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[ceilingezio]

Mi stanco di questo posto. Mannaggia.1

[There's a thunk as the communicator is slammed a little forcibly against... a table? The audio clicks off.]

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So, do any of you here know how to fight? I could use a sparring partner.

[ooc; 'I grow tired of this place. Damn.' ... basically.]

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[ntjstapwn]

I wouldn't mind sparring. I'm getting kind of rusty here.

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[ntjstapwn]

*A fight scene goes here! It was really cool, but sadly had to be cut for budget reasons. But after they both get some beating in and decide to call it quits, Marco laughs.*

You wanna go for a drink?

*He fishes out his comm, in case that needs to be repeated in text. Cause booze and fighting go together like...two things that go really well together.*

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[ceilingezio]

[Meanwhile, Ezio is lying on his back, hands propped behind his head. He looks pretty at ease for a guy that just spent a while both beating up and being beaten up by another guy. DEPARTMENT OF REDUNDANCY DEPARTMENT.

Drink, though. That? Is a word he would probably recognize in any language. However, he grabs his communicator to reply, because stumbling over English? Not so much with the awesome.]

I would say, as long as you were buying, but, ah, everything here seems to be free.

[He is the son of a banker. 'Free'? NOVEL CONCEPT.]

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[ntjstapwn]

'You get used to everything being free here after awhile.'

*Or he did, at least. If he ever goes back to needing to pay for things Marco will be very annoyed.
He grins*

'We can say I bought if it makes you feel better.'

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[ceilingezio]

I still have florins enough from back home!

[He fishes the handful of coins out of his pocket and tosses one at Marco. Keep it if you want, they're worthless to him here. A genuine 24 carat Florin, one of only a million in circulation in Renaissance Italy, shiny as a newly made penny.]

Then I shall.

[He gets to his feet, stretches. He's bruised enough across his ribs, and the scar on his lip - fully healed but prone to tearing, has been re-opened. He wipes a hand across it. Blood, feh.]

Eh, you're not so bad.

[Male bravado and camaraderie all in one. Hi.]

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[ntjstapwn]

Heh

*Marco catches the coin and pockets it. He'll look at it later.*

'You're not bad yourself.'

*He starts towards the exit, then towards the elevators, looking over his shoulder to see if Ezio is following. If he isn't Marco still heads to the bar anyway.*

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[ceilingezio]

[Have an assassin stalking you, Marco. Well, not really. Actually it's more like being followed by a really deadly puppy.

Also: bar. He hasn't been to the bar yet. Here, anyways. But hey, Florentine alcohol, of which he was quite fond, is bound to have had a higher alcoholic content than most things the Elegante has to offer!]

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[ntjstapwn]

*Marco kind of expects everything here to have the possibility of being deadly. But he's friendly with Ezio for the moment, so he doesn't mind. He just heads to Sergei's, cause that's still his default bar. He doesn't bother to talk on the way there, cause typing out talking is annoying when you're not talking about anything.
Once there, he claims himself a whiskey bottle and looks to Ezio*

'You can take whatever you want.'

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[ceilingezio]

[He eyes the bottle that Marco grabbed, then claims a like bottle for himself. He jerks his head towards a table in the universal gesture for 'over there' and takes a seat himself shortly thereafter.

Fighting, drinking. The only thing better would be finding a woman afterward.]

'So, do you do this often? Spar with people and go drinking when you've... ah.'

[He touches a hand to his split lip, in a gesture of concession. Marco didn't exactly win... but he did have the distinction of first blood.]

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[ntjstapwn]

*Marco takes a seat across the table from Ezio. He shrugs*

'Not lately. I should probably do it here more often.
Did you? Back home.'

*He takes a swig from his bottle.
He doesn't have a split lip, but he does have a black eye and some other bruises here and there. None that will interfere with drinking, though*

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[ceilingezio]

'Ah, my uncle is a mercenary, a condottiero. He was teaching me all he knew, before...well.'

[He makes one of those infamously elaborate Italian hand gestures, and cracks the top on the whiskey. Marco's swigging it, it can't be too bad, right?

He puts the bottle to his lips, maneuvering it in such a way that it won't contact the open wound, and tosses it back.

And that would be a mistake.]

Figlio di puttana! Che cavolo!

[TRAUMA. WHAT IS THIS DISGUSTING SHIT. He coughs, because holy hell that burns, and generally has an unpleasant time of swallowing it and surviving the ordeal.]

Alcol di merda.

[He gives the bottle - and Marco, a truly suspicious look. Press x to avoid whiskey in the future, yes fucking please.]

[ooc; in order! 'Son of a bitch. What the hell?!' followed by 'Fucking alcohol.']

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[ntjstapwn]

*Marco doesn't manage to stop himself from laughing at Ezio. At least he looks more good natured than 'I'm making fun of you' as he does it.*

Don't have whiskey where you're from, huh?

'Too strong? I don't know what they drink in Italy other than wine.'

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[ceilingezio]

[He just leans AS FAR AWAY from the devil water as he can get. At least he takes the laughter in stride. An older brother will teach you very quickly not to react badly to being laughed at.]

'Wine. Beer. Horse piss. Anything but that.'

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[ntjstapwn]

*Marco moves the discarded bottle over to his side of the table. No use letting it go to waste.*

'There's wine behind the bar. You probably want to keep away from vodka and rum and...well, most everything you're not familiar with. Or at least go a lot slower.
I'm a pro at this.'

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[ceilingezio]

[Oh no you didn't. That? Is a challenge.]

'No, give it back.'

[He reaches for the bottle, and plants it resolutely in front of him. He will drink this shit or die trying.

Besides, you come back from death on the boat, right?]

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[ntjstapwn]

*Marco raises an eyebrow, but slides the bottle back over to Ezio. He hadn't meant it that way, but if that's how he wants to play it Marco is more than happy to kick Ezio's ass at drinking*

'If you insist.'

*He smirks and takes another swig of his bottle*