paradisa | second memory sequence // DICTATED

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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.

None of them! There were no immigrants!

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

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.

Was this apartment also in New Jersey?

That's-- [Okay, Desmond snorts at that. That was pretty funny.] Felt like it most nights, but no.

Well, on the very small off-chance that you are not a prostitute, I apologize.

But Ezio's reaction would have been worth it anyway.

Well, if it makes you feel better I only got hired because the manager liked how I looked.

Did you sleep with him?

Her, actually, and I prefer to not kiss and tell.

I only ask because that does sort of make you a prostitute.

Very funny.

No pouting, lapushka.

I do not pout.

You are pouting right now. Save it for after you have been demolished in our sparring match.

When would you like to spar?

Whenever you are ready.

First, I am going to get drunk. When I am no longer drunk -- or hung over -- we will spar.

Just let me know, darling.

Of course, Mol.