this guy wants to get you DRUNK

[wassa_matta_you]

It'd been nine years since he had walked into the bar and passed his interview with a simple smile. His "winning smile", he called it. A touch of charm from ear to ear.

It glistened up at Desmond from his reflection in a shot glass well kept, one last push of cloth wiping a tear gliding down from the rim. It was the last one he had to dry off and set in uniform with the rest upon a shelf behind him. Between the boards carrying mugs and cocktail glasses, Desmond saw himself more clearly. Same ol' Des with a scar on his lip and dark hair creeping toward his ears. He needed a haircut soon. Maybe a shave. Yeesh.

How did he let himself go that long?

... The smell in the air was different. It was cleaner, wasn't it? And this place... quieter. What time was it, anyway?

As Desmond began to look toward the clock, it was then he noticed it wasn't in the same place. He looked from his left to his right. Huh. Had they moved it? 7:06 PM. Early, wasn't it? It felt as if he had been here forever. Cleaning that glass for hours. Staring into it for ages...

Wow, Desmond, quit spacing out. Though the absence of... of something was really getting to him.

He looked up at foot steps, immediately wearing a face of welcome. Could he get you a drink?

[['sup! This post will double as my intro post if I end up apping this dork in... which is getting more likely ancestors...

Oh. And this will likely have AC3 spoilers in it for Desmond so heads up.]]