continuation from here, for @azazel-mp
(…) Hecate had her fair share of encounters with demi-gods, and this time she had no other intentions but to entertain herself with his posture and features. “What should I call you, Mr. Tantrum?”
(...) “You can call me Mind Your because it isn’t your business what my name is.” He was a bitter boy right now, this was such a big day he was missing and but he was left a babysitter to drunken adults. “I don’t even know who you are talking about, child of what.. I am the child of an abusive drug addict and you seem pretty close to being cut off.”
This little shit. The amount of bratiness and insubordination coming from the young man surprised Hecate, even being slightly amusing. To have such an attitude behind a bar counter wasn’t exactly common, especially in a place like Minx. In her opinion, it was clear that Eros had lowered the standards for staff, however, Hecate had no place in making judgement nor did she really care. As long as the drinks kept coming.
“A tab? Right, because most people on this island can be trusted to not abuse it…” She scoffed, chuckling against the glass that she held close to her lips. “You clearly do not enjoy being here, so why don’t you just look for a job some place else? I don’t believe sitting and pouting children last long in here…”
Hecate wasn’t exactly invested in getting to know him, but it wasn’t every day she’d seen a demi-god be a fool to the point of bantering with a deity. For now, she would use the situation as entertainment. Ah, an ignorant demi-god. How lovely. “Well, Mr. Mind-Your, the business here is to serve people and their drink orders, not sit around. Either way, not my job, not my problem.”
It did not bring any joy to acknowledge the reality from his past. As much of a jerk this person could be, no child deserved to grow next to drug addiction. “You may think that acting like this may benefit you my sweet summer child. But keep it up, and you’ll eventually embrace loneliness and trust me, you do not want to go down that path. And yeah, yeah you’re perhaps preparing a snarky commentary, filled with sarcasm, attitude and even dismissive. I may have alcohol in me, but I can still tell you the truth of this place. Not everyone is your enemy.”
“You talk about sitting, pouting children not making it here right after speaking how no one would be trusted responsibly with a tab.” Pulling the arm stuffed under the other Azazel gestured to the people sitting here, a lot of them usually confiding in him about something or rather. “Half the people here end up sitting and pouting, and not once did I say I disliked the job, not that it’s any of your business still but I was tricked and am not missing out on something I am allowed to be pouty about. It has nothing to do with the quality of this job.”
“It it isn’t your job or your problem then why keep bringing it up? Not a single person except you have come up here so really, I don’t think there is much of an issue except the part that wasn’t your problem.” It was funny he was a brat through and through but his voice was always quiet and stoic, void of much emotion with only a hint of sass peaking through his tone otherwise he was blank as night when speaking; calm. Though what she was saying made the demigod scoff a bit.
“What are you my therapist? Being alone has been the best thing in my life, I don’t need a single person around me in it. Loneliness is a void that I will happily fall into if it means I can live in peace. Calling me freaking Dorothy because I am skipping down that broken bricked path, and I was born in autumn.” Grabbing a bottle of gin he poured it for a guy left the bottle there and walked back to sit away from everyone again.
