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goodolenutmeg‌:

As disgusting as some of the patrons were, no person was slimier than Hades. Meg turned her face away from Hades as he wrapped an arm around, her body instinctively twitching slightly away from his form. While she didn’t appreciate Hades trying to sell her off to these patrons (who, in all likelihood, would not remember to return later), Meg held her tongue and kept her opinions to herself.

The men groaned, displeased with the news, but didn’t challenge the man with the very imposing demeanor. “Awh, c’mon, tha’s a load of gaaarbage,” one hissed, pointing a shaky finger at Hades. Oh, that’s a bad idea, Meg thought, a brow raised, curious at how Hades would react but mostly pitying that poor, drunken fool.

His friendly, business-like demeanor twitched ever so slightly as the finger was shoved in his face. For only a moment, a hint of rage flashed through, but it was quickly replaced with a smirk and a low chuckle. “Hey, buddy? If you want to keep that finger--” He slammed both hands down on the bar. The metal slamming against wood echoed, dimming the noise of the patrons who all looked over. “--I suggest you keep it to yourself.”

He cracked and rolled his neck, slipping back into a calmer demeanor. “Now, do yourselves a favor and walk those hefty lil’ tuchuses out of my bar before I get security to do it for yah, how does that sound?”

#c: meg

goodolenutmeg‌:

The patrons sitting in the bar were getting out of hand. They were rowdy and no matter what Meg tried to do to calm them down, it just didn’t work. The last thing she wanted was to get blamed for whatever destruction they would cause.

And then the familiar voice, the only one that could send slimy chills down her spine, rung in the air. Her lips curled slightly in a small scowl as Hades appeared on scene. Her expressionless face turned toward him as she tried to downplay the situation. “They just had too much to drink. They’ll be on their way soon,” she said.

“Noooo, no, weee wanted the girl t-to drin’ wit us but she thinks she’s too good fer us,” one of them slurred, waving a finger at Meg while she scowled in disgust.

Hades cast her a smarmy glance before turning towards the patrons. ‘That’s because she is,’ he thought to himself, though he wouldn’t say as much aloud. Instead he clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Sorry fellas, but when she’s behind this bar, she is strictly serving the drinks.”

He wrapped his metallic arm around her, pulling her close. “Buuuut come back in a few hours and this little lady will be off the clock. Why don’t you come and make your offer then? You better be willing to pay for her drinks though, this pretty face doesn’t come for free.” Of course there was an implication of more than drinking there, but he had Meg running the whole gambit of escorting. Sometimes they really did just want to share drinks with a beautiful woman with nothing else implied. Rarely, but sometimes.

#c: meg #im sorry he's already the worst #tw: prostitution

prudepunchpower‌:

“He started it!” Prude yelled, though it was almost a lie, and the other young man roared to tell his side of the story to this half robot man between them. She was the one who said he was too much of a wiener baby to fight her, but he was the one who threw the first punch.

She wiped the trickle of blood from her lip, though Prude was chuckling because he was looking a little worse then her. Technically their fight wasn’t until later that week, but Prude couldn’t find any background on his style. So what better way to do that then to pick a fight with him before the big day? There were, of course, much better. “Who are you anyway? Cops?” She sincerely hoped not, since jail wasn’t really an option for her.

“And I’m sure you just had to finish it, hm?” He managed to get out before the man began loudly and angrily recounting the full story in his ear. Hades had to lean back a little bit, just to keep his eardrum from blowing out. Despite it all, he kept his gaze on the young fighter, looking them over. He’d seen enough of the fight to know that they were on their way to being the clear victor. They were unrefined, but a clear source of untapped potential.

He chucked at their question. “Ahah...something like that.” That seemed to get the man to shut right up. Jail did not seem to be an option for him either. Hades’s cool demeanor didn’t seem to waver. “Now, I’ll let you both off with a warning this time, but keep your fighting off the streets, capisce? Some of my colleagues might not be so nice.”

This seemed to be enough for the man, who knew he could try to get his revenge in the ring. He gave a glare to Prude that said as much before turning on a heel and stalking off. As Prude made motions to do the same, he clamped his hand on her shoulder once more. “You though...I’d like to have a word with you.”

#c: prude

thepowertobite‌:

Ochaco frowned as she stalked up to the fight that had broken out. Here she was outside looking for a fine day when suddenly there was unrest on her station. The nerve! Well, that or she was just a little extra grumpy from the recent stress of the planet and what heat she was taking from its discovery.

Just as she arrived, a friendly stranger seemed to intervene. The icy woman stood at attention. She knew at least one of the men was a decorated soldier, and that meant he was in for it now. “That’s exactly what I’d like to know.” She said, sourly.

Hades was getting ready to weave a spell of words and charm when a figure came into the mix that instantly sucked all of that out of the air. And it wasn’t just your average type stick-in-the-mud, it was a highly influential, leader-of-the-entire-station type stick-in-the-mud.

And with that, he was out. Not really out, but he took his hands off each of the men, holding them up innocently as he took a big step back. “Oof! Looks like you boys really got yourself in it this time.”

The man who was clearly not a decorated soldier looked to him in fear but Hades looked away. There was only so much he could do for his minions. The soldier, however, stood to attention and saluted his superior.

“A-Admiral Edo! I-- Was just--” He looked to the other man and then narrowed his eyes. “I am under the suspicion that this man is in possession of some highly illegal drugs. I was working to confiscate them.”

“What?!” The dealer shouted in disbelief. “But you were the one who--!” He was cut off by Hades who began to cough. Both looked over to him, but it only seemed to be the dealer who understood that oh yeah, maybe he shouldn’t declare to a council member that he had been intending to sell drugs to this officer who was currently throwing him under the bus. Once he finished coughing, he looked up at all of them.

“Sorry, must’a had something caught in my throat. Continue.”

#c: edo #im having this dealer be the same one in ziggy's thread #poor guy can't catch a break #tw: drugs

grumpy-gillls‌:

There was always a problem when Ziggy was around. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another… but in the outer ring, it didn’t matter what you said or did. The mercenary snarled at the man before him and was ready to knock his lights out. He grabbed onto the shirt collar of the dealer, and pulled him in real close. “What did I say about being late?!”

The dealer squirmed in his grasp and attempted to explain his situation. The performance drugs that Ziggy had requested a week ago, were missing. It was out of his hands, but that didn’t mean he was free of punishment. Just as Ziggy was about to make some sort of forceful move, he was stopped by a man with two cybernetic arms. His attention diverted from his dealer and he let the man go, “None of your business, buddy,” He replied sharply and looked back at the dealer, sending him a warning glare. The delivery was either going to be tomorrow, or they were going to have a problem.

Hades cocked an eyebrow, looking the angry young man over. Jawline set in a scowl, jerky, forceful movements, a glint in his eye--yup, this was your typical druggie. Probably an athlete or military figure or some other jock who needed a boost, but a druggie nonetheless.

A smirk quirked at his lips as he chuckled. “That is where you would be wrong my varicose friend,” he mused, gesturing towards the vein that was currently popping out of his neck. “This is very much my business.”

The dealer, who had once looked frightened by Ziggy’s movements, seemed downright terrified by the man who had just joined them. “B-Boss, it’s not my fault, I--” Ziggy could see the mechanical hand tighten around the dealer’s shoulder, promptly shutting him up with a squeak. With that, he cut a glare at the crowd of onlookers, who quickly began to disperse with their heads down.

“Now,” he looked back to Ziggy. “How about you release my cohort here and we won’t see if we can’t work out this pesky little situation, hm?”

#c: ziggy #tw: drugs

Hades hardly liked getting his hands blemished in other people’s dirty business. He had lots of other cronies to do that for him. But every so often, when he saw an opportunity arise, he would slip his way in and see if he couldn’t jiggle a little benefit his way.

This was one of those times. Some sort of argument had broken out, a misunderstanding, or perhaps intentional--either way there was yelling and it looked like it might be on the verge of violence. That is, until he stepped in, and wrapped two metallic hands around two of the perpetrators shoulders.

“People, people, please! What seems to be the problem here?”