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.

[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.

dictated

[themistress]

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

Ambassador? Are you well?

[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.

[assassino]

[He laughs, and pours her a glass of wine.]

I'm fine, and if I'm not, the clinic is on this floor.

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?

[ino]

[ she'll take the glass and ..... kinda look at it curiously. SHE HASN'T REALLY HAD ... WINE BEFORE .... just saké ...]

Making more work for me, huh ...

[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]

A boat race, hmm? That should be exciting.

Ah, sometimes it's more fun to drink first and find company later.

[assassino]

[He glances her way and smiles.]

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

[assassino]

Well, Dr. Watson and Dr. Carson are the doctors I go to most often, so I'll leave you free of work.

[msattentionspan]

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

[themistress]

Yes, it'll be fun to see if anyone drowns this go around.

I suppose that's one way to go about. It gives everything a bit of a slower start, though.

[assassino]

[laugh]

Enough of it, I suppose. How have you been?

[assassino]

[That doesn't surprise him at all, given that few people in his time can swim...]

When is the boat race? I'd like to watch.

Yes, but I can manage.

[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.

[ino]

[she'll smile] I'm only teasing you, anyways.

So what brings you here? Nobody's been working here for awhile.

[assassino]

True enough.

[Laugh.]

I can always manage for the right woman.

[assassino]

I just wanted a quiet place to drink and think. I'm fortunate that company comes to me.

[ino]

Usually people go to the roof for that kind of thing ...

[she'll take a sip of the wine .... and then look really surprised, glancing down at the glass] ... Huh.

[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.

[assassino]

Ah, I don't want to be around brooding people.

[He smiles.]

What do you think? It's good, hmm?