[Technically, Hawke's a teacher's assistant, not a proper instructor--she's a mite too young to do much instructing, but at the same time being just a student is a little too boring for her, so here she is at the Timeless Archives, assisting.
By which we mean she's probably flirting with someone.
By which we mean she's flirting with you.]
Need a little help with that? [Said with a smile, leaning against your desk. There's something to her voice that says she'd be quite happy to help.]
[two: miss the hanged man's drinks]
You know, it's just not the same without the rat-piss whiskey.
[It's nighttime at Club A, and while most people have probably hit the hay by then--or, in some cases, stayed up late to party their way through the night--Hawke's decided to have a few drinks. Granted, it's not actually doing much for her, because all the fake IDs in the world can't fool a robotic bartender into thinking she's much older than 18, but it's the principle of the thing, all right?
She swirls her drink around with a sigh. It's rare that she drops her smile and bad flirting and worse jokes, but hey, no one's around to see, right?
Someone drops into the seat next to her. She looks up.]
Aren't you supposed to be asleep? [There's no real threat behind it, though, it's just the tone of a young woman who really kind of misses her home. Fury's offer is great, sure, and she's been having a lot of fun, but sometimes--well, she misses her mom. She misses her siblings. She misses her friends.
And she misses the whiskey.]
[three: go wild!]
[Hawke can be found pretty much anywhere on campus, because she's a nosy little shit who can't keep out of trouble for very long. If you have another idea for running into her, here's your chance!]
Marian Hawke | Dragon Age II
[Technically, Hawke's a teacher's assistant, not a proper instructor--she's a mite too young to do much instructing, but at the same time being just a student is a little too boring for her, so here she is at the Timeless Archives, assisting.
By which we mean she's probably flirting with someone.
By which we mean she's flirting with you.]
Need a little help with that? [Said with a smile, leaning against your desk. There's something to her voice that says she'd be quite happy to help.]
[two: miss the hanged man's drinks]
You know, it's just not the same without the rat-piss whiskey.
[It's nighttime at Club A, and while most people have probably hit the hay by then--or, in some cases, stayed up late to party their way through the night--Hawke's decided to have a few drinks. Granted, it's not actually doing much for her, because all the fake IDs in the world can't fool a robotic bartender into thinking she's much older than 18, but it's the principle of the thing, all right?
She swirls her drink around with a sigh. It's rare that she drops her smile and bad flirting and worse jokes, but hey, no one's around to see, right?
Someone drops into the seat next to her. She looks up.]
Aren't you supposed to be asleep? [There's no real threat behind it, though, it's just the tone of a young woman who really kind of misses her home. Fury's offer is great, sure, and she's been having a lot of fun, but sometimes--well, she misses her mom. She misses her siblings. She misses her friends.
And she misses the whiskey.]
[three: go wild!]
[Hawke can be found pretty much anywhere on campus, because she's a nosy little shit who can't keep out of trouble for very long. If you have another idea for running into her, here's your chance!]