the three of us could deal with the rest of the Winters. The key word there is asked not demanded! If I had demanded you, then things may be a little different.”
Fenris narrowed his eyes. “You may have asked, but I am not some dog to be ordered around.”
“Maker's breath!” Jordan exclaimed. “Merrill, if I had asked you to take Saemus, would you have thought I was treating you like a slave?”
“I don't really want to get in the middle of this,” Merrill said as she passed between the two, keeping her eyes on the ground.
Jordan understood, but she was still annoyed with Merrill's lack of support. She turned back to Fenris. “Do you want me to say I'm sorry?”
“No.”
“Then what do you want?”
“Don't ask me to ever do anything like that again.” He pushed past her and went outside, slamming the door behind him. Jordan shook her head, feeling the effects of another headache coming along.
“Oh, there you are.” Saemus came out from Merrill's bedroom. “I was hoping you would survive the attacks.”
“What, those wannabe mercenaries?” Jordan smiled over at him. “They were nothing.”
“I thank you for doing that for me. I... I don't know what would have happened if Ginnis had tried taking me to my father instead.”
“Bad things, of course, but she's dead and so are the rest of the Winters. Now we can go and... What's that?” Jordan had walked over to Saemus, and caught a glimpse of something in Merrill's bedroom. It was a mirror, or at least Jordan thought it was a mirror. It was framed like one with a glass panel, only the glass was cracked in thousands of places, spider-webbing all over the surface. What interested Jordan the most, however, was that the mirror didn't reflect anything. She could not see herself nor anything in the room within the mirror. It was a blank, silver surface.
“I was going to ask the same thing,” said Saemus.
“Merrill?”
“It's nothing,” Merrill said as she quickly went over and shut the door to her room. “Just an old mirror. Don't we need to take him to the keep now?”
Jordan eyed her but left the issue alone. She would ask her about it later. “Yes, let's go. Saemus, are you ready?”
“If I must.”
They left Merrill's house, finding Fenris still outside, waiting for them. He still didn't seem happy, but he followed them anyway through Lowtown and into Hightown. Along the way, Jordan wanted to find out more about why Saemus had been out on the Wounded Coast with a Qunari. And why his father had thought he had been kidnapped.
“I wasn't kidnapped,” Saemus explained. “I... ran away. I couldn't stand anymore how he treats me. There is nothing there. He may be my father, but he is viscount first. Our ideals also seem to clash, and what he wants me to become, is not what I want to be.”
“So the Qunari you were with...” Jordan asked. “Who was he?”
“Ashaad. He was a scout, sent by his Arishok to map the coast. Ashaad never lied, never coddled. You were worth his time, or you were not. They are not the brutes others claim they are.”
“So have you been spending time with this Ashaad?”
“I had. I met him soon after their ship foundered. I had run, again, to escape the keep and my father. Ashaad was to map the coast to 'find and answer for the Arishok.' I had so many doubts. Qunari have none.”
“You were his friend? I didn't think Qunari could have friends.”
“Perhaps it isn't the right word. I am the viscount's son, bound by everything that means. Ashaad did not care. We were both seeking something. That was enough.”
Jordan could see Saemus was hurt, but he held himself well. “I'm sorry we can't go back and bury Ashaad's body. I mean... if that's even what Qunari do.”
“No, there is no need for that,” said Saemus. “The body is no longer him and is worthy of no special treatment. That is apparently their way.”
“Should his people be told at least?”
“They will know. Whether they will deign to acknowledge it, I have no idea. There was much of Ashaad that I didn't understand, but it was so very worth trying.”
When they finally made it to the keep, Saemus took the lead, taking Jordan and her friends right to the viscount's office, which was opposite from where the guard barracks was. As they made their way, many of the nobles standing around gasped as they saw Saemus and who accompanied him. He didn't lose a beat, however, as he made his way up the stairs and stopped in front of Seneschal Bran.
“Saemus!” Bran said, stunned to see him.
“Bran, could you please take me to my father,” Sameus said calmly.
“Yes, of course. Your father will be very eager to see you. Come with me.” Bran took them to a set of large doors, opening them to reveal a sitting room beyond. On the other side was another set of large doors that were opened already. Inside was the viscount's office, with Viscount Dumar sitting at his desk. He was an elderly man with a bald head and white stubble upon his chin. The crown of Kirkwall was placed about his head, which Jordan found odd considering the viscount wasn't royalty. The position of viscount was appointed, a title given to rule the nobility of the city. Back when Orlais ruled the Free Marches and Kirkwall, a viscount was placed in rule, but answered to the empire. Nowadays, the viscount was the head of the court, and really answered to no one but the people.
“Father,” Saemus said once he entered the office.
Viscount Dumar looked up from the paperwork on his desk, and gasped when he saw his son. “My son! I thought I'd lost you.” He stood and went around the desk to greet Saemus and hug him. Saemus placed his arms around his father but gave little in return.
“Yes, Father, I am back. I may not have been back alive if it wasn't for Serah Hawke.” He gestured to Jordan.
“Greetings, your Excellency,” Jordan bowed.
He nodded to her. “You have my gratitude. I hope you encountered no great difficulties on my son's behalf.”
“No problems to speak of, aside from the crowd that tried to kill us,” Jordan smirked.
The viscount looked horrified at her statement. He turned to his son, then to the seneschal.
“I believe Serah Hawke is talking about the Winters,” said Bran. “They had asked about the reward for returning Saemus from his kidnapper.”
“Yes, the Winters have been taken care of,” said Jordan. “They should no longer pose a problem to Kirkwall.”
“That is good to hear,” Dumar said, sounding relieved. “I've heard of their ways, and am glad you were able to keep them from hurting my son.”
“They killed my friend,” said Saemus. “Does that mean anything to you?”
“Your friend?” Dumar said, surprised. “Are you talking about that Qunari who took you?”
“He did not take me. I went with him on my own. Ashaad had no intention of taking me by force for any reason.”
“So you were foolishly traipsing about the coast,” Dumar frowned. “I should have known.”
“Yes, you should have, then Ashaad might still be alive. They are not monsters to be feared. If you would just try to understand, others would see as well.”
“Better that you were thought abducted than to have their influence suspected in my own family... benign or not, it's too much.”
“And what would be wrong with that?” asked Saemus. “The Qunari have ideas that may be helpful. To have their influence may help with problems within this city.”
“Saemus, not here, not now.” The viscount looked stricken, tired. He had bags under his eyes, and his appearance made him look older than he really was.
Jordan wasn't sure what argument she was witnessing, but it apparently was a common one. Father versus son, each with a different perceptive on the issues going on in the city. The Qunari was a big one, as many people didn't like their presence. The viscount was only trying to keep the peace, but with his son traveling with them and maybe even being influenced by the Qunari, that could be a strike against him. It was no wonder rescuing Saemus was kept quiet.
“I think you're both stubborn fools,” she said, catching everyone off guard. Both Dumar and Saemus looked at her stunned. “Hardheaded idiots is what you are. Find a middle ground already!”
“That is... quite enough!” said Bran. “My apologizes, Excellency, for this intrusion into personal matters! There is no... just... move!” Bran pushed Jordan and her friends out of the office and closed the door behind him. “You have a lot of nerve saying such things, Serah Hawke.”
“Someone needed to tell those two they were being ridiculous,” said Jordan. “Has no one really spoken up before?”
“It is not our place.” Bran paced about the sitting area, obviously fumed by Jordan's actions. “I'm not even sure you should be paid now for your outburst.”
“No, I'm getting paid for this.” Jordan went right in front of him, stopping his pacing. “I risked a lot to save Saemus from the Winters. I killed a lot of them too, and made sure Kirkwall wasn't hammered with another mercenary crime ring. I think I should be paid more just for that!”
“You will get what was posted.” Bran stood still for a moment before he finally took his pouch and counted out five gold coins. “Here. Now please leave. Your services are no longer needed.”
Jordan took the coins and headed out to the main entrance of the keep. She wasn't happy she had only gotten five sovereigns out of it, but at least it was something.
“What are we doing now?” Bethany asked.
“I don't know,” Jordan said as she pocketed the coins. “I'd say we're done for the day. You three can go do whatever you want. As for me, I'm heading to the Hanged Man. After a day like this, I could use a drink.”
***
Jordan sat at the counter in the Hanged Man, staring at the doorway. The ale in front of her nearly forgotten, only half the contents gone. She perked when the door opened, only to be let down when it only turned out to be two workers walking in who had just gotten off from working in the Bone Pit.
“Are you waiting for someone?” Isabela asked as she sat down next to her. “Isn't the gang all here?”
“Anders isn't.” Jordan sighed, then took a sip from her mug.
“Oh, he hasn't returned?” After arriving at the Hanged Man, Jordan had brought both Isabela and Varric up to speed on what they had done on the Wounded Coast. The mentioning of going to the Blooming Rose made Isabela excited, and made it very clear Jordan wasn't going to go without her. “You know that handsome mage can take care of himself. Especially with his alternate ego.”
“It's that alternate ego that I'm worried about,” Jordan said, putting down her mug. “But I know he can take care of himself. That's not going to stop me from still looking for him, though.”
“Of course, but do you have to look so gloomy while doing it?” Isabela smirked as she gestured for the barkeep. “We need to do something fun tonight.”
Jordan laughed. “Like what?” Even though she wasn't sure she really wanted to know.
“I promised Kitten I'd teach her a few things. Can't think of a better time than right now.”
Jordan knew what Isabela was getting at. “You just don't stop, do you?”
“No, I don't.” Isabela half-smiled at her. “When I see something I want, I don't stop until I get it.”
“Then let's do this before I come to my senses.”
“Good.” Isabela gestured to the barkeep again. “We need a bottle of Chasind mead, a few shot glasses, and as many lime wedges as you can give us.” Once she collected what she needed, Isabela took Jordan to the center of the tavern and hailed for Merrill and Bethany to join them. “Right, Kitten, you ready to learn how to do body shots?”
“Ooh, is that what we're going to do?” Merrill asked excited.
“Yes. Tonight's going to be a fun night after the day I heard you had. Plus after my own failure, a little bit of fun is needed.”
“Failed in finding the relic again?” Jordan asked.
“If you really must know, then yes. The lead I thought was good, well... wasn't. Don't worry, Jordan, even if it was a good lead, I wasn't going to go after it without you. I would have waited.”
“I'm so relieved.”
“Kitten, are you ready?” Isabela asked Merrill.
“Yeah, I think. Could I see one first, maybe?”
“Sure. Jordan, which part would you like to do?”
“I'll take the shot,” said Jordan.
“Mmm.” Isabela smirked at Jordan as she gathered the components. Opening the brand new bottle of Chasind mead, she poured it into a shot glass and tucked it right into her cleavage. She then took some salt and rubbed it on her neck, making a trail down to the shot glass. Last, she took a lime wedge and held it between her fingers. “Now listen, Kitten, you too Bethany, this is the order you need to go. Salt. Shot. Lime. Got it?”
“Yeah, I think I do,” Merrill said as she stared at the shot glass between Isabela's breasts.
“I'm not sure I want to do this,” said Bethany.
“It's okay, Bethie,” said Jordan. “You'll have fun.”
Bethany stared at her sister. “You're actually going to let me do this?”
Jordan shrugged. “You're with me, so why not?”
“Jordan,” Isabela cooed. “I'm waiting.”
Jordan looked around first to see they were starting to gather attention, especially from some of the male patrons. “Alright, Isabela,” Jordan said as she went over to the other rogue. “Just know my boobs aren't nearly as big as yours. They won't be able to hold a shot glass like that.”
“No need to worry about that. I've got other ways.”
“I'm sure you do.” She went to Isabela's neck, moved away her long brown hair, and began licking the salt with her tongue. She followed the salt trail down across her collar and right above her breasts before she came to the shot glass. Taking it in her mouth, she gripped it with her teeth and lifted it out of Isabela's cleavage. Jordan then tipped her head back and drank down the mead. She put the shot glass on the table then looked for the lime. It was no longer placed between Isabela's fingers, but instead laid provocatively between her teeth and lower lip. Jordan grinned as she went in for it.
She took the lime between her own teeth, moving close so both their lips connected. Isabela opened her mouth a small amount to allow Jordan to take the lime. Her tongue pushed it into Jordan's mouth. Jordan's own tongue wrapped around it, brushing Isabela's as they parted.
“Mmm, I love sour kisses,” Isabela murmured. “And yours are so teasing.”
“I know,” Jordan hummed as she sucked on the lime. When all the juices were gone, she threw the peel on the table and noticed they now had the whole tavern's attention, including Varric and Fenris who were playing cards. The whole tavern had gone quiet.
“Looks like we've got ourselves an audience.” Isabela smiled broadly as she looked around. “Kitten, are you ready for your turn? What would you like to be? The licker? Or the lickee?”
“Who would I be doing it with?” Merrill asked. “You or Jordan?”
“Bethany.”
“Me?” Bethany's cheeks suddenly grew red.
“Yes. Now lie down and pull up your shirt, Bethany. I have another way I want Merrill to try.”
“Alright, I guess...” Bethany stared over at Jordan, who only laughed at her.
“Do it, Bethie! Make Mother proud!”
“You're going to get it when we get home,” Bethany said as she laid on the table and pulled up her shirt to expose her stomach.
Jordan chucked. “I have no doubt I will.”
Isabela made her way over to Bethany and handed her a lime wedge. “Do whatever you want with it, just make sure it stays somewhere on your body. Now...” Taking the mead bottle, Isabela carefully poured a small shot into Bethany's bellybutton, a portion of it sliding down her sides. She then took some more salt and rubbed it around her bellybutton, careful not to spill anymore of the golden liquid. “Do you remember the order?” Isabela asked Merrill.
“Salt. Shot. Lime. Right?” said Merrill.
“Correct. You may precede.” Isabela moved out of the way so Merrill could have full access to Bethany's belly.
Going to the table, Merrill looked down at Bethany, feeling a little frightened. “This is strange, isn't it?”
“Very, so just get it over with,” Bethany whispered.
“Right. Here I go.” She lowered herself and began licking the salt off Bethany's skin, going around her mead-filled bellybutton. Once Merrill tasted all the salt was gone, she placed her lips around the mead and sucked the liquid slowly into her mouth. She shot up once all the mead was gone, feeling it burning in her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes began to water as the burning liquid began making her feel horrible.
“The lime, Kitten. Quick!” Isabela encouraged.
“Oh, yes!” Merrill had to shake the fuzziness that was starting to cloud her mind. She looked for the lime to see it between Bethany's teeth. Quickly she went and grabbed it with her own, not really touching Bethany's lips. With the lime in her mouth, she sucked on the juices, only to split the wedge out and gag. “What are you talking about? That didn't help at all!”
“It's not suppose to help!” Isabela laughed.
“Then what's it for?”
“It's just part of the fun!”
“Salty then burning then sour,” said Jordan. “One of the best combinations ever created!”
“Uh, that was horrible,” Merrill said as she sat down, holding her stomach. “I don't feel very good right now.”
“You'll be fine, Kitten,” Isabela said as she squeezed her shoulder. “You did good. A few more times and you'll be used to it.”
“I don't think I want to do it again.”
“Nonsense. Besides, Bethany still needs to do one on you!”
“Uh... I actually think it's you and Jordan's turn,” Bethany said as she sat up and wiped her stomach off.
“That's right,” Isabela said as she stared over at Jordan intensely. “Jordan... lie down.”
“Assume the position. Got it.” Jordan did the same thing as her sister and laid herself on the table and pulled up her shirt.
“Now you two watch,” Isabela said to both Merrill and Bethany. “Because what I saw was anything but erotic. If you want to do body shots right, you actually have to get into them. Let me and Jordan demonstrate once more. Here you go, sweet thing.” She gave Jordan the lime wedge, who upon receiving it, placed it straight away between her teeth.
Isabela went about doing the same to Jordan as she had done to Bethany. She poured the shot, placing a little more into Jordan's bellybutton than she had for Bethany's. More liquid drained down Jordan's sides, leaving small little trails on her light skin. Isabela then rubbed the salt around the mead as well as up to the bottom of Jordan's ribcage, and down a little right to Jordan's trousers. Once done, she went straight in, first going after the mead trails down Jordan's sides. Her tongue followed the trails before coming to the salt ring. She skipped over it, going up and following the salt to tickle Jordan's ribs. She then skipped the ring again, going down and following the trail once more all the way to the waist of Jordan's trousers. Her tongue flicked slightly underneath the fabric before Isabela finally made her way to the salt ring around the mead and slowly began to lick around it.
Jordan laid on the table, her mouth slightly open with her tongue holding the lime wedge to her cheek, as she felt Isabela's tongue make its way around her middle. She made small, involuntary noises, and gasped once Isabela formed her lips around her bellybutton and sucked the mead from within into her mouth. Isabela then crawled onto the table and hovered over Jordan. Her lips came down around the lime wedge, tongue pushing it aside as it dived past Jordan's lips. Isabela's tongue, tasting of honey mead and salt, made its way across Jordan's teeth, brushed against her own tongue, then scooped the lime wedge from her cheek and into Isabela's mouth without separating their lips. Her tongue then lashed across Jordan's top lip and down before she sat up and sucked on the lime wedge between her teeth.
Jordan opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them, to blink several times up at Isabela. Her fellow rogue stared down at her with sensual eyes. She grabbed what was left of the peel and tossed it behind her.
“Holy Maker...” said one of the men at the bar. “Please do that again.”
Jordan and Isabela laughed as Isabela got off of Jordan and helped her to sit up. “Don't worry, boys,” Isabela said to all the men staring at them. “The shows not over with yet. We still have a whole bottle of this mead here to finish. Now do you understand what I mean, Kitten?” she said to Merrill.
“Uh huh,” was all Merrill could say. She looked over at Bethany, who also stared before they looked away from each other, both with extreme red in their cheeks.
“Virgins are so cute, aren't they?” Isabela nudged Jordan.
“Are you sure we should corrupt them?” Jordan asked. “Maybe we should wait until they're a little older.”
“Ha! They're old enough. Besides, how old were you for your first time?”
“You're going to make me think back that far? Let's see, I believe I was... fifteen.”
“Thirteen, and I didn't lose it willingly. But that's something that doesn't need to be addressed tonight. Tonight, we enjoy! Now where's Aveline?”
“I don't think she's gonna want to play with us,” Jordan laughed.
“I don't care. Aveline!”
“No, Isabela,” Aveline said as she hid behind her cards while playing with Varric and Fenris. “I'm in the middle of a game here.”
“And you're losing bad, too,” said Varric. “Might as well call it quits and go with the girls. Jordan and Isabela seem to be having a lot of fun.”
“You sound like you almost want to join us, Varric,” Isabela smiled at him.
“Ah, Rivaini, you know how jealous Bianca gets.”
“Yes, I know. Bianca takes all the fun away, doesn't she?”
“Not all of it.”
“Are we going to play, or not?” Fenris grumbled as he placed down his cards. “Aveline, what are you doing?”
“I'm staying here. There's no way I'm going to be doing what those two are doing. And you shouldn't be making your sister do it, either, Jordan.”
“Oh, come on, Aveline!” said Jordan. “It's not that bad.”
“She'll be traumatized.”
“Then maybe you should take her place.”
“She already said no, so leave it be, Hawke,” Fenris grumbled some more.
“And Mr. Grumpypants strikes again!” Jordan wrapped her arms around the elf, surprising him as he sat straight up. “Maybe you would like to join us, no? Or would you prefer to watch me and Isabela do what we did again? Just as many of the other patrons in this tavern would like to see. Hmm?”
“Neither,” Fenris said as he turned his head away from her.
“Suit yourself.” Jordan then gave him a little peck on the cheek, and as she rose and let him go, she could have sworn she saw a little color in his face.
“Just know you can join us whenever you want,” Isabela winked. “As for you, big girl, I will get you on that table at some point tonight.”
“You can certainly try,” Aveline said as she focused on her cards.
“If that's a challenge, I accept.”
“Hey, I thought you said the show wasn't over with!” one of the men yelled.
“Right. Sorry about that. Just trying to get another one in on the fun. Don't worry, she'll come around. Now, Bethany, I believe it's your turn!”
The night went on, Bethany finally taking her turn on Merrill, having the elf lie on the table while at another point in the night, Bethany held the shot glass between her breasts for Merrill to take. Jordan and Isabela continued to entertain the men the most, while they would also occasionally switch, Isabela and Merrill; Merrill with Jordan; and Isabela with Bethany. And just as Isabela had promised, she finally got Aveline to lay on the table to allow a shot to be taken off of her. Aveline was fairly drunk at the time, but seemed to quickly sober once Isabela placed her tongue on her skin. She didn't push the rogue off, however, but seemed to be enjoying it as Jordan watched her. Jordan knew she would never admit it, so she kept quiet when Isabela was done and Aveline jumped off the table and headed straight for the exit. It made them both laugh, because Jordan was sure Isabela knew Aveline had enjoyed it too.
But even with all the fun they were having, Jordan still couldn't help herself to still stare at the entrance, hoping to see Anders pop in the door. Never did he come, never did he show himself. It made her worry, wondering what was taking him so long.

Paraphrasing from Dragon age 2
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