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Heat-Up landed with a heavy thud. Slowly rising with a grin on his face as he begins approaching the Bouncer. The bouncer frowns and says, "If you ain't got a warrant fuck off."
Heat up just laughs his words slightly slurred, "Listen, buddy. Pal. Amigo. Comrade. I don't need a fucking warrant I never did. I just- really respected privacy rights and the Constitution."
His words were slurred and the Bodyguard pauses, "If you're a fucking shape shifter fuck off and go sober up."
"Counter argument," The Bouncer waits to hear one as Heat-Up literally begins to glow slightly and walk right through the rope in front of the door. The smell of burnt fabric filling the air as the Bartender begins dialing the police. He didn't get paid enough to fight Heat-Up.
The bar, all begins looking and whispering as Heat-Up enters the bar. One man slowly begins to melt into his seat as the girl next to him whispers, "Didn't he arrest you last month?"
Heat-Up walks to the bar and places down a 100 dollar bill and mutter, "What do you got?"
"Look pal, if you want info, I ain't selling info," Heat-Up begins to frown and consider his words carefully, seeming kinda lost.
"No, I want to get drunk. My biology requires a lot of liquor, so I need more to stay drunk," He states plainly, clearing his throat.
"Is that a code word or something you're trying to give me? Everyone knows Heat-Up doesn't drink," The Bartender glares at him.
"Oh fuck this," Heat up reaches behind the counter and grabs a new Liquor bottle and opens his mouth. He begins shoving it down his throat before biting it in half and chugging the rest.
The DJ shrugs and begins playing music as the Bartender blinks and leans back, "Shapeshifter huh?"
"I'm not- I'm done with you. Keep the hundred dollars," Heat-Up says as a large hand grabs his shoulder.
He turns around and looks up at the nine-foot tall ex-villain known as the Goliath, "Oh, you still live in LA?"
"Come on pal, get out of here before I call the local Hero Union," Goliath grunts at the man, his face carved of stone.
"I just want to God- Listen, Goliath, it's me. Heat up, for God's sake, I literally took an Anti-Material shot for you and left it out the paper so your wife wouldn't freak," Goliath blinks at that and rears back.
"What the hell are you doing here then? We have a zero info policy for giving out info to Heros," Heat-Up, blinks at that. His eyes are disconcerting in person, even to those who knew of how Heroic it was.
"I. . . I just," Goliath stares for a few seconds and then it finally clicks in his eye.
"Holy shit. She finally pushed you off the deep end," Goliath says before laughing for a few seconds.
"Ya. . . I- Ill go apologize probably tomorrow or something I just got so mad I burnt up our pool," Heat-Up begins to slump for a second.
"Hey, don't worry, kid. You're a saint you deserve this shit. Hell, you got me to see my kids birthday in person when I was serving my sentence- HEY! Everyone! This is the real Heat-Up and he's having his first booze cruise with us," The room erupts into cheering at that.
The loud noise causes Heat-Up to tense and his skin to begin glowing for a second. Goliath blinks at that, "Jesus Kid, when was the last time you had a break."
"I. . . Last November," Goliath blinks at that, scratching his head as he signals for the Bartender to begin making them some drinks.
Goliath stares down at the man with a new sense of worry as the Bartender leans in to listen.
"Well, how many days off a week do you take," Goliath asks, handing Heat-Up a large shot of peanut butter Whiskey.
"None," Heat-Up takes both his and Goliath's shot from the large mans hands and drinks them both. One man near them blinks at that and leans against the counter, taking out his phone to record.
The Bartender pours another round of shots, one for the man recording and one for himself as he listens to Heat-Up's story.
"Work hours," Goliath, face showed clear concern as he began realizing the man hadn't taken a break in nearly half a year.
"Six AM to 5 PM," Heat-Up hums in delight at the warm feeling in his chest.
"What the ever living fuck. Do- What's- Do you even have hobbies," Goliath stutters at that, disbelieving of the fact that the Premier Hero worked so many hours.
He begins racking his brain, pondering what the hell's gonna happen if he ever does snap.
"Ya, I use to paint miniatures and- I use to love these coffee cups Id collect all across the world," Goliath relaxes slightly as a blissful smile comes towards Heat-Ups face as he places the shots on the table.
"Okay, thats good. What else- Wait use to," Goliath, finally gets his own shot. He glares at a few of the Gold Diggers he recognized trying to get closer to Heat-Up.
"Ya, but Alex showed me this video of. . . Of this girl, who got crushed by some rubble in an area I usually patrol. And- And- God I just can't paint anymore without seeing her," The glow on his skin dies down and even a faint spark leaves his eye as he smacks another 20 on the table.
He giggles and coughs as he gets another shot of liquor, "Stuff- Stuff like that makes me hate sleeping."
Goliath was silent for a few seconds as he puts a hand on Heat-Up's shoulder as he asks, "Well, what about your pals? I hear Freeze and Haymaker are doing well."
"They got to join the guild and were moved to Europe or the East Coast," Goliath's hairy hand pats his back with a heavy thud. The massive, wall made of meat just listing.
"That. . . Jesus Christ. How do you deal with all this," He mutters.
"Because it feels so wonderful helping people. But I just can't fucking take it. I- I- I just want to have fun for once," His voice was a whisper and the man recording finally cuts it out.
The stranger hits the delete button and goes back to talking with his friends. Throwing one sad glance at Heat-Up.
"Dude, if I were you, I'd have done a Homelander or some shit. You're a great man Heat-Up now, go and fucking party," Goliath shoves Heat-Up into a crowd of people.
Heat-Up shouts, "Woho! I fucking love California girls lets go! Cali-Fornia girls- Ahahahhaha!"
Goliath leans back against the bar, smiling softly as the Bartender frowns for a second, watching Heat-Up begin lifting people onto his shoulders and hands as people begin feeding him more shots.
"You know, I have a new appreciation of him now. Despite how. . . Goody two shoes he is- I'm just glad he's nothing like Angel," The Bartender says with a new respect for the First Hero.
"Angel's a right cocksucker. Ah, shit speaks of the Devil," Goliath mutters as a winged, blonde-haired man walks through the door. The man wore robes carved with Latin script across them.
Angel walks over and flashes his teeth towards Goliath shouting, "Yo! Con! Missing your pals in the can?"
Goliath just sighs as Angel approaches him, "Heya Homo-Bait, just got a call about a shapeshifter."
"No Shapeshifter. Just the actual Heat-Up having a good time," Angel blinks before scoffing at that.
"That motherfucker Dosent know a good time. Do you even hear the newspaper? Dudes girlfriend doesn't know a good time," Angels word earns a few scowls from those who had just been eavesdropping on Heat-Up earlier.
"Please leave," Goliath asks, the smirking man.
Angel, hums and slowly begins scanning the bar. "I bet if I search this place, I'd find drugs, wouldn't I?"
"You wouldn't," Goliath growls back
Angel leans forward and whispers, "Oh, trust me. I find em, and from ,there I really pray they send you back to Con College."
It was clear Angel was trying to pick a fight with an Ex-villain who used to play in the big leagues. Goliath just frowns, as Heat-Up pauses and looks over to them. He gently places down the folks he was lifting.
"Heya pal," Angel turns around, and stares unimpressed at the somewhat drunken form of Heat-Up.
Heat-Up, grins and says, "What ya doin botherin my buddy over here? He's just havin' a good time."
"All right, shapeshifter, let's see your real face, or Im taking you in," Angel says, crossing his arms and waiting.
Heat-Up just blinks and begins laughing. A few seconds pass and he begins laughing harder, "Oh my god is- Goliath! Is that what I always sounded like!"
"Kinda just more spandex and Boy-Scout "
"Hey! Hey! I got rid of the Spandex a long time ago," Heat-Up defends, with raised hands. Angel raising an amused eyebrow at the act before him.
"Ya, and you decided to go naked," Heat-Up makes a sound that sounds akin to a laugh and pfft.
"Bro, I'm a rock," He says, pointing at his rocky body. Some parts of the Obsidian, flesh of his a light red from the heat.
"You're a streaker," Goliath's words make Heat-Up giggle some more.
"So true and real. Its jover hero Bros," He begins breaking out laughing once again at his own joke.
Angel just sighs, realizing he wasn't going to get his fight as he takes out his cuffs and slaps it on Heat-Ups wrist. Heat-Up stares for a few seconds.
Utterly silent as Angel grabs his other arm and tries to move it closer to his cuffed on. Heat-Up doesn't move an inch as he stares at the cuff. Goliath, pauses and asks, "Heat-Up? Buddy you good?"
There was something distant to Heat-Up's look. His human eyes unfocused for a few seconds as he begins laughing and pulls his arm back back despite Angels strained muscles.
Heat-Up bites into the metal and hums chewing it, "God! I always wanted to eat handcuffs! Mhm! You know it's not that bad."
Angel blinks, realization slowly dawning across his face as he says, "Wait a fucki- Holy shit. Heat-Ups drunk."
Heat-Up ponders for a few seconds, silent as he chews on the cuffs. Swallowing, he has a strange look on his features before shrugging, "I. . . I guess I am. POG-"
"I gotta get the boys to see this one," Angel, chuckles as he lets go off the cuffs and stares at Heat-Sink amused.
"Oh, Angel- Before I get your a Good Ol hero right," Heat-Up wraps an arm around Angel's shoulder and begins leaning against him.
"One of LA's Finest," Angel says amused before he feels Heat-Ups arm lock him into place.
He doesn't even see the other fist coming. It slams into his stomach, causing him to bend over and puke before Heat-Up punches him again, "I am so fucking sick of you fucking- God you corrupt motherfuckers that I always SEE!"
The party goes silent and Goliath says, "Heat-Up- Calm down pal."
"I heard what the FUCK he said Goliath. I see fuckers like him get off all the time and I respect the decisions of the court, or I just bring it up with their team leaders who ignore it," He shouts out his words as the room goes quiet.
The crowd begins recording and splitting up as Heat-Up throws Angel to the ground and grabs him by the throat, "I catch you threatening reformed Villains ever again I will get you."
"K-Kings gonna know," Angel wheezes the name of his team leader and something in Heat-Ups eyes show pure rage as he squeezes Angels throat just alittle tighter.
Heat-Up lets go of Angel's throat and says, "Sorry about that Goliath just- Im gonna go head out."
"Theirs another bar. Down the street, hidden in the back alley. It's more use to Supers," Goliath mutters, writing something down.
Heat-Up nods and pauses as he takes the slip of paper. He stares at the paper for a few seconds as Goliath chuckles, "It's my number. Come on over whenever my wife would be delighted."
"Th-Thanks," Heat-Up says with a soft smile as he then paused and asks.
"You got a smoke," Heat-Up asks, as Goliath follows him to the door.
"Ya sure. Wanna try one," Goliath smoothly pulls a pack from his pocket and offers one to Heat-Up.
"Of course," Heat-Up says, grabbing the cigarette and throwing it in his mouth. Chewing it as smoke comes from his mouth.
"I- Should have seen that comin," Goliath mutters as Heat-Up laughs and steps out the club.
