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xiv λ drinking
[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.]
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.]

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Not intentionally.
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--No, nevermind, I can answer that one myself. What are you breaking?
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... Ezio?
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Ino! Come, join me.
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[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.
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Ambassador? Are you well?
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retroactively filtered
I GUESS
look he can't have cristina reading ezio talking about hooking up with cunts and cocks okay
why not, molotov already destroyed any good favor he may have with her
OH YEAH...... THANKS MOL....
YW EZIO BB
HEY MISTRESS TIME FOR.... PEGGING :')
Merry late Christmas, Mistress!
APRILMAS
omg i thought i hit post
i do that all the time
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Hey... I remember you.
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I remember you, too... why do we always meet when drinking?
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You're not drunk already, are you? Remember that one hangover?
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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.
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I am not drunk when I am doing my job, madonna.
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Well, that's fine. And what's your job? Nothing involving eye-hand coordination, I hope.
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After some debate... ]
That's a lot of glass you're breaking.
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[BUT HE LAUGHS.....]
Kate, you should come drink with me.
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hangover hangouts
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...
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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.]
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[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.
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