4 ♃ Audio + Commentlog

[heroicasshole]

[Snoring. That's all you're gonna hear. Hancock's laying on his comm, down in that very same booth in Sergei's. There's about 6 more empty bottles.

His beanie's down over his eyes.]

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[myhairisflames]

[Hades has been wandering the ship for a while before deciding that he wanted to snatch a few bottles of liquor to keep in his room. As he entered Sergei's, the ripping sound of snores reached his ears.]

Hmm?

[Ah. It's a guy. Smirking to himself, Hades grabs a bottle of gin before moving to the table the man was asleep at. Settling himself on the table, he carefully picked up an empty bottle, paused, and slammed it down onto the table with a loud and heavy

CLUNK!]

[heroicasshole]

[Damnit Hades, Hancock was sleeping good! He wakes with a start. It takes him a minute but he sits up with a groan. Slowly, he lifts the beanie from his eyes and glares at Hades.]

What the hell do you want?

[myhairisflames]

[Hades is totally dismissive of the eagle on that beanie. For now. Giving a sharply-toothed smirk, Hades uncaps the bottle of gin and take a sip.]

What is this, kindergarten. I thought only toddlers and old people napped. And you don't look like you're wearing a diaper, so what's your deal, huh? Why ya sleeping in a bar, of all places?

[heroicasshole]

[Hancock rubbed his eyes then yawned.]

Cause I've been drinkin. In case you can't see.

[Might as well stay where the booze is.]

[myhairisflames]

Hey now, no need to get snippy.

[Another sip, before pointing the bottle towards Hancock, as if to offer some, and then changes his mind. Taking another sip, he conjures his patented martini glass, filling it, then capping the bottle.]

What's your name, Grump?

[heroicasshole]

[He just stares at Hades for a minute, curiously.]

I don't know. But I go by Hancock. You're head's on fire.

[myhairisflames]

[Rage. Hades is full of it. So have a glass of gin to the face.]

DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?!

[heroicasshole]

[Hancock purses his lips, as the gin drips down his face. Nooot a good idea Hades.

He gets up, moves around to a booth close by and tears the table from the floor. He turned to look at Hades, wiped the gin from his brow then swung his weapon at the god.]

[myhairisflames]

Hey. Hey now... That's no-CRUNCH.

[Yeah. God he may be, Hades is not a fighter. So he'll be taking the table to the face. K? K. And he'll be hitting the far wall.]

[heroicasshole]

[Hancock's about to hit him with it again. But that seems like overkill, and part of the reason people keep yelling at him. Blah. He drops the table, slides back into the booth and takes a sip from the bottle Hades had.]

Ah get up, punkass. You all right.

[myhairisflames]

[Hades is back up in an instant. Come on, he's a god. Brushing dust off his toga, he cracked his neck before running a hand over his now flameless head. Dammit. A quick exertion of effort, and his head is alight again.]

Excuse me, buddy. Over-reaction much? Ya know, I know a guy, brilliant herbalist by the way, who can make you something for that touchy temper of yours...

[heroicasshole]

[Hancock slouches down in the booth, taking a longer gulp from the bottle.]

Nothing wrong with my temper.

[myhairisflames]

Coulda fooled me...

[Aaaand he no longer wants that bottle of gin. Moving to the bar, he grabs up a few more bottles of gin, rum, and vodka before starting towards the door.]

[heroicasshole]

What're you supposed to be?

[Not so fast, Hades. He's not done with you yet.]