Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150906191937/@comment-5543592-20150909225029

Scire, who had followed Hawke to the bar, trying to stay up with her, had passed out there. His face was planting on the counter, hidden by folded arms.

His breath must've caught, because he woke with a start.

"Ugh..." He groaned, feeling a crick in his neck.