I Don't Even...
Hawke stumbles out of the Blooming Rose, a satisfied smile on his face. Madame Lusine had outdone herself this time. Twins. Twins! And they’d been blondes too-his favorite kind. Well, besides brunettes. And redheads. He shrugs. Not like it really mattered, actually. Once you get the lights out, they all have the same hair color. Bada bing!
But the night’s still young, and Hawke’s got a small attention span. So he wanders through the streets of Hightown, whistling a jaunty little tune.
OOC: I blame all of you enablers for this. I really have no idea about Hawke, other than he’s a smarmy, self-centered bastard. Do with him as you will. Has he been here for ages? Did he just arrive? Do you love him? Hate him? Owe him money? If you do, uh, he really needs it back…Lusine won’t let him run a tab.
But the night’s still young, and Hawke’s got a small attention span. So he wanders through the streets of Hightown, whistling a jaunty little tune.
OOC: I blame all of you enablers for this. I really have no idea about Hawke, other than he’s a smarmy, self-centered bastard. Do with him as you will. Has he been here for ages? Did he just arrive? Do you love him? Hate him? Owe him money? If you do, uh, he really needs it back…Lusine won’t let him run a tab.