Never, ever was he going to reduce himself to something like binge drinking ever again. ---except, perhaps, that one time. What exactly had convinced him to join Varric at the tavern for a few pints, he'd long forgotten. He remembered, in hindsight, a battle gone fantastically well, and celebration having been in order; one he was urged to attend as well. By the end of the night, he was a grinning mess, an arm leaned over Hawke's shoulders who, surprisingly so, was less intoxicated than him and had been kind enough to attempt to escort him to the Chantry. "Haaaawke-- Hawke, we're movin' too fast." The prince complained, quietly groaning-- but soon switching to giving a light chuckle again. They made it to the very border of Hightown by the time Sebastian decided that his knees would not put up with these shenanigans of his anymore, and he shifted nearly his entire weight onto Hawke. He nearly slipped, one knee almost touching the ground beneath as his friend caught him, pulling him up once more. "Hakwe-- you saved me. Thank you!" He chimed, then, gleefully, and wasted no time to place both of his hands on the sides of her face and brought her face closer until their lips met, allowing him to initiate a sloppy kiss. The few moments it endured were sufficient for him to part her lips and deepen the kiss-- though he soon retreated again, commencing to give another hearty giggle and trotted off towards the Chantry, leaving behind a visibly startled Champion.
