Hades followed you everywhere. As your bodyguard, he had to. And also because Hades had grown protective of you, too. From time to time, you'd successfully escape from his hawk-like gaze, and played a game of cat and mouse with him. Sometimes in one specific place, sometimes through the city.

This time, you had successfully escaped to go party with friends. And Hades was pissed when he found you, drunk, laughing loudly with a guy that seemed just as drunk.

Hades came closer, and suddenly grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder.

"We're going home."

Hades declared as he shot daggers to the other guy with his eyes before your poor friend could say anything.