Go to bed late and get up early to get work done
Something about the night was alluring to you. Bright city lights created dancing shadows on the sidewalks. The sound of muffled music as you passed clubs. Sweet words from hosts and hostess looking to make ends meet. Yeah, something about it just calmed you.
Each night, you'd take long walks through the rougher parts of the city to get to your second job. It wasn't a job as much as something to do since you were awake. Now we're stalling so let's get to the point. A friend of yours ran a small club. Nothing fancy but the music was decent. Your job was to prepare the drinks. You made decent drinks to get the people to where they wanted to be, on their ass drunk. The rest of the crowd would down 'vodka', or at least that is what you'd tell them.
You made sure to dress light, but still modest. You didn't need any special attention nor did you want anyone to think they could move on you. Your friend had also advised you to look different in case anyone recognized you in the daytime. No one has approached you yet, good for you.
Tonight's crowd was no different from any other night. You watched from a safe distance as the patrons crowded the DJ. Wallflowers and lovers were the only ones not congested in the group of drunkards. You pretended to be busy by polishing a glass, hoping no one would approach you. Too bad the tall stranger had other plans.
A hand slid onto the counter in your peripheral view. It startled you because of the wrist area being different from the rest of the hand. You looked up and met light blue eyes surrounded by darkness. "Give me something that tastes good" he ordered. You set the glass down carefully before reaching for the vodka. "And not that watered down shit you give those idiots" he caught you before you could pour him a glass. "Caught me red-handed, call the cops," you said sarcastically as you made him a basic cocktail. He took a long sip from the glass, grimacing slightly. "I said something that tastes good..." he repeated. "It's alcohol, what did you expect?" your reply earned you a grin from the stranger.
"Fair enough" he sat down directly in front of you, still drinking from the glass. You tried to go back to polishing your glass, but you could feel his eyes examining your body. "How long are you going to polish that same glass? I can see my reflection in it from here" he blurted out. You felt your face grow hot from being found out, this guy wasn't going to let you enjoy your solitude. "Would you like me to make you another drink? Y'know, to keep you busy?" you put the glass away and stared at him. He propped his head on his palm and rested his elbow on the counter. "Nah, still have to finish this toilet water" he stirred his drink slowly.
"You'd have to taste it before to be able to compare" you shot back. "Try everything once" he replied taking another long sip. By now, you were trying to find anything else to make yourself look busy, even another drunk would be nice. Strangely, everyone seemed to be good and dandy stumbling across the dance floor. "This all you do? Make drinks and pretend to be busy?" he spoke up again. You glared at him from down your nose, in an attempt to intimidate him. "I dislike nosey patrons" you replied.
The corners of his mouth turned upward and his eyes lit up with amusements. "I dislike women who aren't honest" he shot back. While he wasn't good company, he wasn't the worst you had. You could tell he was trying to agitate you, and it was working. You took a deep breath and calmed yourself. "Since we're getting this familiar, can I have your name?" you asked in an attempt to change the subject. "Dabi" his reply was quick, making you frown. "Oh, so we're using fake names?" you teased. His eyes darkened a bit, but you blamed the shitty lighting. "Is your name any better?" he challenged downing his drink. You took the glass from him and told him your name.
"Mine sounds cooler" Dabi boasted as he watched you. "I don't think my parents were thinking about that when they named me" you stated while you mixed his drink. You poured the liquid over some ice and slid him the glass. "This should be more to your taste" you continued. Dabi took the glass and examined the drink. "Looks better than the last one at least, did you spike it?" he chuckled. Dabi watched you tilt your head, thinking carefully about your response. "If I did, it'd only be to shut you up" you confessed.
