Desmond Miles ❖ 014
Who: failssassin and somarium
Where: Desmond's new club, 'L'Horizon'
Style: Starts in third, but I'll follow anyone's choice
Status: OPEN!!! (I am looking for new CR for Desmond, please come bother the derp?)
It should have been a night like any other at the club, reopened now for a few weeks despite Desmond not throwing a big opening party. Just like the reconstruction since the 'Fire in the Hole' club burned, life in Somarium seemed hell bent on keeping the Assassin from properly celebrating the re-opening of his club. But the regulars had become impatient, and with all the lost he's suffered in the past weeks, Desmond had chose to start his business again, keeping his nights busy before he went to train to finally crash exhausted in his bed. The cycle had become something regular now, just like in the first few months of his stay in this world, and the novice was grateful for it. It was nothing exciting, but he was content to have fall back to something familiar, to something that he used to have before Abstergo screwed up his life.
Since the DJ having the night off, as few people were dispersed all over the club, soft rock music was playing in the background as opposed to the usual techno music. Sounds of people playing pool on the mezzanine could be heard over the murmurs of patrons flirting and laughing. Behind the bar counter, Desmond was drying a glass with a kitchen towel before placing it back on the shelf. A brief look to the new comer and the bartender smiled lightly before nodding curtly:
"Can I get you anything?"
Where: Desmond's new club, 'L'Horizon'
Style: Starts in third, but I'll follow anyone's choice
Status: OPEN!!! (I am looking for new CR for Desmond, please come bother the derp?)
It should have been a night like any other at the club, reopened now for a few weeks despite Desmond not throwing a big opening party. Just like the reconstruction since the 'Fire in the Hole' club burned, life in Somarium seemed hell bent on keeping the Assassin from properly celebrating the re-opening of his club. But the regulars had become impatient, and with all the lost he's suffered in the past weeks, Desmond had chose to start his business again, keeping his nights busy before he went to train to finally crash exhausted in his bed. The cycle had become something regular now, just like in the first few months of his stay in this world, and the novice was grateful for it. It was nothing exciting, but he was content to have fall back to something familiar, to something that he used to have before Abstergo screwed up his life.
Since the DJ having the night off, as few people were dispersed all over the club, soft rock music was playing in the background as opposed to the usual techno music. Sounds of people playing pool on the mezzanine could be heard over the murmurs of patrons flirting and laughing. Behind the bar counter, Desmond was drying a glass with a kitchen towel before placing it back on the shelf. A brief look to the new comer and the bartender smiled lightly before nodding curtly:
"Can I get you anything?"