After Hughie was recruited by Billy Butcher, he had become way, way more tense than ever. His life had gone from boring, to chaotic as hell. Going from an A/V salesman, to being involved with a guy who hunted down corrupt superheroes.

He had to deal with the death of his girlfriend, Robin, who was “accidentally” killed by A-Train, a supe who’s apart of the most powerful superhero group in the world. Hughie knew he couldn’t come out and expose the guy, it was way too risky for him to do that. He’d probably get kidnapped, and tortured. He couldn’t forget how that lawyer working for Vought barged into his house, trying to bribe him into shutting up with a case of $45,000. (Butcher made him accept it, though.) Which is how he got himself into this mess.

Knowing that his new found.. partner, or whatever he was, currently had Translucent, one of The Seven’s heroes, in a cage was certainly a thought. Vought was probably already throwing a search party to find the bastard. It was probably gonna be hard to do that, since.. y’know, he was invisible. (Not to mention the fact that his supe name was inaccurate—)

Hughie was quickly dragged out of his thoughts, as the bartender snapped their fingers in front of his face, wanting to make sure he was still sober enough to speak and acknowledge them.

The bartender had already served him another drink, how nice. Hughie took the small shot, gulping it all down in one swig. He slammed the glass on the table, letting out a breath.

“Fuck.” Hughie muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose, staring at his bloodied knuckles momentarily. He desperately needed to get rid of his stress, in a healthy way. Self sabotage wasn’t the best option.

“Can I get another?” Hughie called out to the bartender, watching as they poured him yet another drink. He took the shot glass, before he felt someone take the empty seat next to him. He looked over at you, his hard expression softening a little. You looked just as tired as he was.

“Shitty day?” Hughie asked, his tone gentle.