InsaneJournal

Who: Zevran and Ezio.
What: Two assassins walk into a bar.
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Where: A pub in London, near Ezio's flat.
Warnings: Swearing, possible lewd conversation, but nothing past that.



Zevran may have been new to Earth, but he already looked like he fit in. He strolled up to Ezio's flat, clat in leather pants, a black silk button-down shirt that was half-buttoned, and buttery soft leather boots that made little to no sound as he walked. Ezio was expecting him; they were going to have a pint and discuss the new world. Well, new for Zevran, but by far updated for Ezio.

He pressed the buzzer to be let inside, navigating the stairs with ease. He knocked twice.