#hades illiano

[deans-writing]

Get The Fuck Out (Of My Club)

Characters: Hades Illiano, Chain Hawk

Warnings: Alcohol abuse

Notes: hi :3 (also this is. this is gta and the underworld is a gimmick it's a fucking GIMMICK if you haven't been reading abt him) also this is. short but HEYYY I WROTE SOMETHING!!! (please be proud/silly)

Past the flashy lights, roaring music and ludicrous amounts of liquor- The Underworld was a way for Hades to relax- even if just for a short while. There were no gunfights. The threat of failing and missing out on a payday was nonexistent with how tight he ran the business. He could sit back and let his income roll in. Though once the door to his office swung open and allowed a wave of music to burst through, he was shaken from his relaxed state.

He looked at who was entering while swinging his legs off of his desk and planting his feet on the ground. "Chain?" Hades raised a brow as he leaned forward. His hands came up and gripped his knees. The boxer let the door slam shut behind him, a sound that was drowned out with the club's ongoings. "Get up." Chain commanded simply.

Hades did as he was told, standing up and then following Chain as he motioned for him to come along. The two walked to the window that allowed the fighter to overlook the entire club. "See that?" Chain asked, pointing to the bar. Hades squinted through the tinted vision his shades created.

It was certainly a sight. A man- clearly under the influence- stood in front of the bar. He was leaning over it, his fists pressed hard against the wooden top. The only thing stopping him from grabbing onto the bartender who was backing away was the distance created by the bar.

"Is he-"

"She cut him off and he just- lost it. Started shouting and getting real aggro." Chain said. "...figured you'd want to handle him." He mentioned. Hades fists clenched. "Yeah." He growled. "I do."

Professionalism be damned, who did that son of a bitch think he was. Screaming at his staff like that? That was strike one. Hades pushed past Chain, his shoulder grazing his back as he made haste out of the office in his power walk. He wouldn't kill him, that was the one rule. He wished he could just tear his throat out- but he was in public. He wasn't the mercenary right now.

God, he wanted to be.

He went out through the door and down the walkway, turning the bend to find himself only a dozen or so feet away from the drunkard. His shouting had grown louder as he approached, and the bartenders efforts of calming him failed. Evidently.

"Hey!" Hades called out. He still tried to sound at least somewhat calm, maybe drown out his murderous rage. The malice in his heart seeped through anyways, whatever. The man stopped for a moment, turning his head. His stare was filled with undeserved rage. Hades made a mental note to hire another guard to stick around the bar and keep an eye out for people like this.

He walked closer. "You're done." He put it bluntly, "Pay your tab, and get the fuck away from my staff." Hades ordered. The man didn't budge. "You can't jus' fuckin'-"

"Yes, I can." Hades cut him off for the second time (ha), the drunk was trying to ignore his commands- strike two. The attention was at least off of his staff. He could handle the heat. "Back off." He continued. There was a glimmer of hope for the man's odds of not being hospitalized once he did in fact step away, then it vanished when he took a step towards Hades with that same anger burning his face.

Strike three. It was going to get physical no matter what he did now. Fine.

The man's hand reached out to grab onto Hades' chest only a second after that thought. He didn't earn a warning, he figured. Hades grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him in to close the distance. A few moments before they collided, he had pulled his head down. It was like a reversal of a battering ram, except it was the top of his skull breaking the man's face.

The top of his mouth had been the main point of contact, more than enough to leave him with a sore set of gums and an ache in the rest of his face. His body reared back from the attack, and Hades allowed him to fall back while he let go of his hand. He didn't fall down, and that just wouldn't do.

Hades stepped forward, leaving some distance between the two just for his leg. It rose halfway up his stomach, his knee just barely missing him. He stuck his leg straight out and kicked the man square in his own abdomen. It both knocked him down and knocked the wind out of him, whether it was the initial blow or the harsh slam against the metal flooring they stood on that did it was up for debate.

The crash below echoed, but was completely void as a result of the music still blaring over it. No one who hadn't been watching even noticed it happened. Maybe that was for the best, considering what he was going to do.

He took a step further and crouched down. His hands quickly began to pat the man down as he wheezed and gasped for air, certainly in no position to stop Hades as he found the drunks wallet in his jeans right pocket. He slipped it out of the crevice swiftly before standing up and turning to the bartender.

The money meant nothing to him, he had more than enough. Hades threw down the wallet onto the bar where the man's fists had initially been. "Take what you want... Pay his tab though. The rest is yours." He paused, looking down and licking at the inside of his cheek. "I'm sorry about that. This- this shit isn't happening again." Hades assured while he met the girls stare.

She merely nodded, letting out a soft "thank you" which he couldn't really hear as she took a hold of the wallet. He turned his attention back to the man, his stare hardening and frustration burning through him once he realized he'd have to get huffed up the stairs and thrown out like the trash he was.

At least he wouldn't be bothering anyone anymore.