A drink for the devil {open}

[Hades]

Hades awoke with a start to find himself face to face with a busy central town. It was strange with the creatures and people walking up and down, going about their daily lives. Woman buying things to feed their families. Men labouring over work to provide the gold pieces for their wives so that they could have a good hearty meal to come back to at the end of the day. Everything wa calm and everything was normal... except that Hades was standing in the middle of town center and people were starting to stare. In a fit of anger, a melon wagon explodded all on it's own accord sending melons flying into the air.

People screamed. People ran for cover and Hades, calm now that he'd gotten people to stop staring and look at something else, started toward the silver stag. Men came running out the moment he walked in, sensing something supernatural about him no doubt, and the barmen almost trembled in his boots staring at Hades who sat down calmly and ordered... a martini with an olive in, shaken, not stirred.

Once he had his drink he gave a soft smirk and eased into his chair before sighing contentedly with the first drops of alcohol slipped down his throat. The bell jingled, signalling the arrival of someone else. Hades half turned, flashing a charming smile in the direction of company.
""Oh well, hello there.

[Jafar]

Jafar looked up as people began to start screaming. What was their problem? He had been sitting on a bench, looking through a book of magical spells that he had found upon waking up a few days ago. He didn't like the distraction, but seeing as everyone was running in circles and screaming their heads off, he figured something exciting must be going on. So he stood up, and started walking towards the Pub where the door was still swinging from someone having gone inside. That must be what everyone was so excited...or rather scared to death...about.
Upon entering the pub, he found that almost the entire place had been emptied out except for one lone....thing. He was blue...with fire on his head. That was odd, and what was more odd was the fact that he didn't seem to be too worried about it. He walked over to the man, and sat beside him. Oh, well, hello there.
Jafar gave a smile and slipped into one of the bar stools a few away from the man.

You DO know that your head is on fire, don't you?

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notes: kind of short, but I'm super tired and about to leave school so I kind of had to rush it :-(