~ A drunken mishap ~ BKDK

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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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