A word from Hack: Never invite all 3 Kenways to a party, it's a bad idea.

Slight Connor Aveline

The Kenways have been inviting to a gathering at a new tavern in Boston.
Connor hates gatherings.
Edward loves rum.
Haytham is 100% done.

On the 3rd Day of Xmas the Brotherhood gave to me…

3 Kenways Bickering

"For the last time Connor, quit fidgeting!" said an annoyed Haytham.

Connor refused to listen to his father, they were currently riding one horse together since his own ran off, the other steed beside them was occupied by his grandfather, Edward.

"I didn't want to come with you in the first place! These clothes are irritating." Connor replied stiffly. Apparently all 3 of the Kenways had been invited to some kind of gathering called a 'party' in town. Most of the people he knew from the Homestead were going as well.

"Aye! At least you're not the one who's going to look for the wine because that landlubber will hide it!" Edward grumbled as he steered his black mare around civilians, the town was lively tonight. Haytham's horse tossed its head and snorted, clopping along the cobblestone street to the new Blue Moon tavern.

Snow was beginning to fall.

"Father! Charles is a sensible man for withholding the alcohol! We all know how you behave when you're plastered. Thank heavens Connor is a lightweight, he doesn't have to deal with that nonsense!" the Templar pinched the bridge of his nose, then exhaled heavily; the last thing anybody needed was his father getting drunk to the point of inability to recall his own name.

"Sensible or not the lad has a point. We can both hate him right Connor?" Haytham glowered at the grinning pirate.

"You're taking his side just because you have the insufferable goal of getting drunk?" Edward's son asked in exasperation.

"Lee is there? I won't go to this gathering with him there!" Connor crossed his arms, staying on the horse whilst Haytham dismounted. The Assassin hated Charles' guts. It was too late to turn back since they'd already arrived.

Edward had already tied his horse and went inside the tavern. Connor glared at Haytham, the British man merely gave him a dull look.

"Connor, dismount."

"No." Haytham's son refused.

"Now, we're already here don't make it hard on yourself."

"No."

"Connor—"

"No, Father."

Connor scowled from under his hood, hoping that the look alone would make Haytham leave him be.

"Con—"

"No."

"Just—"

"No."

Haytham's eye twitched at the short rejections.

Edward came back out to see why his son and grandson hadn't come in. The assassin pirate chuckled at the sight of the two men arguing. He knew exactly what it would take for Connor to come in, since the assassin didn't like crowded places and wasn't much of a people person despite what the residents of the Homestead said.

"Aveline De Grand'pre is inside, she's wondering where you are."

Connor looked at Edward, then uncrossed his arms and slid off his father's steed. He didn't like being in the area as Lee but the thought of Aveline alone and in the same place as that dreadful Templar was even worse.

Wordlessly he went in to find her. Edward smirked at Haytham who frowned. Both men entered Blue Moon tavern.

In the end Edward was absolutely smashed, Aveline kissed a flustered Connor under mistletoe, and Haytham gained a headache from watching the chaos unfold as Charles made a rather rude comment. To which Connor decided to go after Lee with malicious intent.

"Grandmaster Kenway, help me!"

Haytham sighed, walking out of the tavern to find his son and drag him away from killing his subordinate.

The Templar decided, Aveline De Grand'pre or not, they shouldn't have come to this party.

I love writing verbal fights between Con and Hayth. They're glorious!

Owari~