Hard Time Chapter 1

~{Hard Times Part 2}~

[11:20PM]

For a split second McCree glanced over towards the noise figuring a group of customers didn't get the exact drink they were looking for. His gaze shifted back to the future recruit of Overwatch. "Listen Shimada why don't we go to some place nice and quiet for the night. Ya' know, have you sober up before we actually start talkin'." McCree figured there would be no use in reasoning with a drunken man. Jesse knew from experience, a lot of it.

Hanzo scoffed lifting his empty glass of nothing to his lips--only to be disappointed in being left the satisfaction of cool liquid running down his throat. He moved it away from his lips before he frowned, "Will there be more alcohol where we go?"

"Yeah sure plenty of it." McCree said while rolling his eyes and pulling his mouth to an unamused slant. He put his hands on his hips shifting his weight to one side.

"Perfect! I want more!" Hanzo slammed the glass down onto the table a little too hard making the glass shatter in his hand. Small cuts formed on the palm of his hand when he jerked it back too quickly.

McCree widened his eyes, "Are you--Jesus Christ." His mechanical hand face palmed his forehead before he sighed deeply and grabbed Hanzo's wrist. "Stop--Mr. Shimada." The Shimada was being difficult by pulling his hand back basically resisting Jesse's touch. "Hold still you bastard!" How the hell did he get stuck with picking up this wealthy prick again? Oh right.

"A-Asoko!" One man shouted pointing towards the two when hearing the glass shatter and conversation roar over by the other side of the bar. "Doko?" Another asked looking around trying to search for the ex-heir. The individual looked beaten up with one of his eyes bruise nearly swollen shut, the sides of his attire looked shredded, and his three amigos didn't look in good shape either. As soon as they spotted the Shimada struggling to stand up, and shove some cowboy looking man away, they took it as their chance. "Nē! Gesu yarō!" The leader of the gang called.

When Hanzo turned to watch the commotion, he grunted as soon as his back was harshly shoved against the wall. Slightly dazed, he blinked a few times before grinning at the gang leader. He thought he made a point to him an hour before he arrived to the local bar. "Did my foot not reach far up your ass enough?" Hanzo's cockiness never failed when filled with alcohol. He spoke in his native tongue with the other. The bar had fallen into a silence, innocent pedestrians trying to have a good time fled from the scene, even the bar tender had pressed the panic button under the counter alerting authorities. The gang member shoved his balled up fist against Hanzo's bloody shirt gritting his teeth. "You are nothing but a fool about to get his head kicked in!" and with the other hand he balled it into a fist bringing it back before thrusting it forward. Hanzo scrunched his face flinching to the side, but was rather shocked to feel nothing.

McCree had stopped the fist from connecting with the Shimada's face just in time. "Whoa now, let's be civil about this." A smirk curled upon the gunslinger's lips speaking in his sweet southern accent. "Now you best let this asshole go so I can take him out of yer hands. Trust me, you won't be seein' him again." He lifted his gaze up revealing his light caramel eyes from beneath the brim of his ridiculous hat. The gang leader narrowed his eyes forcing his hand to be released by the strange cowboy looking man. The Japanese man growled beginning to yell at McCree with such a venomous tone. Upon doing so there was a lot that was missing in translation. All the American had to go off of was the tense body language and raise in voice. Without any warning McCree punched him sending the leader of the three to the ground holding his face in pain. "Yeah, don't understand a lick of what yer sayin' pal but I get an itchy feelin' that you ain't happy with me." Such suspicions were confirmed as soon as the man blurted out more words. Three of his followers looked at one another. Jesse made eye contact scoffing as they got into a defensive stance flicking out their balasong or dagger. "Seriously? Bringin' a small butter knife to a gunfight? What is this an old timer standoff?" His hand rested on his holster chuckling at the fools who were about to find out they're messing with the wrong person. "Draw." Three shots, three bodies, three bullets driving into the skulls of three unfortunate victims.

The gun spun around McCree's finger stopping abruptly as he blew against the tip of the barrel letting the fresh gun powered smoke simmer off. Hiis darling Peacekeeper returned its rightful spot to his side slipping easily into the holster around his leg. He rested his hands on his hips looking down at the dead bodies before him. Jesse then glanced to the side to finish business. Eyes going wide an internal panic washed over him when he found the gang leader to have disappeared. "What the-!" and Hanzo. Jesse furrowed his brows looking around in panic--only to find out he worked up his nerves for thing as soon as he spotted the drunk man over by the bar trying to seduce the bartender. Jesse rolled his eyes tilting his head back, "it's just for a day Jesse. You've had worst. "He told himself before marching over to the Shimada to grab him by the arm.

"Oof! Un-hand me you crazy American. Help! Help! I am being kidnapped-! MHPHM! Mnhh!" Hanzo squirmed in Jesse's man-handling grasp as another clutched over his mouth to silence him. The tactic didn't work for too long. "Hn! Did you just. Did you just lick me?! Ehh." McCree took his hand away wiping it on his pants leg. He continued dragging the archer around back to avoid the police when the blue and red flashing lights started to get brighter. "Where are you taking me?" Hanzo demanded. He was feeling a bit more irritated for not being promised his sake. "Somewhere safe where people aren't tryin' to kill you and somewhere we--I can lay low and contact Overwatch." Jesse paused, "God Morrison ain't gonna be happy about this."

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[Author Note: The translation from English to Japanese may be inaccurate in some ways. I had found the translation on Google Translate, so forgive me if the spelling is incorrect.

Asoko = Over there

Doko = where

Nē! Gesu yarō = Hey you! Asshole]