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. ]



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drunk reply style in a hangover thread.....

[assassino]

[He covers his ears, smile flickering with the impact of her voice, and waits her out.]

[secondchances]

[Half a minute later, the cackles have devolved into wheezes.]

I think--I think I've said it before, but [wheeze giggle] if your mom ever shows up here, I have to meet her.

[assassino]

I very much fear that day, bella.

[secondchances]

Ooooh? And why is that, Ezio?

[assassino]

Because mothers somehow find out everything.

[secondchances]

If you're not careful enough, you mean.

[assassino]

What seventeen year old is careful?

[secondchances]

I'm guessing you weren't. Your loss, my gain, then. I love me some stories.

[assassino]

I thought I was careful... apparently not.

[secondchances]

[Oh, she could comment on being on careful and illegitimate children, but she has more tact than that. Totally thought of something witty to say, though.]

Maybe one day. Then again--what stories wouldn't you tell me, huh?

[assassino]

I'm not very shy. I think I would tell you most things.

[secondchances]

You just wouldn't have the awesome mother point of view commentary.

[assassino]

My mother also would be limited to my earlier adventures. She doesn't know much from the past ten years.

[secondchances]

But she must have stories about Awkward Teenage Ezio. Squeaky voice and all. You can share the other ones. Don't fret.

[assassino]

Well, better from my mother than Federico.

[Federico... it strikes him that he could see his brother here, but that's such a deeply unsettling thought that he immediately tries to force it from his mind.]

I'd rather tell stories than live them right now.

[secondchances]

Eye witness accounts. I can only imagine.

Doesn't seem you'd like to do much else aside from stay in bed right now, really. I hope I'm not keeping you up.

[assassino]

I only got back here a few hours ago. I slept elsewhere, as I was too drunk to get back to my room.

[secondchances]

How did you get up the stairs?

[assassino]

[Contemplative pause.]

I don't remember.

[secondchances]

[... she laughs. :') ]

I'm sure it was either pathetic or hilarious. Possibly both, and something I regret not seeing myself.

[assassino]

[He closes his eyes. She laughs so loud.]

I'm very sure it was both.

[secondchances]

You poor guy. [at least she makes up for loudness with sympathetic petting?]

[assassino]

[Yes, and he very much appreciates that part.]

Generally I would take offense at being pitied, but in this case I will make an exception.

[secondchances]

Being a manly man can wait for when you're not in agony, huh?

[assassino]

Exactly. Not that I am ever any less manly. You should never doubt that.