I hate you - ENG

Chapter 1 - Omega

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And here's the last one ! We were only waiting for you, Blondie !

Varric raised his mug as Anders removed his usual worn blue coat and sat down. The card game was as far along as the night, but there was still plenty of food left. The noise hadn't died down a bit; in fact, it was peak time. It was warm, and it smelled good, at least better than in Darktown. He ran his hands, reddened from cold water, over his face.

- The clinic ? asked Merrill.

- The clinic, sighed Anders as he took the mug Isabella handed him. A difficult birth and... Alright, alright, we're in the tavern, my stories stay at the door.

- Thus spoke the Maker, laughed Hawke while shuffling the cards again.

- Where are we ? asked the mage, biting into a piece of grilled meat.

- Let's see, said Varric, adjusting the small glasses he only brought out when keeping track of scores. Isabella has won three bets, Hawke has paid everyone on the dot, you owe Merrill a silver coin...

- Oh, but that's not...

- Tchtchtch Daisy... and Fenris owes two silver coins to Hawke, two bronze coins to Merrill, and five silver coins to Isabella. As for me, all debts are settled. Sebastian still refuses to play for money, and I think he's going to hand out Andraste's candles to everyone.

He waited for everyone to finish sighing before continuing.

- And Aveline managed to lose every game she had won, I've never seen anything like it. She's not here tonight ?

- With Donnic, answered Fenris, speaking for the first time.

- You lost to me, retorted Isabella.

- And I paid off the overdue room fees for you, replied Varric.

- Touché.

- Alright, let's go, Anders smiled.

Isabella was forbidden from dealing, so Merrill, who had so far been incapable of cheating, took over. Very quickly, she was knocked out, followed by Hawke, who was distracted, constantly glancing at the door.

- You play well, Isabella, but you're not going to beat me this time, said Anders.

- Really ? With a pair of swords ? Isabella asked, finally revealing her hand, forced by the turn.

- Not against four shields, Anders smiled.

- Oh, you little...

- Nice hand, interrupted Varric.

The Rivaini woman laughed it off, and Anders collected his winnings. He took the opportunity to pay Merrill, who was occasionally allowed to win by convention so she wouldn't end up completely penniless. He then found himself facing Varric and Fenris.

The three men remained silent, focused, but for Fenris, it was mainly because he merely tolerated Anders. The others kept chatting, laughing, and drinking, until Merrill felt it was time for her to leave. Hawke took the chance to go with her.