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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme
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Hell Night 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

"No shit!" Desmond winced as fingers prodded around the right side of his mouth. He spat out a mouthful of blood not giving a damn about health regulations. "Fucking cat fight, had nothing to do with me!"

"Sure, sure," Ali grinned still prodding his face. Desmond spat out a few more muffled curses about the man's dubious family before he pulled back. "You're lucky, no glass to pull out."

"Here," Erik passed over a glass of water and looked as Ali began to pour it over the cut. "You're going to need stitches for that."

"No!" Desmond almost stood up, but Ali grabbed his face to hold him still. The water hurt as it rolled down his face and soaked into his shirt, but it also took most of the stinging alcohol away with it. "No, I'm not going to a damn hospital."

"Gonna leave a scar if it's not stitched, Des," Ali set the glass down and pressed the towel back to the cut.

"Don't care," No way in hell was Desmond going to a hospital over this. Too many questions and no way to leave without having some sort of paper trail. "Just put some tape it over it or something."

Erik snorted but Ali only nodded. Dark eyes studying him questioningly. Desmond was pretty sure that Ali wasn't in the country legally, for all that the man had no accent to speak of. He was the only other guy who got his paycheck in cash, and had no phone number to give the owner. "Get the first aid kit. We got butterfly bandages that'll work as long as you can keep your mouth shut long enough to heal."

"Yeah, thanks," Desmond didn't bother responding to the jab. The sharp pain fading into a dull throb that was even worse. "And some Jack! My face is killing me."

"You and everyone else, Des," Ali turned back to the fryers, dumping out a greasy pile of onion rings.

Desmond closed his eyes and rested his head against the metal counter as Erik left. He didn't care about whatever conclusions Ali might have drawn. It was past time for Desmond to move to a new city anyway.

Re: Hell Night 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

figures it would be from a bar fight <3

Re: Hell Night 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

The bride and ex were my favorite. "You whore!"

Re: Hell Night 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

:D I love how you tied in the fact that he's on the run at the end. Sometimes when I'm reading Bartender!Desmond fics, its easy to forget he's a wanted man. Very nice, anon. The other bartenders, especially Ali, were my favorite~