second memory sequence // DICTATED

[seventeenth]

So are any of the bars around here hiring? Or anything else, really. I know working isn't exactly required, but I kinda miss my old bartender gig.

Comments

[assassino]

Hey, I'm not wrong about everything.

[molotov]

Just most things.

[assassino]

Well, then, you can inform Desmond of your theory.

[molotov]

Why should I? You are the one who is worried, I do not care if he sells himself.

[assassino]

It's not my business.

[molotov]

It is not mine either, you are the one who brought it up just now.

[assassino]

You brought up modern New York.

[molotov]

Just now? Nyet, this part of the conversation is all you.

[assassino]

[He can't believe you sometimes.]

Molotov.

[molotov]

[She is well-known for being the worst.]

Ezio.

[seventeenth]

If I what?

[molotov]

Ezio has informed me that you fully support yourself as a bartender in New York. I simply told him that the only way to do that is in leather chaps, in an alleyway, after your shifts.

But on the plus side, he told me you resemble him, which means you must be attractive enough to make a good living doing that. Cheers.

[assassino]

1/idefk

[seventeenth]

[what]

[seventeenth]

[What?!]

3/4

[seventeenth]

[That's-- that's so--]

and done

[seventeenth]

Augh-- I am not a prostitute!

[molotov]

[Scoff!] No? Then how many Romanian immigrants do you share your studio apartment with, bartender?

[seventeenth]

None of them! There were no immigrants!

[molotov]

So then prostitute. [Molotov sounds like maybe this is the simplest thing ever. She might even be casually eating crackers.]

[seventeenth]

No, it was just a really shitty apartment where you said hello to your neighbors by letting them know whether or not someone stole their car.

[not dictated/action]

[thehistorian]

[Shaun's not on this filter, he has no idea what's going on-- but he did just hear Desmond yell I AM NOT A PROSTITUTE from the other room, so he's going to pause and peer around the corner.]

...Desmond, what?

[not dictated/action]

[seventeenth]

[See Desmond. She Desmond growl and toss his journal across the bed.] One of Ezio's friends told him I was a prostitute.

[thehistorian]

A prost-- [Shaun shakes his head a little.] If you were that, I think you might have been living in a nicer place than you were.

[seventeenth]

[Augh! Desmond flings his journal at Shaun this time.] Don't you start, too!