Luckiest elf....

[wolfenris]

*Fen is playing Diamondback at the pub. He's been there a while already although he hasn't exactLy been quaffing down alcohol. He's only had two or three glasses of the terrible wine...and it shows...as he wins his 10th hand of the evening*

*Yes....that expression is smugness*

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[wardennolonger]

[ooc: I know I'm attacking an old post-- feel free to ignore]

"Fenris, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were cheating," Anders leaned playfully on the elf's shoulder from wear he stood to his side. He did it, only because he knew it would irritate the surly warrior. "Though I can't imagine where you could be hiding the spare cards; you've not the advantage of distracting cleavage."

[wolfenris]

One needs no cleavage if one is skilled. Remove yourself from me Mage or I will remove your limbs from you.... *He glares slightly, discomforted by the other mans presence.*

[wardennolonger]

[For some reason or another, Fenris' discomfort was so bloody satisfying. Anders swung into the seat next to the surly elf with a satisfied smirk, eyeing his cards]

What, afraid I'll ruin your good luck?

[wolfenris]

You do have a habit of ruining things....

*he shifts awkwardly in his seat at Anders proximity*

[wardennolonger]

Is that how you really feel?

[Anders props his head on his hand, grinning not unlike a Cheshire cat]

And how could my innocently sitting here ruin your game-- unless, I'm somehow distracting you?

[wolfenris]

I will hit you Mage if you continue to provoke me...

*Fen growls at him*

[wardennolonger]

How am I provoking you? I'm merely sitting and basking in your wonderful company

[So easy to rile, this one]

[wolfenris]

*A growl and Fenris hunches, turning his back slightly towards the Mage*

[wardennolonger]

[Anders wonders how empty Fenris' threats are; he hasn't been struck yet. He also has a habit of pushing his luck]

You needn't strike me should you wish to be closer; and turning to hide that blush of yours is adorable, I must say

[gringringrin]

[wolfenris]

*A growl and Fenris whirls around, shoving Anders hard and sending his chair sprawling. Interesting though there is a faint blush on his cheeks*

[wardennolonger]

[Anders wasn't expecting to get such a reaction; it meant he touched a nerve though, and he did take pleasure from riling the elf]

I told you that you don't need to push me. Honestly Fenris, you're acting like a little boy with a crush. What's next, pulling my hair? dipping my ponytail in ink?

[He pushes himself up and brushes off his robes]

[wolfenris]

*Fen is half out of his chair with a growl when Hawke interrupts, scolding them both*

*Grumpily Fen sinks back in his chair, rather resembling a disgruntled kitten.*

[wardennolonger]

[Oh Hawke, spoiling all the fun. Anders shoots the man a sideways look before dropping himself back into his chair, right beside Fenris. There were many pleasures that Justice denied him (drinking, sex, smoking some of those lovely magical herbs) but this was not one of them]

Don't you just hate it when Hawke tugs your leash?

[wolfenris]

*a frisson of noticeable tension flashes through Fenris*

There is no leash!

[wardennolonger]

[It seemed he had found another hot-button]

Please, Hawke has us all pretty well trained. Don't pretend you don't jump at his command like the rest of us.

[wolfenris]

*Silence and a flicker of blue along the brands. Dangerous ground Anders*