Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Pink Drink

The blonde one was quick to fight instantly throwing a right hook. His opponent blocked, however Bakago landed a left swing. That was his name right? Bakago? Shindo made a move for the ribs but it didn't land, using Shindo's momentum Bakuho went to knee him. Shindo's hands came together to block it, but it didn't save him from the hit to his face. They broke away, one untouched and the other already battered.

"He fights mean doesn't he?" Camie whispered leaning over to you, her eyes glimmered with excitement. You weren't sure if it was the kind you wanted to lean into or pull away from.

Mina passed you a drink, it was pink and smelled fruity. "Take a sip," she whispered to you. Her eyes glimmered with the same thing in Camies maybe it wasn't that bad. Reluctantly you took a sip, it was sweet, too sweet maybe, but good. "You like it?" She flashed you a thumbs up and a grin along with a shrug. Come to think of it she was very animated.

You brought your attention back to the fight pink drink now in hand. The two fighters were speaking to one another Shindo come and poise while Bakago? Bakuho? Bakugo was more loud and untamed. He was barking out threats that Shindo was simply taking with a pleasant smile. It was kind of unnerving, Bakugo's behavior was normal for a fighter but Shindo? It gave you the creeps. You leaned over to Camie, bringing your glass to your lips but finding it empty. Damn, "what's up with him?"

"Which one," she answered back.

You had leaned over her to speak to Mina, "another drink." You whispered handing her your empty glass. You sat back in your seat, "the black haired one, sh-Shindo?"

"Oh him, yeah he's a little off wouldn't worry about it too much though." She shrugged crossing her legs before turning back to the fight.

You however didn't care about the fight anymore even with the handsome blonde fighting in the ring. What you wanted was another drink. Your whole face lit up when it finally arrived, easily downing it in three sips, and so came the next one, and the next. Before you knew it the damn fight was over, "that was quick."

"He only does one match," Camie said.

Had you said that out loud? Oops. "Who?" You looked back at the ring moving your head just a little too quickly, the room spun on it's axis.

"Bakugo, the winner?"

"Oh yeah," which one was that again? Eeny-meany-miny-moe...mmm the spiky haired one? Wait they both have that. Ok the... blonde one? Yeah. "Why?"

"I think it's like a pride thing?" She turned to Mina to confirm.

Mina shrugged taking your glass out of your hand. "Hey I was drinking that."

"Why? It's mine," she said. You looked at the empty glasses surrounding you, had you finished your drink already? "Besides," Mina spoke up again. "Your supposed to be singing right now."

"Am I?" You looked around the room again, laughing at how blurry everyone's face was. That was so weird... where you drunk? When was the last time that happened? How many drinks had you had? One, two, three, four, five, six... okay so maybe a few.

"Helloo," Mina waver her hand in front of your face. Oh that made the spinning worse, damn you had to puke. You stood on wobbly legs half stumbling out of the booth. There had to be a bathroom somewhere. "You gotta sing," Mina whispered shouted as she leaned over Camie, her cleavage touching the table.

"Bathroom, be back." You said over your shoulder as you made your way to the restroom. A couple men whistled and a couple woman stared but you weren't entirely sure as to why. As you turned into the hallway you bumped into a wall.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, extra." They growled tsking their teeth at you, ok so maybe it wasn't a wall.

You looked up at him slowly scared that if you moved to fast you might just throw up. Your eyes were heavy and your pupils were blown out. "I'm sorry," you mumbled fixing the strap of your dress.

He kissed his teeth again, "damn deku."

"That's not very nice." You hadn't seen his face just yet, speaking to his collar bone, neck and now jaw.

"Do I look nice?" He leaned forward then sneering at you, finally you looked him in the eyes. Red, huh.

"I-" you yawned. "I think you look pretty," your hands wanted to come up and cup his face but they were too heavy to move.

He pulled out of your face, his still serious but no longer as mean. "You reek of alcohol."

"My friend gave me this pink drink, it was so sweet I didn't realize how much I had." You said bashfully, although truthfully your filter had long gone out the window. "And," you straightened up then. "It's not nice to tell people they stink asshole, you can say it more nicely." You brought a hand to cup your mouth so that you could smell your own breath. It was pretty nasty. "Thank you though." You mumbled stepping aside so that you could walk past him. "I'm supposed to sing in like two minutes, I don't want to but I promised I would. So if you'll excuse me pretty boy I'd like to stick to my schedule and well your eating up my time to throw up."

His face twisted with disguise, nose turning upward. "Don't say it like that pig, the hell's wrong with you? Got no fucking manors?"

"Says the one with the mouth of a sailor." You opened the bathroom door but came to a halt at the threshold. "Hey Mr.Police officer detective sir, I really like my job. I know it's illegal but they let me sing and it pays well."

"You sing?"

You nodded, eyelids falling shut as you stepped into the bathroom. Before you could go any further in it all came up, puking right then and there at the door. Damn, that really fucking sucked.