It's been a really really messed up week
Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter
And my girlfriend went and cheated on me
She's a California dime but it's time for me to quit her

"I'm sorry, Fenris, but I felt that you should know," Aveline said as she tried to read the face of the elf in front of her. She crossed her arms before she sat down in her guard captain's chair. She had just spat out the nauseous story that she had kept quiet for far too long. She was always a woman of the truth. She never really cared for Hawke, but that was not her motivation in telling Fenris about what had happened.

Fenris had a blank look on his face as he slumped down in the chair in front of Aveline's desk. He put his elbows on his thighs and he put his chin on his locked hands. He seemed to look at nothing for a while before he took in a shaky breath, "What's his name?"

"Zevran, I believe. Isabela knows him so you can ask her for anything else," Aveline said as she looked at him. After a few awkward moments, Aveline told him, hoping this would cheer him up, "If it makes you feel better, I believe he was a whore of some sorts."

His head shot up before he gave a harsh laugh, "My companion cheated on me…with a whore…That makes me feel so much better, Aveline. You are so good at this."

It had been almost five years since the relationship had started on this on and off again game. Fenris had just made the relationship stable. It was only a few days ago that he had finally killed Danarius and freed all stress from his life. He was turning his life around, all thanks to his beautiful Evening Hawke. She had been the one to stick by his side. She had the one to defend him against his former master. She had been the one to bring him from darkness into life.

Well, it was too good to be true. It was fun while it lasted.

"Who else knows?" Fenris asked.

"Isabela and Anders," Aveline told him after a minute to debate on whether or not he needed to know.

With a quick motion, Fenris stood up and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" Aveline asked, hoping that he was not going to do anything to irrational. He had that tendency to let his temper take control of him.

"I'm going to end things with Hawke," Fenris said, simply. He had thought that some form of emotion would come up in his body. It didn't. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion and any fire or sadness in his body was shut down completely.

"I'll see you later, Aveline," he said as he opened the door and shut it behind him.

La la la,

whatever, la la la,

it doesn't matter, la la la,

oh well, la la la

"Fenris, if you would let me explain," Hawke started as she went to follow after Fenris. He had came into the Hawke Estate, walked right up to her room, barged in, and announced his discovery of her naughty secret. And within that minute, he also told her that their relationship was over and he had left without letting her say a word.

"There is nothing to say," Fenris said, simply, as he walked down the stairs. He kept his face forward and gave no indication that he was going to stop.

"It was just rutting, it meant nothing. It was just a good time," Hawke continued as she walked down the stairs. It was early in the morning when Fenris had walked in, so she was wearing nothing but her robe and her blonde hair was dirty and unbrushed. She was still waking up and everything seemed like it was a dream.

"If it makes you feel better," Hawke said as she followed him, "I still love you."

"It does not," He said, shortly. Fenris stopped at the bottom of the stairs, "You know that I do not know much about relationships, but I know enough to know that when two people are in a relationship, the sex stays between them. If sex happened outside the relationship, it requires the consent of both." He took the final step before he went to the door.

Hawke stood there with her mouth agape before she sputtered, "You-you-you can't just come here and tell me that you ended things and then just leave! We have to talk about this!"

The door opened and Fenris stood in the doorway. He turned and faced Hawke before he told her, "Hawke…you should know this by now….I do what I want."

We're going at it tonight tonight
There's a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight tonight and we're dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don't know if I'll make it but watch how good I'll fake it
Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

"Fenris, it is good to see you," Isabela smiled as Fenris sat next to her at the bar.

After ordering a drink, Fenris asked her, "Why did I have to find out from Aveline that Hawke was with another man?" He glanced over to her, "I thought we were friends."

Isabela's smile wavered slightly as she picked up her mug. She downed her drink in one gulp before slamming it down. She turned to him and said, "It was Hawke's place to tell you, Fenris. I have no right in getting between the two of you." She then said, "If it makes you feel better, I offered to join, but she denied me."

Fenris groaned as he let his head fall on the bar, "I am tired of people assuming they know what would make me feel better." At the sound of his mug being placed on the bar, his head shot up and he grabbed his alcohol. He took a taste of it before he spat it out, "Augh, how do you drink this swill?"

The pirate queen smirked, "It's an acquired taste, dear." She then took his mug and drunk of it. Noticing Fenris's glare, she set the mug down, "Well, if you don't want it…"

"I want my Aggregio Pavali," Fenris whined as he put his head back on the bar, "Why did I have to waste it?"

"Because it loosened you up around Hawke and it made you forget about your horrific abuse," Isabela said, bluntly. She turned to him, "I can read you like a book, Fenris. You're not as complex as you think you are." After seeing that he did not find her joke amusing, Isabela sighed, "I have some money…Let's go to the Blooming Rose, get some fresh alcohol, and get you laid."

"I don't want to," Fenris said, stubbornly. He sat up and looked at Isabela, "What would doing that solve?"

"Well, nothing, really," Isabela told him, "But it will make you forget about what happened. At least for the night."

He let out a long sigh before he asked, "Do I have to get laid?"

Isabela laughed, "No, not if you don't want to." She then punched him playfully, "What sort of man are you? Most would be jumping at the chance at getting back at the woman who scorned them by sleeping with a whore."

Fenris rolled his eyes, "You believe I should demean myself with a prostitute to get revenge on a woman. As fun as that sounds I would have to pass."

"Well, either way, let's go," Isabela said as she got off the barstool, "The night is young and so are we."