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

[themistress]

I haven't set an exact date yet. It needs to be warm enough for boats, of course. If they get too cold, they might refuse to compete.

Don't get too drunk, or you won't be able to manage.

[assassino]

True enough.

[Laugh.]

I can always manage for the right woman.

[themistress]

Yes, and if the boats are refusing to be boarded, well, I expect the sailors will wind up fighting with them. And while a massive, sailors vs. boats brawl might be interesting, it's still not a race.

Well, I'm here if you need a willing ear. Or cunt. Or cock. You know, whatever the drink has you fancying.

retroactively filtered

[assassino]

What, exactly, are you using for boats?

[Mistress... you're so blunt... he goes back and filters this conversation.]

I think I could use a warm body of the womanly persuasion...

I GUESS

[themistress]

[Just kidding, Mistress has to have things filtered for her. Because she is incapable of filtering herself.]

People, of course.

Now, or once you're suitably drenched in alcohol?

look he can't have cristina reading ezio talking about hooking up with cunts and cocks okay

[assassino]

[Boats as humans? Maybe Mistress is drunk too...]

Hmmm... that would depend on the circumstance.

why not, molotov already destroyed any good favor he may have with her

[themistress]

[Humans as boats! It makes perfect sense.]

Tell me what you'd like, Ambassador. I live to serve.

OH YEAH...... THANKS MOL....

[assassino]

Definitely a woman.

YW EZIO BB

[themistress]

I'm always a woman, silly Ezio.

HEY MISTRESS TIME FOR.... PEGGING :')

[assassino]

[He laughs.]

Well, then, Mistress... I'll gladly have your service.

Merry late Christmas, Mistress!

[themistress]

Splendid! Will you be dropping by, or should I just come and have you over whatever table you're drinking at?

APRILMAS

[assassino]

I will drop by... and, if you do not mind, I will be bringing plenty of wine for us.

omg i thought i hit post

[themistress]

Wonderful. Perhaps you should wish for a small wagon to bring it in.

i do that all the time

[assassino]

I will do that!

[themistress]

[She laughs, because she had mostly been joking, but hey, a wagon full of wine is nothing to turn your nose up at.]

I'll be waiting.

[And lubing various things up.]

[assassino]

[Don't joke with people who are drinking, they may take you seriously. That and Ezio is like, eager to please. You could ask him to do anything and he'd lick your boots for the privilege.

Later on, he'll be showing up with a small wagon of wine. At least it's not, like, toboggan-sized. That's a fuckton of wine.]

[themistress]

[Mistress's front door swings open magically, as always, and the torches that line the hallways abruptly illuminate to guide Ezio through her ridiculous castle-within-the-castle, all the way up to her huge, cushion-and-torture-device-filled playroom.

When he arrives, she looks positively delighted to see him. She's definitely naked save for boots and a headpiece, but to be fair, she was naked when they first started talking.]

Ambassador, how fantastic that you've made it.

[assassino]

[He admires her room a bit as he heads to her playroom, but he saves the most of his admiring energy for her specifically. And admire he does! He generally goes for much thicker women, but nothing is sexier than confidence, and he can always appreciate a woman in nice boots.]

It is fantastic to be here!

[He grins, dropping the handle of the wagon and gesturing at it.]

And I brought more wine.

[themistress]

[I know, she's so tiny. She's probably the skinniest adult in the castle.]

I can see. That's quite an impressive amount. How much have you had already?

[assassino]

Not enough to rob me of my desire for you.

[themistress]

Wonderful. Now, tell me exactly what you have in mind, darling, and we'll see how I can accommodate.

[She'd hate to start paddling him if he's too drunk to get the right things out of it.]

[assassino]

[He approaches her, right up into her personal space, one of his hands moving to her hip.]

Something far from loving.

[themistress]

[She chuckles and places one hand on his cheek.]

As if I know how to be loving. You 're so funny.

[Then she abruptly backs away and sashays over to a spindly little table that's supporting a full array of freaky implements.} But you're overdressed and not tied down. That seems like something to be remedied.

[assassino]

I try.

[He chuckles, under his breath, and reaches for the laces on his doublet to undo it. It only takes a moment before he's shucking it off, and then throwing off his shirt, leaving him in only his leather pants and his boots.]

That shouldn't be too difficult.

[themistress]

[Mistress is examining some kind of metal sheath with chains attached to it, then sets it back down.]

You know, I still don't understand why everyone here is so covered up. I can't even imagine how sweaty everyone's crotches must be, to wear so many layers all the time.

[She seems to have settled on a rod, the end of which is glowing an unsettling blue.]