Desmond Miles £ 002
Who: failssassin and somarium !!!
Where: The Fire in the Hole club in Somni
Style: Starts in third, but either is fine with me
Status: OPEN!!! Come drink your sorrows away!!
Warning: Desmond has a foul mouth, so language.
'Thump thump thump thump'
The beat of the music of the club was something soothing to the bartender. It was familiar and if he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine being back in his peaceful life before everything went down the drain, thanks to the Templars. It hadn't taken long for the young man to find a place to live and a job: constantly changing places to keep from being detected was something he had become more than accustomed to. He personally preferred to work at calmer places, but the owner of the club had seemed open enough to suggestions to make this place a bit more popular that Desmond had accepted the job almost instantly. The establishment was also close to his new apartment, which was of course convenient as well. Plus, it was far from the village and this mostly public place would keep both of his ancestors away, right? Here, he could have some time away from them.
Deftly twirling a bottle with his hand, he gave a small smile to the few ladies at the bar as he poured down their orders. He pushed the shots toward them and accepted with a curt nod the one pushed back in front of him. They giggled at his dramatic grimace as he downed the overly sugary mix they had ordered and he thanked them softly before cleaning the counter as they left, giving him one last look. Desmond thanked the low lighting that hid the bump on his forehead. His hoodie ruined a few nights ago by Ezio, he was only wearing his black T-shirt, the tattoo on his forearm now clearly visible, the Hidden Blade safely tucked in his belt beneath his shirt. Like very few outsiders, he looked like any resident of the dreamworld and he was content to do so.
Seeing a new customer at the counter, he gave the newcomer a short nod:
"What can I get you?"
Where: The Fire in the Hole club in Somni
Style: Starts in third, but either is fine with me
Status: OPEN!!! Come drink your sorrows away!!
Warning: Desmond has a foul mouth, so language.
'Thump thump thump thump'
The beat of the music of the club was something soothing to the bartender. It was familiar and if he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine being back in his peaceful life before everything went down the drain, thanks to the Templars. It hadn't taken long for the young man to find a place to live and a job: constantly changing places to keep from being detected was something he had become more than accustomed to. He personally preferred to work at calmer places, but the owner of the club had seemed open enough to suggestions to make this place a bit more popular that Desmond had accepted the job almost instantly. The establishment was also close to his new apartment, which was of course convenient as well. Plus, it was far from the village and this mostly public place would keep both of his ancestors away, right? Here, he could have some time away from them.
Deftly twirling a bottle with his hand, he gave a small smile to the few ladies at the bar as he poured down their orders. He pushed the shots toward them and accepted with a curt nod the one pushed back in front of him. They giggled at his dramatic grimace as he downed the overly sugary mix they had ordered and he thanked them softly before cleaning the counter as they left, giving him one last look. Desmond thanked the low lighting that hid the bump on his forehead. His hoodie ruined a few nights ago by Ezio, he was only wearing his black T-shirt, the tattoo on his forearm now clearly visible, the Hidden Blade safely tucked in his belt beneath his shirt. Like very few outsiders, he looked like any resident of the dreamworld and he was content to do so.
Seeing a new customer at the counter, he gave the newcomer a short nod:
"What can I get you?"