Ezio leaned against the side of the bar as he watched Desmond pour a few drinks for a customer, and then focus his attention on his roommate once more. "What do you mean you need my house key?" Desmond wiped down the bar, and glared. "Did you lose yours again?"

"No!" Ezio cried out, then hung his head. "I dropped them at Cristina's when I snuck out her window."

He heard an exasperated sigh come from him. "You of all people should know better than to mess with that girl. Her dad is going to find you one day, and cut your dick off. I almost got my head taken off when I picked her up on a date, for your date so her dad wouldn't know, and nearly had to give a blood sample. What the hell is he going to do to you when he finds out about your little love trysts when he's at work?"

It wasn't the first time someone had yelled at him for his relationship with Cristina, but he was never one to listen well. Her father was a prominent figure in the Boston area, and kept his daughter on a very short leash. That way her relationships couldn't tarnish his reputation. It hadn't stop them yet. "I know, but would you please let me use your key? I really want to go change."

Desmond shook his head. "If you want in the apartment so bad, climb. You seem to be really good at that." And he turned his back to him, walking back down the bar to serve another patron.

Looking around the bar, he took in all the people. The locals were out for the night, mostly college kids. He was about to leave when he heard someone call his name from near the door. Looking in that direction, he saw Kadar trying to flag him down. Waving the kid over, he saw there was a woman with him, and a pretty one at that.

"What are you doing here? I figured you would have still been hiding for the day from what you drank last night." The Italian grinned gesturing to nearby table that had become vacant.

Kadar rolled his eyes, and took a seat. His companion took the seat to the right of him. "I was hungry, and Mal hasn't gone to the store yet!" The younger man whined, causing the woman to laugh behind her hand. "Sorry, I'm being rude. Ezio, Alanna Dowd. Alanna, the playboy of the Boston area, Ezio Auditore. She just moved into the complex, and helped me change the tire on Mal's car. Just got some dinner and we're stopping in for a drink."

Ezio looked at her, and grinned. "Are you the one that told Altair off?" Her face turned crimson, and she pulled her hood up to cover it, informing him he was right. "You are, aren't you?"

A deep groan came from Alanna. "Does everyone know about that?"

He laughed at her discomfort. "It's worth noting when one of the fairer sex decides to tell him off. The man has not social grace, and is even worse with people."

Her eyes looked out at him from the depths of the hood, and he caught a glimpse of a smile. "I still feel bad about it."

Waving her off, he grinned at her. "Don't. We all had a good laugh about it." Turning towards the bar, he caught Desmond's attention. "Hey Des, come here a minute!"

His roommate rolled his eyes, but came over, three beers in his hand. "I got fifteen. What now?" He sank down in the chair across from Alanna.

"Des, this is Alanna. She's the one that told Altair off the other day!" Ezio lightly patted her arm, and watched as Desmond began to laugh.

One of the beers were slid in front of him, and also in front of Kadar. Desmond held up the last one to the female. "You drink?" She nodded. "On the house for what you did. You should receive a metal for what you did. Most of us, on many occasions, have wanted to do the same, but shit! That man can be scary on his own."

Alanna pushed her hood down, and blushed. "He doesn't seem that scary. I lived in California. There's a bunch of scary guys out there."

They sat around and talked for a while. Desmond would come back every once in a while when he wasn't busy. She was an interesting creature to say the least, but at about nine thirty, she looked at her watch. "Oh shit! I gotta get going! Promised a friend I would hook up with him tonight and play COD." The three of them looked at her like she had two heads. "Call of Duty? Jeeze, do you guys even play video games?"

Kadar nodded. "I do, but it's mainly Mortal Kombat, or Final Fantasy. I can't play first person shooters."

Desmond shrugged. "I really don't have the chance, but when I do, I like Skyrim."

Ezio was now intrigued by her. "You play games?"

Her brow arched. "Of course! A nice escape from the real world, and a great stress reliever." Her grin lit up her whole face. "But I'll see you guys later. Nice to meet you."

Kadar stood when she did. "You need a ride back?"

Alanna shook her head. "Naw, it's only a few blocks, and I need the exercise." She waved, walked out the door, and was gone.

Looking at the younger guy, Ezio gave him a shit eating grin. "You should so go after that one."

Crimson spread across the boy's face. "Oh no! I have no idea on how to approach her about that. Plus we just met! But she is nice."

"Nice?" He could not believe what he was hearing! Did his brother not teach him anything about the opposite sex? "That girl is hot, and you should so ask her out. You can be friends, and try to work your way out of that zone. You're a good kid, Kadar, but too shy! Ask her out!"

Desmond punched him the shoulder. "Would you leave him alone? If he wants to wait, then let him. Sheesh! You heard her. She's only been living here a week."

What the hell was up with all his friends and wanting to wait until love found them? He, on the other hand, was actively looking for that one woman in his life. There had been several before her, but it added to what he could give her, and a particular woman caught his eye. Her dark blonde hair shone in the overhead lighting.

Standing up, he smirked at his friends. "If you will excuse me, I see someone I must talk to." And with that, he walked over to where she was standing. "Excuse me?" He smiled at her as she turned around. "I could not help but notice how beautiful you looked from across the room. I knew I had to come and talk to you."

Her thin brow rose. "Please don't take this the wrong way. You're cute and all, but I don't pick up guys I just met at a bar." And with that, she walked away, leaving him standing there, mouth open, and he could hear the roars of laughter from Desmond and Kadar.

Stalking back over to the table, he sat down in a huff, and drained the rest of his beer. "Strike one!" Kadar grinned like an idiot.

Desmond took a drink from his bottle. His shift had ended a half hour before. "That has to be the fastest I have ever seen you be shot down. Do it again! I forgot to get it on camera."

"Shut up." He groused. What had happened? Normally he would have had her number within a few minutes, but she had plainly shot him down.

"Aw! Someone's sounding like Altair now." Kadar pouted, mockingly. "Are you going to become a hermit as well?"

Looking at the kid, his glare intensified. "Knock it off. It was one rejection. At least I can actually ask a girl out."

Holding up his hands, Kadar just merely grinned wider. "My bad. I thought you were good at this."

If he could, he would beat the kid's ass, but then he would not only have to deal with Malik, who could toss him around like a stick, he would have to deal with Altair was well, who could terrify him with a look. Both men together was more than what he was willing to deal with. Not that he couldn't hold his own but the two didn't play fair.

Before anyone could say a word, a fourth person joined them at the table. "Why am I not surprised to find you three here?" Rebecca Crane smirked as she grabbed Desmond's bottle with a "Hey!" from the bartender.

"It's the local hangout, and it's a Monday. There's nothing going on. Besides I work here." Desmond went to take his drink back, but Becca, like a champ, drained the half bottle before sitting it back down. She smiled broadly, and Desmond sneered. "Can't you buy your own?"

"I could," she shrugged, "but it's more fun to take yours."

Pushing his bottle to the middle of the table, and taking out his wallet, he produced a twenty. "Can you get us another round?" And held it out to Desmond, who snatched it from his hand.

Kadar stood at that point. "None for me. I have to get Malik's car back to him before he kicks my ass. I forgot to leave him a note telling him where I was."

Waving the younger boy off, Ezio waited for Desmond to come back with the drinks. The man did not disappoint. Once they were distributed, the Italian took a long draw from his bottle. "Hey, since there's nothing going on here, who wants to go find something to do?"

"No!" They both spoke in unison, causing him to frown. Spoil sports.