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Hades cast her a smarmy glance before turning towards the patrons. âThatâs because she is,â he thought to himself, though he wouldnât say as much aloud. Instead he clicked his tongue and shook his head. âSorry fellas, but when sheâs behind this bar, she is strictly serving the drinks.â
He wrapped his metallic arm around her, pulling her close. âBuuuut come back in a few hours and this little lady will be off the clock. Why donât you come and make your offer then? You better be willing to pay for her drinks though, this pretty face doesnât come for free.â 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.
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 didnât 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 didnât challenge the man with the very imposing demeanor.  âAwh, câmon, thaâs a load of gaaarbage,â one hissed, pointing a shaky finger at Hades. Oh, thatâs a bad idea, Meg thought, a brow raised, curious at how Hades would react but mostly pitying that poor, drunken fool.













