Desmond's POV

The bar begins to pick up and I keep an extra eye on the assassins as I make drinks. They're pretty tame to begin, but I lose track of them as the night progresses.

The music begins to blast and I can feel my heart thumping in my ears. As I finish a Piña Colada and hand it to a girl, Ezio walks out of the crowd and sits down on the stool in front of me.

"How's it going, Ezio?" I ask.

"These girls... they have no respect for themselves!" Ezio says, looking around. A girl in a crop-top and spanks walks up behind Ezio and strokes his cheek.

"Hey babe, you're hot," she says, her speech slightly slurred from the alcohol. Ezio sighs.

"Please, you smell like alcohol and you disgust me. Give me some space."

"That accent is sexy," she says.

"Go away please," Ezio says.

"Okay babe. Call me," the girl says as she walks away.

"Desmond, why is she in her undergarments?" Ezio asks.

"Those are really tight shorts and a crop-top. That's what girls these days wear," I say. Ezio stares at me for a moment before looking down at the counter.

"I'm done with this age. This is cazzo folle."

I nod and walk around the bar, looking for the other assassins. Connor is propped up on one leg on a chair and is telling a group of drunken men and women about the Revolutionary War.

"George Washington was a great general. I stood there as he came down the hill with the rest of the troops and I knew at that moment that we were going to win that war," Connor says proudly. His crowd cheers and some of the girls sigh.

"Tell us more..." one girl says, as if in a trance. I sigh and look for Malik, Leonardo, Edward and Altaïr.

"Hey Desmon! Demond! Dezzie!" says a voice from behind me. I turn and see Edward with a mug in his hand.

"It's Desmond, Edward," I say.

"Yes! Desmond! Now, was the limit 4 or 6?" he asks, his speech sloppy and slow.

"It was two..." I sigh.

"Oh... Sorry about that, Dezzie boy!" Edward walks away, mumbling a pirate song. I sigh and walk back to the counter, where I'm met by Leonardo.

"Desmond! The art in the public washing rooms is horrible! It was weird words and faces a-"

"Leo! What art?" I ask.

"Well, this one word says fu-" Leo begins, but I cut him off again.

"Yeah, don't say that. Just... don't," I say. Leonardo looks confused and I sigh.

"I'll explain later."

Leonardo nods and goes to join Ezio, who's still being crowded by drunk girls.

Why did I think this was a good idea?

Altaïr's POV

Malik and I are sitting in a corner table with a mug of beer each when a man with no hand and a man with one eye approach us, obviously a bit drunk.

"Hey, the name's Jim. How'd you lose the finger?" asks the man with one hand.

"Oh yeah, and I'm Tom. How'd you lose the arm?" asks the man with one eye.

"Well, you see, when I underwent training to become an assassin, it was required of me to lose my ring finger so my hidden blade didn't injure me. That was before they made adaptions to it so you didn't have to lose the finger," I say.

Jim and Tom sit next to us and Malik takes a sip of his beer.

"I lost my arm in an accident while on a mission. Rocks fell on my brother and I, but Altaïr over here managed to escape. My brother died and I lived, but I had to get my arm amputated," Malik says.

"So you're Altaïr," Jim says, looking at me. "What's your name?"

"My name is Malik," Malik says.

"I lost my hand in a shark attack! I was swimming in the ocean off the coast of Hawaii when a Malibu shark came up and bit it off!" Jim says dramatically. I nod calmly and look over to Tom.

"How did you lose your eye?" I ask.

"I was in a knife fight with another guy I ran into in an alleyway. He was no good! Attacked me, and when I tried to fight back, he stabbed my eye!" Tom says.

"Interesting..." Malik says.

We talk a while longer, but are distracted by a certain assassin by the name of Edward Kenway standing on a table singing.

"Yo! Ho! Yo! Ho! Pirates life for me! Yo! Ho! Yo! Ho!"

Women and men dance and cheer as he sings, and Desmond walks up to us, panic on his face.

"Altaïr, you, Ezio and Connor get Edward off the table. Malik, you and Leonardo hold open the doors," he says. Malik and I wave goodbye to Jim and Tom and approach Edward.

"Kenway! Get off the table!" I shout over the overbearing music. Ezio sighs and shoves him from behind, causing him to fall. Connor and I catch him and with the help of Ezio, practically carry him out while people cheer his name.

"Well, that was enjoyable!" Malik says.

"Ladies, please go put decent clothes on and leave me alone," Ezio says, shooing girls away from him.

Desmond leads the way to his car and we throw Edward in, right between Connor and Ezio.

"People were so interested in my stories! That was incredible!" Connor says.

"I enjoyed speaking with Jim and Tom. Did you like that, Malik?" I ask. Malik nods and Leonardo and Ezio sigh.

"That art was horrible..." Leo says.

"Those girls were crazy!" Ezio says.

Desmond's POV

"Can we go again, Desmond?" Connor asks.

I sigh and resist the urge to smack my head against the wheel.

"Probably not."

Why did I think this was a good idea?

A/N: Thank you to hope_forever_18 for helping me with some of these ideas and telling me about some typos! Go follow her, she's awesome!