NO REST FOR THE WICKED

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c o n v e r s a t i o n s

Anita - None

Aurelie - [In Drafts]

Charlotte - [Replied]

Eric - [In Drafts]

Flynn - [Replied]

Gaston - None

Genevieve - None

Luz - None

Megara - None

Nico - [Replied]

Rapunzel - [Replied]

Roger - [Replied]

o p e n   s t a r t e r s

None

c l o s e d   s t a r t e r s

None

a s k b o x   m e m e s   ( 3 / 2 1 )

Anita - Sent

Aurelie - Sent

Charlotte - Sent

Eric - Sent

Flynn - Sent

Gaston - Sent + Received

Genevieve - Sent + Received

Luz - Sent + Received

Megara - Sent

Nico - Sent

Rapunzel - Sent

Roger - Sent

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☆ (family member) ☆(best dream) ☎

☆ - Family Member Headcanon:

Despite how much Demi and Hades get under each others’ skin, he actually gets along great with Demi’s wife Sadie. Her cynical sarcasm goes well with his sense of humor. And the (very few) times that they’ve stopped by in Mythos, Sadie seems to enjoy herself around Hades more than his actual sister does.

☆ - Best Dream:

Hades will probably say it was a dream about him having superpowers like flames or being able to see through peoples’ clothes. But the best dream he ever had was one where his family was on their knees, begging for his forgiveness for everything they ever did to him. It was especially satisfying seeing his younger brother Zane and his father looking up to him with fear in their eyes, for once.

☎ - Sleep Disorder:

Not really. He maybe snores, but that’s about it. Hades is pretty much a regular-sleep kind of guy. There are times when he’s stressed and finds it hard to go to sleep, but that’s usually a rarity.

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✱ ϟ Ω

✱ - Friend Headcanon:

Hades considers Nico to be more of a brother than a friend. Since his relationship with his own brothers (and sisters) is strained, having someone around like Nico has given Hades the chance to feel like the older sibling he never got to be. It’s one of the reasons why he gave Nico a job at his club; letting his “little brother” go without money or work just didn’t feel right to Hades.

ϟ - Light or Heavy Sleeper:

He is a heavy sleeper when sober, and a very heavy sleeper after drinking. Once he hits the bed and passes out, it’s pretty hard to wake him up again. Hades has to set several alarms in order to wake up, otherwise he’d constantly be late for everything. Meg also helps to wake him up by cooking breakfast. The smell of food seems to snap him right out of his sleep.

Ω - Sleepwalker:

Not that he’s aware of. He does sometimes “wake up” to grab a little snack, but doesn’t seem to acknowledge much around him and usually answers in grunts and mumbled words. He’s still conscious, just very out-of-it.

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❉±☂

❉ - Neighbor Headcanon:

Hades is a terrible neighbor, but most people don’t seem to bring up the issue with him. He has a feeling that the neighbors on either side of him and below have heard him shouting, swearing, and stomping around for long enough that they don’t want to start any trouble with him.

± - Number of Pillows:

One, if that. Sometimes he loses his pillow in the middle of the night and just lies there with his head on the bed or uses Meg or Styx as a pillow (whoever happens to be there at the time).

☂ - Wet Dreams:

Yes, without a doubt. Probably many. Hades has a pretty vivid imagination when he’s awake, so no doubt it’s even more so when he’s asleep. 

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nicolaskos:

“I like them better when I’m not trying to eat,” Nico snorted, wrinkling his nose over his sandwich. “You’re gonna poke someone’s eye out if you’re not careful, and knowing my luck, it’ll be mine.” He followed Hades’s gaze down at his dog, who was happily panting and waiting for more food. Nico reached down and patted Dummy on the head. “Steroids? We both know that’s cheating. Dummy is strictly on a diet of smaller dogs, no supplements necessary.” His grin returned as he laughed at his own joke and slumped in his seat.

“You’re a little late for that, hermano, ‘cuz I already look better than you!” Nico laughed and gestured loosely to himself then to his friend for emphasis. He shrugged guiltlessly in response to Hades’s questions, palms upturned. “Is it a crime now to enjoy nice weather and the sight of a nice pair of yoga pants, pendejo?”

“So fucking rude,” Hades scoffed as gave his friend a look. “When I’m on the cover of Men’s Fitness, looking ripped as fuck, you’re gonna be real sorry for making fun of me.” He smiled, however, at the large dog. He had a soft spot for big dogs that looked terrifying but were actually total pushovers. His own dog was a three-legged terror on the outside, but such a softy. “I see. Well, if he gets any bigger, you might have to cut back on his diet. People’ll start getting suspicious as to why all their little yappy rats are disappearing.”

Hades gave a sarcastic laugh, looking at Nico in surprise. “Oh, really? You think you’re such hot shit because of those big brown eyes and that dreamy smile and hair combo? I got news for you, bro.” He gestured to himself with a sweeping move. “People really love the whole vibe that I give off. ‘Has he been wearing the same shirt for a week?’ Yeah, bitch, it’s called ‘being effortlessly handsome’.” He sat back in his chair, grabbing his water bottle for something to wash down his food with. “All of this is just...natural. Not like you with your fancy hair-gel and...lotions...or whatever.”

Nico’s shamelessness often got the same response from Hades, who chuckled at the other man’s reply. “Not that I’m aware of. I mean, Meg would probably take my eyeballs as trophies if she caught me checkin’ out the yoga babes. But luckily for you, she let’s you get away with whatever you want. That, or she doesn’t really care. Probably the latter.” Hades shrugged. “Either way, I’d be careful trying to bang one of them. They’d probably make you, like, granola and gluten-free bullshit for breakfast the next morning. Not worth it, man.”

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raskal-eric:

Eric let out a dry chuckle as he recognized the man. Embarrassed? No. Feeling more self-conscious? Yes. He leaned back in the metal chair, folding his arms. “Do you get in that mood often?” he wondered with a small smile. “And a shirt is just a shirt. That’s true. But what happens when you spill food onto your chest and you don’t have an already dirty shirt to protect yourself?” he raised an eyebrow, in more of  joking manor than a serious one.

“Yeah, fresh air, sunshine, all those nice things,” he nodded looking around, “But nothing beats the smell of alcohol and cigarettes in a dark room. To hell with fresh air when you can sit in a room and let all of your life slowly waste into a cycled void of alcoholism and humorless laughter.”

“What about you? How’s the day been treating you?” Eric gave a crooked smile as he leaned forward, putting his arms on the table.

“Occasionally. I mean, who doesn’t love scarring people for life every now and then? I’m pretty sure my assistants at the club know that all too well.” Pierce and Parker had probably seen and dealt with far more of Hades than they ever wanted to. But hey, that’s what they get for being such loyal little shits. Hades snorted. “Well if that happens, I just—” he swiped his finger along his chest as if he was scooping up an invisible glob of egg salad. “No mess. No hassle. Less laundry for me to deal with. I mean, hey, it’s not like I’m eating it off the floor.” Which is something he had done at least once in his life. It was his own floor, though, so Hades didn’t care too much.

Hades grinned crookedly at the man. Cynical. He liked that. “Don’t forget senseless gambling. I mean, I am located right next door to one of the only casinos in town. You get your booze, your babes, your cigs, and then teeter on over to the casino to lose the rest of your money. That’s my kind of life, man,” Hades scoffed as he took a bite of his food. “Sounds like you might need a vacation though, bub. Maybe get some of that fresh air ‘n shit out in the wilderness. My boy Nico loves going out camping...helps clear the mind.”

Shrugging listlessly, though mostly out of fatigue from his run than anything, Hades reached for his water. “It’s been alright. Kinda hot for a run, but I figure it helps rid the body of toxins or whatever to sweat a little.” And lord knows he had plenty of toxins to lose after last night’s bender. “Plus not having to work until tonight is a bonus. Gives me more time to get shit done, y’know what I mean?”

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ahorribledecisionreally:

“Ah, the dreaded iPhone zombies. I see ‘em around town all the time.” Flynn was probably the worst person who could possibly own a phone. He never answered it, and barely ever responded to messages. He wasn’t technophobic or anything, just rubbish at replying to anything within the appropriate time. 

Flynn flashed a grin. “Uh huh? I hear you’ve got a few good bottles behind that bar of yours.” And he had sampled a few before, perhaps more than he could handle but who really cared? The cigarette span in mid-air before falling to the ground, stomped out by the other man’s shoe, and Flynn glanced back up the moment it had gone out. “Pleasure to meet you Hades. Looks like I walked into just the right guy, eh?” He grinned, more than happy to accept VIP treatment for the night, especially if it was handed to him so freely. He knew that the proviso was for him to spend money, and he would, some of it anyway. He’d earned himself a few celebratory drinks after all.

“Oh yeah? Gotta say I’ve never been lucky enough to catch the show in here.” He followed Hades inside, patting his pocket once more just to make sure everything was as it should be. 

“Yep, those are the ones. Though, admittedly, it is kinda funny when they trip on shit or run into poles and whatnot.” Hades had a very bad case of schadenfreude; there was nothing funnier than watching people run into and/or fall into things. It was like a real life version of Funniest Home Videos. It’s why he loved tormenting Parker and Pierce so much. 

Hades chuckled. “You heard right. We just stocked up yesterday too, so there’s plenty to choose from.” He sucked on his teeth before giving Flynn a half-hearted shrug. “I mean, you could say that. A lot more fortunate than running into Nico, but that’s probably because he’s a bouncer so most people wouldn’t want to run into him in a dark alley. Me? I just want people to have a good time.” And spend money, obviously. But the more laid-back and approachable he was, the better chance he had at lightening someone’s pockets. Which wasn’t an easy feat, given how quickly he could go from 0 to 100 with his temper.

“Ah, then you’re in for a real treat. Meg’s got great pipes. Plus, she’is not to hard on the eyes either.” While he was a jealous man, Hades knew well enough that the show Meg put on for customers was just that. And he knew well enough that using her to draw people in was far more beneficial to him in the long-run. “I’m surprised you’ve never seen one of the shows. That’s usually one of the main draws for people to come in. I mean, that and drinking. And a good time,” he murmured, listing off things as he pulled open the door. He had to raise his voice a bit to be heard over the music as he glanced back at Flynn. “Speakin’ of...you, uh, lookin’ for anything particular tonight aside from drinks, Flynn?”

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Snack Break

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aurelie-godfrey:

Aurelie frowned at his comment, still not looking back to him. His easy-going words made her eye twitch slightly from irritation, but she was still a little too flustered to look back. “There are some people who are uncomfortable with that you know, even if you think it’s fine.” She pressed her lips together, risking a chance to look behind before she looked away again seeing that he still hadn’t put on a shirt.

“And you just came back from a jog, surely a 3 meter walk isn’t too hard,” she rolled her eyes, reaching behind her to try and grab her milkshake. Her hand accidentally landed near her leftover cake, and she groaned at the soft, slightly sticky feeling she felt and thinking that maybe he was right, the napkins were a little too far away.

Not that she’d admit it though.

The young lady didn’t look at him, and Hades had a feeling she wasn’t going to the longer he sat there without a shirt on. “Like who, you?” Hades gave his usual shit-eating grin and chewed as he stared at the side of her head. “C’mon. The human body is beautiful. Hell, it’s a wonderland, according to John Mayer. Frankly, I find your discomfort discomforting. You should come by my club. You’d get real used to the human body around there.” Maybe all those years of working at Underworld had desensitized him to a point where the human form was just...sort of there. Besides, his body wasn’t half-bad for a guy his age...so showing it off wasn’t really an issue either.

“Well it is when you’re tired. I mean, if you want to grab me some napkins, that’d be super. Otherwise, I’m quite content with getting my tan on and enjoying my food.” He was waiting for her response when he saw her fumble with her shake, only to dip her hand into the cake sitting beside it. Another cheeky smile curled the corners of his lips as he sat back. “Looks like you could use a napkin, kid.”

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rogersradcliffe:

Roger was impressed; the man certainly knew his food. Roger usually did Chinese take-out or microwavable meals so his food repertoire was certainly lacking. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an egg salad sandwich, let alone a sandwich from here. I’ll have to try one some time in the future.”

At the mention of Pongo, Roger’s face broke out into a grin. “Thanks! He’s the best, aren’t you Pongo-boy?” Roger asked, reaching down to scratch Pongo behind the ears. The spotted dog rose to a sitting position and eyed Hades’ sandwich, his tail wagging slightly in anticipation. “No begging,” Roger chastised before looking up at the shirtless man. “What kind of dog do you have? I tend to remember dogs more so than the people they’re with,” Roger chuckled.

“You definitely should. You would not regret it. But if you do happen to regret it,” Hades continued, smirking lopsidedly at the man, “you didn’t get this recommendation from me.” While Hades wasn’t much of a “foodie” himself, he still loved a good meal. He liked what he liked, and it was just that simple. 

Hades smiled wider; nothing better than the love between a man and his dog. It was clear the guy loved this Pongo of his, and Hades could appreciate that. Seeing the pup sit up at the attention and eyeball his sandwich, the man chuckled. The dog had good taste. Hades broke off a bit of his sandwich and held it up, nodding his chin at the other man. “It’s alright. He’s being a good boy. I don’t mind sharing a little with him if you don’t, boss.” He waited for Roger’s reply, just in case the man didn’t want some strange shirtless person feeding his dog scraps. “And you’d know my dog if you saw him. He’s a black German Shepherd with three legs. Big, dumb sweetheart. Haven’t been to the park lately because he’s got, like, puppies and responsibility and shit to deal with now. Tryin’ to make sure he’s being a good dad ‘n all. But I do my best to take him out when I can.”

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rapunzelstieber:

Rapunzel giggled at the man. “It is pretty busy today, and I don’t think the cafe has a no shirt, no service policy.” she looked around at the myriad of people around the park, she couldn’t blame them it was a beautiful day. Rapunzel cringed at the picture of a mesh crop-top, not because it would be on the man, but because it was such a ugly article of clothing… if you could call that little amount of fabric clothing. “I’m not sure everyone would win in that scenario… It’s better to be shirtless than in that!” she teased watching the man finish his sandwich, she noticed her stomach growling. She hadn’t eaten anything but a banana early that morning. “Is that egg salad good by any chance?” Rapunzel looked at the mess of the sandwich, it looked delicious and her mouth felt like it had began to water. She tended to get dramatic when she was hungry. She dug in her purse for her wallet, waiting for the man’s reply. 

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“I don’t think they’d be able to enforce it even if they did. I mean,” he gestured to the wide, open greenery around them, “it’s kinda hard to when you got your joggers runnin’ around willin’ to put down money for a good sandwich and you’re in the middle of the park. They gotta take what they can get, y’know?” 

Hades laughed when he saw her response was a cringe at the thought. “You don’t dig the mesh crop-top look? You’re missin’ out. They’re great at keeping you cool. Very breezy. And aerodynamic. Less wind resistance,” he continued, teasing right back. When she looked down at the nearly-consumed sandwich, Hades followed her gaze down as well. “Hm? Oh, yeah. These are the shit. Best egg salad sandwiches in town. You should definitely try them, if you get the chance.” 

Hades took another bite as he watched her rummaging in her purse. “And believe me when I say I know what I’m talking about. Food is like...the best thing ever. I know my food.”

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Raining On The Parade

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princesslottiebelle:

Phew. They were alright!  Nothing had ever made the southern belle so uncomfortable as the thought that she could have possibly hurt someone. Unintentionally or otherwise.  “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I thought I had a good grip on it, but it’s difficult to hold on and search for keys at the same time, as it turns out.”  Lottie couldn’t really tell who it was that she was speaking to, since they were bundled up. “If you’d like, you’re welcome to step into my office for a minute, if you want to get out of this weather. Jac usually has a mean batch of cider with all the fixings waiting on cold days like this.”

Shouldering his coat up a bit higher around his neck as the cold wind threatened to seep through, Hades was about to go on his merry way when he heard the woman mention “cider with all the fixings.” And nothing made Hades do an about-face faster than the promise of something to eat or drink. “Cider, huh? Damn, that sounds pretty good right about now.” He pretended to mull it over, only to fold his arms over his chest once he ‘decided’ on his answer. “Yeah, alright, I think I’d like some cider. Not like I got much to do on a day like today, anyway.” Glancing around, he lifted his head a bit more to get a better look at the young woman. “So where’s this office of yours, Blondie?”

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Raining On The Parade

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princesslottiebelle:

Lottie clung tightly to her umbrella. While there were times that Lottie didn’t mind this type of weather, right now she wasn’t much enjoying it.  If the weather kept up like this it was sure to put a damper in her business. Who would want to throw a party in the rain? Lottie could see the big silver door with the frosted pink glass, her office wasn’t too far away. Her tiny hand started shuffling in her purse for her keys. That was when a huge gust of wind came and knocked the umbrella out of Lottie’s hand. “Cheese and crackers!” She exclaimed turning around to watch her umbrella fly through the air.  Eventually it stopped when it hit–something. She couldn’t quite tell what.  “I’m so sorry!! Oh goodness, I really hope you didn’t get hurt.”  There was a possibility that she could be talking to no one at all but in case there was someone there, she had to apologize.

The wind and rain was knocking the town around quite a bit, and Hades had to dodge his share of flying debris that morning as he made his way out of the penthouse to get to the diner for “breakfast.” Not his best idea to go out in this kind of weather, but he was craving some hot Belgian waffles and the Three Bees was the only place in town that could deliver the goods. He probably should have been paying more attention, but with his hood over his head and his jacket pulled up around his neck, it was hard to see much of anything. But he definitely felt something hit him, and it startled Hades enough to nearly lose his balance. Luckily, he was able to steady himself with a light-post and stared down at the offending umbrella just as he heard a little squeak of a voice before shoes clip-clopped over to him. 

“Hurt? Nah. Startled? A little. Not every day you get assaulted by an umbrella,” he chuckled, bending down to grab the umbrella before it took off again. “Might wanna hold onto this thing a little harder,” he said with a wry smile, extending the umbrella towards her.

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raskal-eric:

Eric wanted to get out more. Go places, see new people. Instead, he saw a full grown man eating a sandwich like a toddler. He couldn’t blame him; the cafe had pretty good food. But, that wasn’t necessarily on Eric’s list of things to see today. 

And just his luck, the man noticed him looking. As if realizing the situation for the first time, he stripped off the tank top. Eric internally rolled his eyes at the man’s comment on it.

“True, but you can still spill food onto your pants,” Eric commented back. “But please, for the love of God don’t take those off too; there are children around.”

Hades chuckled, recognizing the guy from the bar the other night. He seemed much more reserved when sober, but maybe that was just how Hades remembered things. Still, his comment drew another laugh from the older man and he kicked his feet up on the chair opposite of him. “Trust me, I’m not in a mood to scar people for life. But a shirt is just a shirt. And mine is covered in egg salad...so I might as well ditch it otherwise it’s gonna reek to high heaven.” Nodding his chin at the man, Hades smiled. “Enjoying the fresh air and sunshine this time around?” Two things Underworld lacked.

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raskal-eric:

The man seemed to know several things that Eric didn’t–Well, of course he did, but about the situation. The bartender also seemed amused. 

“Well, if that’s how you live a little, then by your standards I live a lot,” Eric chuckled, “But I usually don’t buy drinks for strangers, so this is an abnormal thing for both of us.”

Eric looked at the bartender and held up the bottle he already had, “Um, another of these, please.” He knew it was some lame ass excuse for a drink, but it was cheap and he’d still be able to walk home after a few of them. 

“So, why do I get the feeling that you didn’t really need anyone to buy you a drink?” Eric asked, probably a little too directly.

“Hey, nothin’ wrong with some free drinks between pals, right?” Hades smiled at the younger man as Bandit made his drink, chuckling. “Because any guy that buys me a drink is automatically a pal o’ mine.” 

The young man ordered his drink and Hades snorted again, popping more peanuts into his mouth. He wondered if this guy came around often to the club; if so, Hades might as well get to know a regular. “Mm, that would be because I own the joint, kid. I sort of get free drink privileges. So, don’t worry,” he added with a wry smile. Bandit knows not to charge you for the pisco. You just worry about enjoying your drink and having a good time. You are having a good time here at Underworld, right?” Hades asked, arching his brow at the other man. “Because I like to know if my employees are treating you right.”

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tasteslikenutmeg:

Giving a wry grin, Meg rolled her eyes. “Oh please. Why would I waste my energy? I’m not worried about him. You’re always home in time for dinner and a little taste of Nutmeg.” And even though they were teasing, Meg did worry that sometimes he’d get too wrapped up into brotime to remember that she even existed, but he never let her down. Especially not when she made promises of food or threw a couple suggestive words his way. And now they had tattoos. Just a little subtle reminder that he’d never leave her high and dry.  The little rumble he gave made her smile widen. “I fucking love you, you know that?” 

It didn’t surprise her that he seemed to get into this just as quickly as she had. They always were in a constant honeymoon like phase. “Hey, your game your call.” Meg murmured. “I’ve never really been able to say no to too much when it comes to you. All I ask is that you not fold before I get a little cut of the action.” She pressed to a stand and held her hand out for him to take. “Besides, it’ll be a nice change to play a game in the place where it all started.” 

“Mm, see? You have nothing to worry about, then.” Hades knew Meg wasn’t particularly fond of when he got into his bro-time mode. But really, there wasn’t anything to worry about. It wasn’t like he was going to run off with Nico into the sunset. When she murmured those three (well, four) little words, Hades’ grin matched hers and he chuckled softly. “I know,” he replied in his most Han Solo-esque tone. But after a few heartbeats of silence, he finally caved and gave her a lopsided smirk. “I fuckin’ love you too, Nutmeg. Just don’t let it go to your head.”

They really were in a constant honeymoon phase. At least Meg didn’t mind and, if anything, encouraged his behavior occasionally. “God I love it when you use gambling metaphors,” he purred, watching her stand from her seated position on his lap and accepted the hand she offered him. He used the table to push himself to his feet, though, since using Meg would mean probably pulling her down again on accident. “Oh yeah. I mean, it’s not like we don’t already play games in there. But it does add to the many memories we’ve already made at the club. Good memories, at least,” he added, giving her a little nudge with his elbow before wrapping an arm around her waist to drag her close to his side. “C’mon. Before the gang shows up for our pre-opening poker game.”

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tasteslikenutmeg:

Meg was glad that she was able to ease his mind.  Surely Hades had to have known that already but, it brought her comfort to know that he seemed to be okay with the words when they came from her mouth. “Excuse me? You can play innocent all you want, but you know exactly  what bullshit I’m talking about. Especially when your fucking boyfriend is involved.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you managed to win me over with those puppy dog eyes of yours. Or else I wouldn’t put up with any of it.” She grabbed his chin and turned his head so she could press a kiss to his lips. It was slightly awkward do to the laugh that she gave as she did it. 

She shook her head. Good, he was joking around.  Things would be okay now. “You knew what I meant, you ass. And I just got done giving you the speech about me sticking around, do you need me to ramp that back up? I think I still have my note cards somewhere.” She then patted herself down and pretended to look for said note cards. 

At his words however, and his suggestive grin Meg gave a grin of her own. “Oh, you’re in a gambling mood, are you?” She took a quick glance at their surroundings and leaned in to press her lips to his. Pulling back she bumped the tip of her nose against his. “Well, why don’t we just go find a place where you can show me your cards and we’ll see how lucky you are? If you win the pot, I’ll treat you dinner tonight.”

Hades gave a dramatic gasp to go along with his innocent act. “My fucking boyfr—oh my god, you don’t even know him. Stop trying to destroy what we have, mother,” he continued, like a petulant and melodramatic teenager. He knew it would get a rise out of Meg in some way, mostly annoyance, but he figured they were both in need of some teasing to lighten the mood. A little rumble in his throat as she kissed him and laughed, and Hades knew things were good between them. “Save the notecards, princesa. I’ll take your word for it.”

“I’m always in a gambling mood,” he replied, watching her glance around to check if the coast was clear for them to continue this little game. Wriggling slightly, Hades smirked when she touched her nose against his and his gaze grew even more mischievous at her suggestion. “Well let’s see...” he turned, looking down the sidewalk. “Underworld is a few blocks thataway...so how about you and I just stop in for a bit to, uh, make sure things are in order for when we open later?” He gave the young woman a toothy smile and wagged his eyebrows. “Sound good, babe?”

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Snack Break

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nicolaskos:

Dummy the pit bull whined as Nico walked them closer to the cafe and tried to steer them in the opposite direction. After another minute he couldn’t stand it and Nico sighed and crossed over to the cafe, ordering a sandwich, a water, and an empty salad bowl. While he waited, he scanned the dining area for an open seat. Instead, he found a familiar face, making a mess on himself. 

As soon as his sandwich was in his hand, Nico and Dummy made a beeline for Hades’s table. He pushed up his sunglasses to the top of his head just as Hades took off his shirt. Nico faltered a fraction of a moment, distracted, but quickly collected himself and pulled up a chair. “Fuck’s sake, man, put your tits away! People are trying to eat!” he teased and settled into his seat without an invitation. 

He unwrapped his sandwich while Hades grabbed his own, and picked off some pieces of meat, dropping them for Dummy. “Working on your cardio, old man?” he asked around a mouthful of food before taking a sip of his water.

Nico certainly didn’t need an invitation from Hades to join him, and the man gave a bark of laughter when he heard his friend’s voice, glancing over at him and his burly pitt bull once they settled in at his table. Peering down a his chest, he looked up at Nico and pouted. “I thought you liked my tits. Well then...frankly, it looks like you just lost your tit-viewing privileges.” Hades studied the large dog while Nico fed him scraps of his sandwich, chuckling now. “Jesus, are you giving Dummy steroids or somethin’? That fucker keeps getting bigger every time I see him. Styx is gonna shit his little doggy pants next time he sees him.”

Hades gave a tired shrug, taking another bite of his sandwich before he gestured with it as he spoke. “Takes a lot of upkeep to look this good, Nico. I can’t have you looking better than me, after all. Got an image to maintain.” He smirked at the other man and nodded his chin at him. “Y tu, puto? What are you doing, taking a leisurely stroll through the park? Communing with nature? Checkin’ out the babes doing yoga or tai chi or some shit in their little Lululemon outfits?”