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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Re: Game Day [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-12 12:38 am (UTC)(link)---
Ezio showed up right after Christina Aguilera butchered the national anthem, to which none of the Americans in the room noticed or cared so much about. Shaun, on the other hand, was appalled. If this was a true footfall game back in Britain, he probably would have thrown his beer bottle at the television screen by now. Desmond had only shrugged and said “Well, she’s still hot.” while Lucy and Rebecca were still arguing over the ‘best seat in the house’ up until the point where Desmond wedged himself in between them, shoving dark drinks into both their hands.
When the doorbell rang, both females glared at the door. Shaun had to go up and answer it in fear that anyone else might make the wrong impression. The poor Italian stallion had only walked three feet from the door when both fans started yelling at him.
“Shut the goddamn door! The game is starting, like, now!”
“And I’d like to watch the Steelers get creamed without any interruptions, thank you.”
“Why you little—“
Ezio cocked his head towards Desmond who, in between trying to make sure neither girl killed each other and dodging sharp nails himself, shrugged.
“There’s booze in the kitchen. Help yourself and trust me, you’ll need it.” Shaun gave him a pat on the shoulder before pointing him in the direction of the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with what looked like a rum and coke, settling in right next to Shaun, turning towards the TV. The teams had just decided the start with a coin toss. At least that seemed traditional enough.
“Oye—What the fuck?” That was one thing Ezio loved to do, use the spicy new English curse words that now littered his vocabulary. “Desmond—I though you said this would be a football game.” His accent was thick, but the words were clear. Shaun smirked over the neck of his beer.
“Uh, it is Ezio.”
“Bugiardo! This is not football!” He said in an outrage, gesturing towards the wide screen. “This—this—this is barbaric! Where are the goalies? And why is the ball shaped so…idiotically! That is no ball! That is a—“
“Hey, pretty boy,” Both Ezio and Shaun turned towards Rebecca’s irritated voice. “Shut up or get out.” Her eyes flashed dangerously at Ezio before whipping back around at the TV. Both Lucy and Rebecca then shot up and screamed at the television. Lucy was cheering, Rebecca was cursing out the other team. Apparently the Packers had scored (7-0, and why the hell was one goal worth 6 points? That made no sense!).
Ezio snarled, but leaned back in a grumble of both Italian and English curses, angry at the idea of having to sit through all this nonsense. Next to him, Shaun chuckled. “Get used to it, pretty boy.”
Another scoff from the Italian. “American bitch.” He muttered under his breath, the insult directed directly at Rebecca, which made Shaun laugh quite loudly.
“Amen to that.” They clicked beer bottle against rum glass, making a silent toast of hate into the air. “Amen to that…”
Game Day [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-12 03:20 am (UTC)(link)By halftime, the Steelers were still down, but they apparently had a chance. Around this time Shaun finally realized that the massive amounts of alcohol were starting to take effect on him. Or rather, he started noticing this after he had shifted from the small love-seat with Ezio to squeeze in next to Desmond and Rebecca, grabbing a handful of chips and few of those blanket-dog things and shoving them into his mouth.
“What’s the score?” He mumbled between the bits of food.
“21-10.”
“And is that good?”
“Yes, Shaun, that is VERY good.”
“BULLSHIT! That’s terrible! Awful—ungodly! Those refs can’t see anything!”
“Oh, PLEASE Rebecca! Maybe if Roethlisberger could hold onto the ball a little better—“
“Big Ben is a beautiful man and the best QB in the league!”
“And a rapist.”
“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?”
Ezio and Desmond held back each girl while Shaun smiled down at the food and began to indulge in the wings. Through all the chaos, somehow a knock on the door rang out through the apartment, making everyone become quiet and pause for a moment, turning to stare at the door. They did this for a few minutes before another, more aggressive knock called out.
“I’ll get it!” Shaun got up, wing still in mouth, and opened the door.
There in the doorway stood a tall, tan man with bright amber eyes who looked very much like both Desmond and Ezio. The expression on his face turned from slightly irritated to outright disgusted at the site before him. The man who answered the door—Shaun—was covered in what looked like barbecue sauce, Doritos cheese dust, and mustard. Behind him in the living room stood his two cousins holding back two females—a black haired and a blond—who both appeared to be trying to kill each other.
Altair was silent and still, just as everyone else was, before turning on his heels and heading right back out the door he just came in through.
“Ah! Altair, wait!” He then said something Shaun couldn’t understand, something in Arabic it sounded like, let go of Lucy and raced after his cousin. Luckily he hadn’t gotten far, only to the stairwell, before Desmond caught him and dragged him back into their little party. The Syrian seemed reluctant but not so opposed to the idea. He had to be a few years older and probably had a good twenty pounds of muscle against Desmond. Something told Shaun that, with this guy, if he didn’t want to do something, he wouldn’t. Shaun stared, closing the door quickly as everyone got inside.
“Everyone, this is Altair.” Desmond introduced Altair to everyone, and then continued to introduce everyone to Altair in that foreign tongue. Ezio smiled, dropping a still squirming Rebecca to the floor (“Ow! Italian dick!”) to run over towards his cousin, embracing him in a large bear hug. If it was anyone else besides a relative, Shaun feared Altair might have killed him. They spoke quickly in a mix of Italian and Arabic, though Shaun did catch a few words in between (football, Americans, insane, and ‘fucktard bitch’).
“He doesn’t know that much English.” Desmond whispered to him, to which he simply nodded in some sort of agreement.
They all settled in, the two cousins shared the love seat while the other four squeezed into the larger couch, to watch the rest of the halftime show. Which turned out to be “a sin against all that is music” (as Ezio put it).
Re: Game Day [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 05:04 am (UTC)(link)Also; Altair, fucking priceless.
Re: Game Day [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)not op, btw.
Re: Game Day [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-18 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)