xiv λ drinking

[assassino]

[The past few days have been, to say the least, a lot of bullshit to handle.

Never mind the confrontation with Altaïr: Entire entries on the journal about menstruation? Clothes shopping with Stephanie and Cristina, only for Cristina to demand to know about his true profession? Confronting Aradia about being loose with his secrets? Losing a bet to Molotov, discovering he has fathered not only a child but illegitimate children? Worse yet, Cristina coming across that conversation?

That was a lot.

As a result, Ezio is sitting in the otherwise-abandoned Death Match, drinking to his heart's content and playing darts with throwing knives. His aim gets a little more off with each more drink, but that's okay. Who the fuck uses the Death Match anyway?

Feel free to overhear him making noise or occasionally breaking a glass or bottle or something and join him. ]



[Thread with Mistress is NC-17 for buttsex............ just so you know....... I don't want to cause, like, accidental brain melting because of a wrong click.]

Comments

[thehistorian]

Wh-- are you breaking things?

[assassino]

[Oh, it's Shaun. He hops the bar to retrieve his journal and pull it closer.]

Not intentionally.

[thehistorian]

Just unintentionally? How does one unintentionally break things?

--No, nevermind, I can answer that one myself. What are you breaking?

[assassino]

I'm at the Deathmatch. Lots of glass bottles and glasses.

[ino]

[she was just passing by on the way to somewhere else, but ... she'll stop and backtrack when she sees someone sitting at the bar]

... Ezio?

[assassino]

[He waves!]

Ino! Come, join me.

[ino]

... Sure, why not.

[she'll wander over to the bar and hop up on a stool next to him. ... aaaand she's noticing what he's doing, now, and looking a little amused]

You might want to put down the sharp things once you've got a few more drinks in you.

dictated

[themistress]

[Well, that's an identifiable voice... and the sound of glass breaking.]

Ambassador? Are you well?

dictated

[assassino]

As well as a man can be, drinking alone! How are you, Mistress?

[themistress]

I am excellent, actually. Just putting the finishing touches on the plans for my boat race. But why are you drinking alone?

[msattentionspan]

[She's actually headed into the bar. The last time she had been in there it was actually... busy. It's a shame, since she's got all this extra energy and extra power - she was hoping to make a bit of cash. Instead, there's just that guy from the fountain.]

Hey... I remember you.

[assassino]

[He glances her way and smiles.]

I remember you, too... why do we always meet when drinking?

[msattentionspan]

Do you do a lot of drinking? That might be why.

[secondchances]

[Steph will listen in to a few things for a while, contemplating saying something...]

You're not drunk already, are you? Remember that one hangover?

[assassino]

I am aiming to beat that one, actually. I do not intend to remember anything of tonight.

[secondchances]

What's the occasion? Birthday? Just feel like it? I don't know many people who go out with the intention of puking their insides out...

[20thcentury]

[Who the fuck uses the Death Match? This girl!!

Sometimes, anyway.

But now is one of those times, and she strolls on over with a pint in her hand, drawn by the sight of this dude poorly throwing knives at a dartboard.]

I hope that's not your job.

[assassino]

[He lowers the knife between his fingers in favour of drinking. Deeply. And then:]

I am not drunk when I am doing my job, madonna.

[20thcentury]

[Arching an eyebrow] Oh, an Italian.

Well, that's fine. And what's your job? Nothing involving eye-hand coordination, I hope.

dictated

[gevurah]

[ Drying herself off from a fun time with Hellboy at the beach, she keeps hearing those weird noises from the journal and what sounds like a certain assassin. Not sure if she should say something, because she's wary as fuck now.

After some debate... ]

That's a lot of glass you're breaking.

Dictated

[assassino]

I tipped over a few empty bottles.

[BUT HE LAUGHS.....]

Kate, you should come drink with me.

[gevurah]

How much have you had to drink?

hangover hangouts

[secondchances]

[The next day, Stephanie decides to make sure Ezio's not dead. She's considerate enough to wait until the afternoon to knock on his door, half expecting him to not even be there. Which, really, might be for the best.

She's not really sure she wants to know what happened after she said goodbye the night before.

Just in case he was in and was in a coma, she calls out:]

Hey, it's me! You alive in there, Ezio? Are you even home? If you're not, this is kinda embarrassing...

[assassino]

[Ezio's first reply, of course, is a groan of displeasure.

Truth be told, he's only been back and in his own bed for a few hours -- drifting in and out of sleep, burying his head under the pillows, the heavy curtains in his room drawn to block out that damned sun. He'd experienced a burst of energy and adrenaline sometime around when Mistress had woken him up for his morning penance, but after he'd shuffled off to his room he'd crashed.

His body had had it, in more ways than one.

So when Stephanie calls out, he calls back:]

Don't yell.

[She might notice the front door is slightly ajar, because he didn't really care about closing it properly.]

[secondchances]

Sorry! Oops.

[He's alive! Steph takes that as an invitation to let herself in, quietly shutting the door before carefully making her way to his room. You never know when you might step into a puddle of vomit.

She keeps her eyes on the floor as she enters. It's dark, but just in case...]

I hope you have clothes on.