After getting slightly lost Desmond arrived at the house he'd been looking for. He didn't have a lot of friends on base. Well… none actually, until Connor at least. He didn't consider Aveline his 'friend' exactly since she only hung around them occasionally and to make sure her brother wasn't being a recluse. She hung out with Altair and Ezio's crowd and according to Connor Ezio was trying to get into his sister's pants. Up till that point he'd never seen Connor mad. He didn't like the idea of his sister dating some creep (lets be honest here) like Ezio. Aveline ignored Ezio though, uninterested. Which really; good for her since Ezio had fucked probably every girl in the senior class.

Desmond knocked on the front door and waited. It was answered not by either of the siblings, but by an older man, their father he guessed. He looked like Connor, it was amazing. Or rather Connor looked like him Desmond supposed, except he was white and Connor was Native American, from his mom apparently. The man looked him up and down, "Yes?" he asked when Desmond wasn't forthcoming with information.

"Oh— Hi Mr. Kenway. I'm Desmond Miles, a friend of your son's," Desmond said pleasantly. "Is Connor here?" Connor didn't have a cell phone and the land line had been busy the two times Desmond had called.

"Yes," Mr. Kenway said and opened the door for him, "Come in. Are you Bill's kid?" he asked curiously, eyeing Desmond.

"Yeah," Desmond nodded and stepped into the house. There were still some boxes lying around, the family too lazy or tired to unpack them all. Desmond knew how that was, he still had a box in his closet he'd never fully unpacked and just slowly took things out of it as he needed them.

"Connor," Mr. Kenway called, "One of your friends is here," and he closed the door.

A moment later Connor came out of his room and was surprised when he saw Desmond, "Des? What are you doing here?"

"I tried to call, your phone was busy. So I just asked my dad if he knew the Kenways and where they lived. Wasn't that hard to find," Desmond grinned.

"Oh, my mom's on the phone with my grandma," Connor said, "they talk a lot," he made a face. "What's up?"

"You wanna come over for club?" Desmond asked.

"Club?" Connor asked then it clicked, "You mean that thing you and the others were talking about?"

"Yeah," Desmond nodded.

"Sure… I mean," Connor looked at his dad, who was standing nearby but not over them while they talked, "Can I?"

"What is it?" Mr. Kenway asked.

"My friends come over and we play Dungeons and Dragons," Desmond said with a straight face. He saw Mr. Kenway's lips twitch in amusement.

"I think that'd be fine. You need to be back before your curfew though Connor."

"I will be," Connor promised as the back door opened. Aveline came in, she was wearing a bikini now and looked like she'd just been out getting some sun the backyard.

"Hey Desmond," she waved.

"Hey Ava," Desmond called back, she came over to them, taking off her sunglasses.

"What're you doing here?"

"Inviting Connor over in person cause the phone is tied up," Desmond said.

Aveline looked at Connor, "He wants me to come over and play D&D-

"No way!" Aveline cried, "Can I come? Please?" she asked Desmond. "Some of my friends back in Washington played but I could never go cause 'I was a girl'," and she made a disgusted face at that.

"Sure," Desmond said.

"Give me like five minutes to get dressed," and she vanished down the hall and into her room.

"How long does this usually last?" Mr. Kenway asked.

"We usually end it at ten. Shaun has a long drive home and he has to be home by eleven on school nights."

"Are your parents home?" he asked.

"No," but then Desmond got what Mr. Kenway was getting at, "Two of my other friends are girls though, and they're both dating the two guys that come over, and I don't even like girls. We won't be weird with Aveline," he promised. He'd never actually run into an overprotective dad for a girl before. It was intimidating. It was intimidating and he wasn't even interested in girls.

"Daaad," Connor groaned, embarrassed, "They're nice," he made a face at Mr. Kenway.

"I'm allowed to be concerned about my children," Mr. Kenway told Connor, who just rolled his eyes.

"Now what are you doing, Haytham?" behind Mr. Kenway a woman appeared, holding a cordless phone. Connor looked like her too, Aveline had some of her features as well. Clearly she was their mom.

"I'm not doing anything, dear," Mr. Kenway said, "Why must always be doing something?"

"Because you always are," she said fondly and patted his cheek. "Who are you?"

"Mom, this is my friend, Desmond," Connor said, "Des, this is my mom-" and her name had too many vowels and consonants together for Desmond to make heads or tails of.

"Ziio is fine," she shook Desmond's hand.

"Oh good," Desmond said, "I can't even say Connor's real name right, and he's been trying to teach me."

Ziio laughed a little, "Try it now," Desmond did, "You're close," and she gave her son a smile. "And you," she looked at Mr. Kenway, "Come with me," and she grabbed him by the tie and pulled him away.

"Your mom's cool," Desmond said.

"Yeah she is," Connor agreed.

Aveline came out of her room then. She was 'dressed down', with a minimum number of cute accessories, her hair pulled back into a simple pony tail. "Okay, ready to go," she said with a smile.

"Alright, I don't know if you wanna drive to my place or not? It isn't that far."

"We'll walk," Aveline said, "Where's dad?" she looked around in some confusion.

"Mom dragged him away," Connor made a face as Desmond opened the door.

"Oh you met mom too?" Aveline asked, following them outside into the warm Florida winter.

"Yeah. She's nice. Is it like a requirement of military dads to be hard asses?" Desmond asked, Connor closing the door and catching up with them as they walked to Desmond's plce.

"I think so," Aveline said with a sly grin. "At the least having a scary military dad keeps the boys away."

Desmond groaned, "I know that feeling," Alex had been terrified of Bill, even though Bill didn't know they were going out. "So your friend played D&D?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "But it was a 'boys thing' and 'no girls allowed'. Which is so stupid," she grumbled.

"Well Lucy and Rebecca both play, so you won't be the only girl," Desmond told her helpfully.

"Great. Though I have no idea how to play-

"Me neither," Connor piped up at that.

"Don't worry about it. We'll teach you. As it is both me and Shaun are working on campaigns still. Today was just going to be a fun one-off day. So we'll be able to show you," Desmond promised and they got to his house. Clay's car was already there, parked next to his motorcycle.

When Desmond opened the door he found Clay and Lucy coming out of his room with the stuff. "Hey!" Clay called as he and Lucy dropped off the books and the white board. "You got him to come," he grinned at Connor.

"Ava too," Desmond said as they came in. "You hear from Shaun and Rebecca?"

"They're coming. They made a pit stop at Rebecca's for… something. I don't know Shaun was vague about the whole thing about why."

"… Ew," Desmond said and led Connor and Aveline to the table.

"Why did you have to say that!" Clay cried and pressed his hands over his eyes as Aveline sat, "I was pretending that wasn't what they were doing!"

"Doing?" Connor asked, now sitting, while Lucy giggled.

"They probably stopped at Rebecca's to fuck before coming to club," Desmond said and Clay made a pained noise like he was dying and promptly collapsed on the floor dramatically. Desmond went over to Clay and prodded him with his foot, "Ey, get up you big baby." Clay didn't respond. He looked over at Lucy, "You have the most over dramatic boyfriend in the world, I hope you know that," he told her.

"You should see him in bed-

"Lucy, no!" Clay sat bolt upright and gave her the most pathetic look in existence.

"He sort of looks like that," and she patted his head, Desmond laughed.

"Lucy," Clay whined.

"You're so dumb Clay," Desmond said and went back into his room to get the last things they needed for club.

When he came back out Clay was in a chair now and he and Lucy were explaining D&D to them. "So while we wait for Shaun and Bec to get here we can make your characters," Lucy was saying. "It could take a while too."

"Okay," Aveline said. "How do you make a character?" and Clay and Lucy looked at Desmond.

Desmond sighed, "Why are me and Shaun the only ones capable of filling out a character sheet properly?" he asked.

"Because," Clay said.

"Whatever," Desmond sat and grabbed the Player's Handbook, and Clay pulled out two blank character sheets from the folder. "Okay so the first thing you're gonna wanna do is pick a race," and he put the big book down between Aveline and Connor, opened to the picture of the races. "Then we'll do class and your weapons and gear and stuff."

"How long do you think Shaun and Rebecca will be?" Connor asked, though sounded sort of like he didn't want to know.

"If it was up to Shaun? Five minutes," Clay made a gagging noise when Desmond said that, "If it's up to Rebecca… it could be a while," more gagging. Desmond threw a figurine at him to shut him up. Only when he successfully pinged Clay in the head did the blonde stop making gross noises and they helped Aveline and Connor with their characters.