Ezio ♈ --6

[punchesbards]

Who: punchesbards and YOU
Where: The tavern. GETTIN CRUNK |:
Style: Starting in third. don't care either way.
Status: Ridiculously Open

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[hides_thedagger]

Dastan was already sitting at the bar, nursing a cold pale ale, when he heard the heavy steps of the Italian man, the foreign words somewhat familiar to the Persian. He turned his head slightly, his face showing the equal amount of exhaustion than his brother. In between exploring the castle, spending the night in prison and comforting Alice during the blackout, the Prince didn't had much peaceful sleep either. He hated to feel that nagging sensation that something bad was going to happen, as if he was entering a battle ill prepared for it.

Still, despite his gloomy thoughts, he mustered a smile for his brother, noting how he looked as worried as him.

"I was beginning to wonder when you would take the time to visit this place..."

[punchesbards]

Oh, well, look who it is. He wasn't really surprised to see the other man there, and couldn't help but offer a smile in return. So what if he was practically dead on his feet? He had to keep up appearances for his little brother...or something to that affect.

"I can't say I really had the time, Dastan." he snorted, "Seeing as I had to make sure you weren't getting into too much trouble."

[hides_thedagger]

Dastan chuckled lightly, choosing to keep on lighter subjects despite seeing how hard his brother was trying to keep up with happy appearances.

"I believe this might be because little brothers usually try to imitate their older siblings..." he replied, an eyebrow raising up slowly.

[punchesbards]

He could agree with that. That was mostly the reason he followed Federico around and jumped on roofs back home. Wow, not something he should think of right now.

"And I believe because of that big brothers need to protect their bambino fratelli." and he's reaching over to ruffle your hair, Dastan. ENJOY THAT.

[rendtheskies]

It had been a long day -- no a long week -- and after spending most of the day inspecting the strange statue, all Fang had were more questions than answers. Follow the rabbit down its hole...well what hole? What rabbit? It just didn't make any sense.

Before heading back to the apartment, she had decided to take a walk to cool her head -- try and process her thoughts, and it somehow had taken her to the tavern. She had heard of it and had passed by it a few times, but never actually tried it out. Thinking it wouldn't hurt, she stepped in and looked around before striding over and taking an empty stool next to the assassin, not even paying much attention to him.

"Best martini you got, and make it dirty."

[punchesbards]

Ezio honestly hadn't been paying much attention to much of anything. Flirting back and forth with whomever was behind the bar at the time seemed to lighten his spirits a little at least. But eventually those conversations would end and he would be left once more with his thoughts. Things he didn't feel like dealing with, and he knew drinking wouldn't solve much of anything. Still, wine in hand, he shifted to take a look around. Not getting far at all when he spotted the woman beside him.

Not a familiar face, obviously. "Buon giorno, mio cara." he offered rather instinctively, his eyes narrowed and his lips etched in a small smirk. "I don't believe we've met. How could I have missed such a beauty?"

[rendtheskies]

She didn't even have to hear him to know her neighbor was eying her. It was something she was far too accustomed of and had long since cared -- except for the amusement that usually followed when the pursuer found themselves on the wrong side of her spear.

However, this was a curious bloke. For one, the accent will be a dead give away to his identity in the future, and it wasn't one she heard often, even in a world like Somarium where people from all over had gathered. For another, she could tell he was well-built -- a fighter. But that was all she could gather from the quick glance she gave him from the corner of her eye.

As she received her drink, she turned slightly to face him and return the smirk. "Must've been lookin' in the wrong places. But who knows," she added before she brought the glass to her lips. "One day ya might wish you never found me."

[punchesbards]

Ezio couldn't help but laugh lightly. Women like her were always interesting, and contrary to popular belief, getting them to simply swoon over him wasn't that much fun. Sometimes.

"Indeed I have if I missed you." he straightened a little, "Oh..?" he seemed even more interested now, "Why is that?" and was that a hint to stop flirting? Because he really didn't feel like getting punched in the face tonight, and she looked the punching type.

"I can't say I've ever wished for something like that."

[chokowaffle]

And there's Belgium drinking down some of her own beer. Lately, she's been so lost that she decided that she really need a few drinks. Maybe it would help help "coup" with what was happening. England's disappearance, or rather trip back home, has also gotten her down. Thanks to Spain, though, she doesn't feel as bad as before, but that doesn't mean it's still not affecting her.

[punchesbards]

Clearly Ezio was too high class for beer, so he'll be swirling his wine around with a thoughtful hum, only stopping when he shot a rather offhanded glance toward the woman. He had never been a HUGE fan of blondes, to be honest, but that never stopped him before. and she was rather attractive. God, he needed a distraction,

"Buon giorno, bella." He offered, tipping his head toward her to indicate who he was speaking to, "Are you all right?"

[chokowaffle]

Belgium hadn't happened to be paying attention, but she turned hearing the Spanish Spanish right?. She looked to see who said it. All she could make out was "bella". She thanked Spain and Romano for hearing their dialects. She nodded.

"Yes, I'm fine. Hello to you, too." she said curtly.