Intoxication || Megara && Hades

bendthelaw—championoftheself:

To Meg’s uttered statement, Hades took on a look of understanding. Not out of concern, though his expression played it off as such, but of the thing that she was tired of. She was tired of having her trust used and abused. She was tired of having her well being taken advantage of, under the guise of concern. It was a pity that she would get no respite from that from him. Yet, he would act as if he was her oasis. 

“Boys are stupid indeed, Megara. To turn a woman like you, a woman of so many talents, into something so little is just disgusting. You don’t need boys in your life, Meg. What you need is someone bigger than that, someone better than that. And I am both bigger and better than any boy you will meet. I am bigger and better than any man you will ever meet.” 

Taking a calculated risk, Hades chose to enclose one of Megara’s hands in his own. While this might have provoked some sort of thought that he was devoted, that was partially the case. He was devoted, but not to her well being. He was devoted to binding her further to his will, and to his body. He was devoted to making her his, and his absolutely. He would not allow her to cavort with scum any longer. 

“So, if you do not want to stick around with boys, choose a man. I would think that your mind has worked that out, even in the state you’re in now. Choose me. But that’s not the point, for now at least. For now you may drink, and forget about everything but myself.”

Frowning a bit, Meg glanced away.  ”No necesito a nadie,” she mumbled, reaching for the bottle again.  ”Don’t need nobody…”  Shit, she was smarter than this, really.  But yet she kept making the same mistakes, didn’t she?  Ugh, one of these days she would learn, really.  But apparently that day was not today.

His hand moving to cover her own earned him a confused look.  Not angry, as it would’ve been were Meg sober, but just confused.  She tried to focus on his face, trying to figure out what he was meaning by his words.  But, in her intoxicated state, that was far too difficult, and just decided to let his actions slide, instead moving to take another drink.  Alcohol was easier to deal with than Hades’ motivation, and his hand was warm anyway.

“Tried that though…”  Biting her lip, Meg closed her eyes to fight the tears that threatened to fall.  After all, she did date an older man, and that was what got her into this mess in the first place.  ”And look how that ended.”  Choose him?  That caused her to look back at him.  Yes, Hades was definitely good looking, and yeah, there was some attraction to him, but…

But what?  Crap, Megara couldn’t remember why she was determined to keep him at arm’s length.  Was it a good reason or not?  Whatever it was, the alcohol she had imbibed had managed to erase it from her mind and make her feel like that wasn’t such a bad idea.  ”¿Qué quiere decir?”  Then, remembering he had commented on her use of Spanish, she repeated in English, “What do you mean?”

(Source: sarcastic-megara)

Intoxication || Megara && Hades

bendthelaw—championoftheself:

“I find you more coherent when you’re intoxicated, Meg. Save the languages for when you can whisper them in my ear.” With that statement confidently uttered, he roared down the streets, as eager to get away from that den as she most likely was. He had a better place in mind for the both of them. A place where they were guaranteed solitude. A place that would serve as both a sanctuary, and a terror to his charge.

Through lights and side streets he travelled, intent on getting her to his abode as fast as possible. His dark haired partner had spent enough time away from him. She had spent enough time garnering the attention of pathetic and unworthy men. Then again, almost all men were unworthy of that kind of attention from her. He was the only exception, and he was the only one that would be allowed to have her confidence in the future. 

And so, they reached his abode, as grandiose as one would expect concerning a man of his standing. Guiding her inside, he displayed the marble floors, the spiralling stair-cases, and the immaculate state of his home. “Now, you said they intended to cut you off? That’s just cruel, Megara. Take a seat in my kitchen,” he uttered, pointing to his white table, and the fine chairs that accompanied it. “I’ll supply you with the thing that they were cruel enough to cut you off from.” 

With that, Hades vanished for a bit, only returning when he had booze, vodka at the time. Smirnov and Absolut were his weapons of choice, and he placed them in front of the woman in question. Meeting her gaze with a confident smile, he sat directly opposite of her. “Now Meg, drink away the night. I’ll watch over you while you do so. After all, we both know better than to cycle trust to yourself, especially in the state that you are in.”

His house was big, she noticed, mentally comparing it to the mess that was her own place.  Really clean too.  But, that followed, she guessed.  After all, had she ever really seen him leave the office at night?  Well, other than when there was some event he had to go to or something.  But even then, she couldn’t remember him spending any amount of time out of there when he hadn’t needed to.  Then again, she was drunk, wasn’t she?  Meg wasn’t sure anymore.

“Okay,” the dark-haired woman mumbled, dropping her jacket and bag on the floor by the door, and started to make her way over to the table.  It took a few minutes, after all, due to her state of balance.  Heels really weren’t the thing to wear when drunk, and she was pretty glad that there wasn’t any stairs for her to navigate.  Yet at least.

As she sat down, her boss returned with two bottles of vodka, much to her delight.  ”Gracias, thank you,” Meg mumbled, reaching for the Absolut and opening it.  Sure, more alcohol was a bad idea, especially considering where she was now.  Maybe it was better than being at a bar, but still.  Losing control of her common sense whilst in the home of her boss, one that if she was honest with herself she was somewhat attracted to still, was not a good plan.

After taking a few swigs directly out of the bottle, Meg set it down, laying her head down on her arms.  ”Boys suck,” she muttered, blowing at her hair.  ”All they want is one thing.”

(Source: sarcastic-megara)

Intoxication || Megara && Hades

bendthelaw—championoftheself:

It did not take long until the all too familiar buzzing grabbed his attention again. His underling was stubborn to a fault. She was also rather impulsive. When she wanted something, she grabbed at it until she could get it. That explained the sudden and semi-frequent ‘misplacement’ of his credit cards whenever he had worked her into a frothy lather of rage. And now she had contacted him. She needed him, in whatever state she was. 

Despite her questionable state of coherence, Hades was all too happy to help himself. If her vice was booze, he would permit her to partake in as much of that vice as she so wished. That was, until he had replaced her craving for booze with craving towards him. This had proven to be a rather difficult challenge. As he knew, she was stubborn. Even the silver tongue he had so prided himself on had failed in that regard. Yet, if his tongue was to fail, perhaps words and other deeds would carry the night.  

I’m afraid that I cannot, your reactions are too pleasing for me not to do so. As for the bar, well, isn’t that a shame? I suppose I could lend you a hand. Meet me outside the bar in 15 minutes. Both booze and my generosity will be extended to you. Look for the orange Lamborghini. 

With that typed out, Hades chose to put aside his duty for the day. There was a far more pressing matter to be attended to. Or perhaps, a matter in which he would love to press into. Nevertheless, he acted quickly. Adjusting his black suit and red tie, he proceeded towards his car. And not too long after entering, he blazed towards the location where his quarry would be located. 

Parking just in front of the bar entrance, he looked out the window with disapproving eyes. Megara truly did pick the worst of company to be entertained by. She was fortunate that he believed she deserved better. Was that not the case…then it could be another taking advantage of her weakness tonight.

She had to lean against the wall as she waited for the male, unfocused eyes gazing out to the street.  He was coming, as always.  Whenever she needed some help, Hades was always there, she noticed.  Even when she didn’t want any help too, which pissed her off so much.  But right now Meg didn’t care.  He had alcohol, and promised it to her.  And if there was one thing her boss did, it was keep his promises.  Even if she didn’t like the results.

“Hey pretty lady,” a guy commented, making his way over to where she was standing.  ”Waiting for someone to take you to have some fun?”  He was flanked by three other men, all eyeing her like she was a piece of meat and they were starving dobermans.  “‘Cuz I think we could show you just how to have a good time.”  Her dark eyes flicked over them before rolling in distaste.  ”Lo siento, boys, but I’m not interested.”  Instead of slurring, Meg had a habit of slipping more and more Spanish into her speech.  This was no different.

Unfortunately, they were too drunk to understand no.  ”Awww, come on babe, think about it.  We’ll definitely get you off five times.  Each.”  The first guy moved to try and cage her in.  That was not a good move for them.  With a scowl, she let out a string of explicatives in Spanish and brought her heel down on his foot.  As he jumped out of the way, cursing in English, Meg spotted the car she had been told to watch for.  ”Ya nos veremos cabrones,” the paralegal snapped, pushing her way through the group to stagger to the orange vehicle.  Opening the door, she dropped her leather jacket and purple handbag on the floor of the passenger seat, ignoring the drunks’ snaps of her having a ‘sugar daddy’, before sliding in.

“A la mierda, hijos de puta. Pensar que yo soy tan borracho.”, Meg muttered, closing the door behind her.  Glancing at the male behind the wheel, she sighed.  ”So…  Usted vino…”  Part of her wondered if she should apologize for being a bother, but she never asked him to pick her up, so there was no reason to really.

(Source: sarcastic-megara)

Intoxication || Megara && Hades

bendthelaw—championoftheself:

Hades knew better than to mix business and pleasure. Yet, for all his knowledge, it did not prevent him from doing so. It was his pleasure to have a woman like Megara working under him. It was a pleasure to chip away at her resolve, at her dogged determination to retain vestiges of her will. And though it sometimes impacted his business, it was the pleasure that overrided the monetary loss. Even if he lost a million, if he made Megara take a step back, it was worth it. Money could be made and lost in a night. Now, making and breaking a person? That was a far more worthy endeavour. 

The dark haired male had been working on finalizing a few drafts of papers for an upcoming legal case, when a buzzing coming from one of his pockets interrupted his train of thought. Sighing in a way that could be interpreted as bothered, he fished out his Blackberry, flipping around to find the source of his interruption. As his eyes regarded the aforementioned, a small smile spread upon his countenance. 

Meg appeared to have indulged in her favourite poison, if the sheer amount of grammatical errors in this text was to be believed. And Hades, who worked as a fast acting contagion, found himself compelled to answer her. For a drunk Meg did things that were as foolish as they were exciting. And for the first time, Hades deemed himself ready to sample whatever that excitement brought. With a smug look, he went to answer the badly worded text. 

I might know that, yes. But if we’re stating the obvious, you’re drunk. If we’re still stating the obvious, you have need of me. Tell me Megara, whatever do you want? I’m ever so happy to work towards your pleasure.

Her head was heavy as Meg tossed back another shot, closing her eyes as the familiar burn made its way down her throat.  In the back of her mind, she wondered why her first instinct was to text her boss, not one of her old friends from her old life.  Maybe it was the fact that really, despite everything he did to her, part of her still thought he was trying to help her.  Part of her still fell for his lies.  The man had a silver tongue, and Megara knew that for a fact.  

But, then again, she was drunk, and not thinking clearly.  So the side that fell for everything her boss said was more powerful, and wanted him to comfort her.  In any way possible.  So, when her phone buzzed on the table, she clumsily moved to grab it.  Focusing on his words was a problem though, and it took her a few tries to get through Hades’ response.  Once she did, it took even longer for her to remember how to reply to it.

Ur usinnng big worrrrds asagain.  Stippp it.  As 4 wat i wantz…  dunno.  maor booze?  theyyr cuttin meee offfff they said…

With a scowl at the mean waitress who had told her that as she had asked for another shot, Meg grabbed her bag and jacket, and stumbled out of the bar, ignoring all the sleazes that were trying to hit on her.  Sure, she was hot shit, in a dark purple tank top, a leopard print bra that she didn’t even notice was showing, dark blue jeans that clung to her ass, and black boots she had bought the last time she had stolen her boss’ credit card as payback for something.  But that didn’t mean she was so desperate that she’d sleep with some random person.

Her boss, on the other hand…

(Source: sarcastic-megara)

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Intoxication || Megara && Hades

Megara was drunk.  She knew she was.  Sitting in a corner of this seedy bar downtown, she sighed, swirling her shot glass around and frowning.  God, how did she get into this situation in the first place?  Twenty-five years old, and trapped in a dead-end job already.  Sure, it was better than anything she had expected to be in when she was growing up.  Megara Argyros, the daughter of a druggie and some Greek man who didn’t want to be a part of her life, a paralegal for one of the best law firms around.  Her abuela wouldn’t have cared if she hated it, the pay was better than anything her family had gotten in years.

But still, was it worth it?  That was the question Meg asked herself every day as she stared at herself in the mirror.  Running a hand through her dark hair, let down due to the fact that she wasn’t in the office today, the woman stared through the crowd at the bar.  Where would she be if she had let Adonis stay in prison, she wondered, taking a shot of her whiskey.  Still in LA, trying to get a job, probably.  Dealing with her mother’s shit on top of all the stress.  Instead, she had to put up with the perversion of the man who got her out.

Picking up her iPhone, she made her way through her contacts.  Sure, drunk texting was usually a very bad idea, but right now she had had too many to care.  Selecting the name “Bastard”, Meg opened a new text, and started typing.

Ur a jerk, u kno that?  A fucckking assssshole…

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#HADES IS SASSY GAY FRIEND #GIRL DON’T WASTE YOUR LIFE ON A GUY #BUY HIS ACTION FIGURE INSTEAD IT CAPTURES HIS BEST SIDE SO WELL #HE ALMOST GETS CRUSHED BY A PILLAR SO WE SACRIFICE OURSELVES?! #YOU DO CRAZY THINGS WHEN YOU’RE IN LOVE? YEAH CRAZY. NOT SUICIDAL. #PUT WONDERBOY DOWN AND COME TO THE SANDAL SALE WITH ME #THEY JUST GOT SOME GREAT NEW PINK ONES IN YOUR SIZE #THEY’LL REALLY WEIGH OUT YOUR HIPS

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It is Thursday, and I am tipsy.

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate this holiday?

bendthelaw—championoftheself:

Mm, I don’t know why you didn’t mention your hate for this holiday before, Meg. As it turns out, I have means and measures set in place to remove you from things you hate~

….  Why am I worried now?  [/suspicious look]  Your idea of means and measures usually ends up badly for me.

(Source: sarcastic-megara)

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate this holiday?

No, I do not need to witness all the woman at work getting huge bouquets of roses from their significant others.  Yes, I’m a heartless bitch.  Deal with it.