TW: Slight mentioning of scars
~ Bakugo POV ~
I looked down at the bottle spinning, wondering why I even let Kirishima force me into this. He texted me saying how he wanted to throw a party to catch up with everyone after highschool. I honestly only agreed because he paid me $30 to come, and even though I obviously don't need the money, I had nothing else to do with my free time. Win-win, I guess?"Shit."
I muttered under my breath as the bottle landed on me."Alright, Bakubro. Dare or take 3 shots?"
Kirishima asked, looking over at the obviously pissed off Bakugo."Why 3? Howcome others got to take 2?"
I asked, starting to get pissed off. Well, no shit I was pissed off. Just because everyone else are pussys doesn't mean he had to make the rules worse for me."You're the one here with the highest alcohol tolerance."
The red-haired fuckface responded. Fuck him and his shitty hair and rules."What's the dare?"
I asked. I was NOT up to having the worst fucking hangover tomorrow."Sit on someone's lap here for the next 2 rounds."
He responded, smirking.I took 3 shots, trying not to whince so much at the taste. I don't always drink alcohol, and when I do, I tend to drink a lot over long periods of tjme, so basically a lot of small dosages for long periods of time. 3 shots in a row was NOT normal for me. I just had to pray I'd make it home safe tonight, hahah. hah. ha.
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A few rounds passed by, and nothing much happened. Though, Deku didn't drink so much and just did the utterly humiliating dares. He even offered a condom to a child on the street.. I didn't know he would rather do that than take 2 shots. No one did. I guess he's being responsible and staying sober as Iida doesn't seem to be paying much attention to us drunks. Eh.. anyway, why the fuck am I thinking about him so much? He's not worth my time.
"Alright.. and.. it's 2am. You guys want to do another game or start heading out?"
Kirishima asked. His speaking was a bit slurred, but he seemed mostly sober, thank gosh.I, on the other hand, was drunk as fuck. Literally. I took 9 fucking shots over the course of a few hours. How? I don't fucking know. Yeah, I said I had a high alcohol tolerance, but 9 shots is too much. I'm drunk as fuck right now and can't do shit about it. Fuck, how the fuck am I supposed to get back to my apartment now? What was my address again..? Fuck, I can't think straight.. nor walk straight.
"I believe it's best for us to start heading out. We don't want to lose any of our sober or semi-sober companions."
Iida suggested, to which most of them agreed.I sighed, knowing I was fucked. Apparently Kirishima saw my stressed demeanor and tried to help, somewhat.
"Yo, Bakubro. You good? Got any way to get home?"
He asks, looking me in the eye. I can't fucking see, talk, or walk straight."F-yeagh.. I'm better thAn everrrrr-"
I replied, smirking a bit, receiving a weird look from Kirishima."Yeah, right.. do you want to get walked home?"
Kirishima asked. But, I lived pretty far.. an hour walk probably. It'd be faster by car, but who has them as college kids? Especially since our parents don't help provide for us, I doubt anyone here has a car they paid for THEMSELVES."Nahh, I'm cool dudee."
I replied, turning around and bumping jnto something.. hard, and almost tripping. It felt like a fucking counter. But, aren't I in the living room? Where am I?
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BKDK/TDBK ~ Oneshots/Smutshots ~
Romancengl I write when I'm bored, so don't expect scheduled chapters. I do take recommendations/ideas, though.