Assassin's creed Imagines

When You Get Vibe-Checked By The Bartender (Modern!Arno x Reader)

-google translate french-sorry :(

-also, warning of suicide and depression

Y/N's p.o.v

         It was a slow night at Bad Weather and me and Desmond were on our shift. The rain softly fell outside when I was cleaning glasses and putting them into the sink to be washed. "Y/N" my colleague caught my attention, looking at the door. I looked to see him walk in again, for the fourth time his week. He never gave us a name, but he always ordered the same thing which was several glasses of bourbon. His dark brown hair was in a bun and he wore a blue sweatshirt along with a pair of black pants. His brown boots squeaked against the floor as he made his way to a bar stool. 

The man sat down in front of me in silence. "Hello again stranger" he only nodded in acknowledgment of my presence. "Anything new happen to you?" I asked him, not surprised when there was no reply. Sighing in defeat, I started him off with two glasses of bourbon and went about my business. I swung open the doors, walking back into the small kitchen where Desmond was washing dishes. We also had a view of him from an opening in the wall out into the bar where we would serve out appetizers. "Y/N? Does he seem familiar to you?" Desmond whispered at me and I shook my head no. " I don't know why he's so familiar to me, I can't put my finger on it!" I looked at the man, brooding over his second bourbon glass. He looked like he hadn't shaved for days, yet he took care of his beard enough that it wouldn't grow crazy. 

His dark circles were noticeable which looked like he hadn't slept in days. His under-eyes looked red and puffy and my heart slightly sunk seeing that he had been crying. I tapped Desmond on the shoulder, whispering to him "looks like he's been crying, think he's depressed?". Desmond glanced at the customer then nodded in agreement. "Probably lost someone close to him, like a girlfriend?" Desmond whispered the last word a little too loud because the man's head perked up at the word. He broke down sobbing with his head in his hands. I lightly whacked Desmond in the shoulder then walked out of the kitchen. "There, there stranger. Life's hard I know, excuse my colleague, he's a bit blunt" trying to console him, pouring him another glass of bourbon. 

The man slammed it down, then silently sobbed into his hand with his empty glass in the other hand. It was awkward silence as his sobs softly filled the establishment. "O-kay, I'm just gonna take this" trying to pull the glass out of his tight grip. The man didn't give up so easily which slightly pissed me off. "Alright sir, you're gonna need to give me-" I was cut off when the glass shattered into a million little pieces. A few shards only grazed my knuckles but the stranger's hand got it worse. A large slash with many other little cuts littered his hand, blood gushing from the openings. "Desmond! Bandages!" calling out to him in the back and in a flash, he rushed out handing me what I needed. Grabbing a wash cloth, I wrapped his hand to add pressure to his wound to stop the bleeding. After a few minutes, the wash cloth was gently pulled off and I sighing with relief that the bleeding had stopped. With another cloth, I dabbed it in the hydrogen peroxide then told the stranger "this may hurt, ok?". Lightly pressing it on his small cuts, he winced in pain but I kept on going. 

As soon as I pressed down on his largest cut, he hissed under his breathe "merde!". This caught my attention because I knew some French as well. "Parlez-vous aussi francais?"(Do you speak french as well?) my question caught him by surprise then he replied "Oui, je suis ne en France"(Yes, I was born in France). "Je connais juste un peu, mais ca aide" (I only know a little, but it helps) he nodded slowly, not noticing that I had finished. "Alright, all done!" gathering the supplies, exiting to the back to put them away. After walking back out, he slipped back into his former silence like he was another person. 

With my hands on my hips, remarking "so I help you, but you treat me like a stranger". He only glanced at me, then back into space. "Do know what it's like to loose someone you love?" the man barely whispered and my eyes widened. "Hm, you have no idea stranger" feeling my own eyes starting to water, sitting down beside him. His gaze looked at me, wanting me to tell more and I did. I relayed to him the story of my first boyfriend then how he died through jumping off a bridge. I also learned the source of his sadness, his girlfriend who had died in an explosion. 

"And when the police came to my home, that's when I knew he was dead" finishing with a hitch in my breath. There was only one emotion in my voice which was sadness, promptly placing my hands in my lap. "How....how did you stop hurting?" a small sad smile covered my face, "I didn't". "But, you have to learn how to live with the hurt stranger. You said her name was Elise right?" stranger nodded in response, listening intently for my advice. "To me hurt never really goes away, it only lessens until it becomes small enough to forget for awhile or maybe forever. I don't know how long it's going to be until I stop hurting, but I've just got to wait" stating calmly, feeling tears slowly fall down my cheeks. "What do you do while you wait then?" he turned towards me and I finally noticed his deep eyes. "I fill it up with the good things of life, so much until I nearly drown in it" chuckling softly, wiping away my tears with both hands. 

"I know you can do it too stranger" assuring him, trying to seem strong but I knew he saw right through me. I soon broke down into tears, covering my tear-streaked face in one of my hands and my other clenched, sitting on the counter. I felt the stranger's hand lightly come over mine, trying to comfort me. His soft touch seemed to melt my stone cold fist and my hand slowly opened, grasping his hand in mine. I sobbed into his shoulder, both of us taking comfort in each other's sadness. The sound of the door opening pulled me out of my temporary misery, but I only saw Desmond's figure disappear out into the dark rainy night. 

"Well, looks like I've got to close up shop" sitting up from leaning against him but his hand felt to comforting to leave. We held on for a few more seconds, but left each other's grasp quickly leaving both of us blushing. 

He was still there when I turned off the last light switch, zipping up my (preferred color) hoodie with my tote on my shoulder. "Why are you still here stranger?" asking him curiously which he replied "only to walk you out to your car miss, it's only fair. I have a name too, it's Arno Dorian. You are"? I smiled at the fact he was opening up, "Y/N L/N, Mr.Dorian" introducing myself, then added on with "and I would be glad to take you up on your offer". Pulling his hood up with a grin, he offered me his arm and I gladly took it. The rain poured down on the two of us when I pointed at my (insert preferred car here) parked in the middle of the parking lot. 

Unlocking my car, I slipped away from his arm and climbed into my car. "You have a ride Arno?" looking up at the man above me and he nodded, "I'll take the bus Y/N, it's fine". "Ok, try not to die and remember what I said okay?" Arno shook his head yes to my plea. "When I get vibe-checked by a pretty bartender, I'll make sure to remember" teasing and which made me roll my eyes. I closed the door and giving him one final wave, I pulled out of the parking lot into the rainy night. 

-This is kinda short oof.