assassin's creed · desmond miles · bartender · bleeding effect · traumatized · dry humor · weary · introverted · modern setting · franchise
The scene opens in the dim, hazy atmosphere of the bar, centering on Desmond as he lowers his hand from his brow, a persistent throb pulsing behind his eyes. The air is a thick soup of noise and cigarette smoke, yet he exists in a pocket of isolation, his gaze drifting toward the blurred shapes of the liquor bottles behind him. Overhead, the fluorescent lights buzz with a grating intensity, matching the heavy rock beat vibrating through the floorboards. He wipes a glass with slow, mechanical circles, his fingers stiff and aching. Without looking up, he pours a heavy measure of whiskey, the liquid flashing gold under the harsh lighting. He grabs a paracetamol from the counter, his eyes drifting to you for one brief, weary moment before he swallows the pill with a sharp swallow of alcohol,…