The Club

Part 5: End of the Night

"Jesus girl, why did you drink so much?"

A section of hair stuck to your face as you tried pulling Ochaco's blackout drunk body up from the employee's room couch. It was the end of the night, meaning you now had to get your drunk friend home somehow. You huffed out a frustrated breath as your arms went shaky and weak, letting Uraraka's dead weight sink back down into the old piece of furniture. She peacefully snored into a plush velvet red pillow. You glared down at her.

She really gets off easy by blacking out huh?

You shook the shakiness out of your arms and dipped them back down, gliding them under Ochako's armpits. You grunted as you tried lifting her weight once again, pulling her upper body slightly off the couch.

Doesn't have to deal with crazy people with fucking needles and a knife...

Your bare feet froze against the cool hardwood floor in the employee's room. You sucked in a breath as you unsuccessfully attempted to drag her body off the couch. The cut on your arm sending shots of aching pain into your fingertips.

Doesn't have to help close the club...

A sad sign left your lips as your muscles gave up and you let your friend/co-worker fall back down into the soft couch.

And now...how the hell am I going to get you in a cab?

Bringing your hand to your head, you ran your fingers softly through your hair. Staring down at Uraraka, your gaze softened.

You and Uraraka were the last employees in the building. After the club had closed for the night, you changed into your comfortable clothes; an oversized blue quarter zip sweater and an old pair of black sweat pants. The sweater hung off your body like a pillow case, ending just past your bum. The sleeves were slightly too long and hung past your hands, but you liked it that way.

Mina and Toru left shortly after the whole "incident" with the dancer that had gotten injured. The rest of the dancers decided they didn't feel safe sticking around tonight, so they left early too. Iida trusted you in locking the club once everyone had left, as he had to run to the police department to fill out papers regarding the assault and go see a doctor about his most-definite broken nose. Tsuyu, Momo, and Izuku offered to help you take Uraraka home, but you reassured them you would be fine on your own (which you now painfully regretted). You two have been working together for years, and you both came up with a system of taking care of each other when you got a little (or a lot) too drunk. You would bring her back to your apartment and let her crash on your bed, while you took the couch. And vise-versa for you at her's. The mornings usually consisted of greasy brunch takeout, Advil's, and lots of laughs about the night before.

Alright. Just gotta get you off this couch, into a cab, and up to my apartment, then we're home free girl. Then it's laying down on a comfy bed...or couch for me...and French fries and waffles in the morning!

Determination ran through your veins as you grabbed onto Ochako's shoulders and pulled her upper body into an upright position. You quickly dug your arms under her armpits and began trying to pull her up with all your strength.

Suddenly, the door to the employee's room busted open. You squeaked and jumped in surprise, thinking this entire time that you were the only person in the building. Your eyes immediately darted to the door and your surprised expression turned into that of confusion. Your brain blanked as you tried to stutter out a sentence.

"B-Bakugou? What are you still doing here? The club closed an hour ago."

The bulky man stood in the doorway with his hands resting in his pockets. "You think I don't know that?! We've been waiting for your weak ass this whole goddamn time! Hurry the fuck up! What are you even doing?! You can't lift this broad up or something?! She looks like she weighs 50 pounds!"