Believe

Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

Jiro, Denki, Kirishima, Sero, and Bakugo made their ways toward Denki's uncle's diner that was one the corner of a couple of popular stores, they were always getting customers and the best part was Denki's uncle never turned away young talent. Denki and his small band performed On Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays, today was Thursday because the band had to get ready for school, so Denki was hoping his uncle would still let them perform.

"Uncle Jerry!" Denki called as he walked in. Bakugo looked around the diner, it was painted dark colors with lighter colors on the stage sitting in the corner of the diner. Tables littered the place, people eating treats or food. Coffee's and drinks getting sipped as people enjoyed their evening.

"KAMINARI!" Uncle Jerry was a very buff man with blonde hair and a choppy beard to match. He and Denki hugged like they were long lost friends, finally getting reunited. Denki pulled away laughing.

"Hey so," Their band were already getting set up, Jiro slamming on the drums, "We're gonna set up and play a couple-"

"Oh no," Denki's uncle shook his head, he was about to explain how bad of an idea that was until suddenly the door was thrown open, a kid about as tall as Kirishima waltzing in with a couple of kids behind him. The taller kid stopped, glaring at Jiro and Sero.

"Hey jackrabbits, that's our stage," The kid snarled, sneering at them. He had messy white hair, white looking mask on the edge of his eyes. A girl with long orange hair jabbed the kid, sending him a glare.

"Oh dammit," Denki cursed, "I forgot Tetsu Tetsu and his guys perform on Thursday..." Denki rubbed his forehead. Bakugo glared at the kids as they tried to shove them off the stage.

"Kirishima..." Bakugo growled, "Don't let them kick you out."

"Huh?" Denki and Kirishima asked, sending him concerned looks. Bakugo was still fuming from earlier, his looks could kill a full grown man.

"I said," Bakugo growled, "Don't let them kick you out. Go show those guys who're better..."

"Well Bakugo, fair's fair..." Denki pointed out with a shrug. Bakugo looked up at Kirishima, the redhead understanding what Bakugo was getting at. Kirishima grinned widely, walking forward.

"Hey!" Tetsu Tetsu turned around, glaring at Kirishima. "Why don't we have a little sing-off, whoever the audience likes more can stick around a little longer?" Tetsutetsu's eyes lit up with the wager, his grin matching Kirishima's.

"Kendo, start us off," Tetsutetsu said with a sneer. Kirishima jumped up on stage, taking the mic Tetsutetsu offered to him. Kendo picked up a keyboard, playing a song that was performed in the diner way too much.

"Alright alright," Kirishima started off, moving to the music. "Alright alright," Denki jumped up on the stage, Jiro slamming on her drums, "Alright, alright, it's a helluva feeling though, It's a helluva feeling though. Alright, alright, it's a helluva feeling though, It's a helluva feeling though!"

"Who are these people? I just woke up in my underwear. No liquor left on the shelf, I should prob'ly introduce myself. You shoulda seen what I wore. I had a cane and a party hat. I was the king of this hologram, Where there's no such thing as getting out of hand." Kirishima grinned at Tetsu Tetsu, leaning against Denki, "Memories tend to just pop up, Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves. Five-thousand people with designer drugs, Don't think I'll ever get enough,"

Kirishima jumped on a nearby empty table, "Champagne, cocaine, gasoline. And most things in between. I roam the city in a shopping cart, A pack of camels and a smoke alarm.
This night is heating up. Raise hell and turn it up, Saying, "If you go on you might pass out in a drain pipe." Oh yeah,"