The rooftop bar was lively. The air was crisp as people talked amongst themselves. Gojo only came because Shoko said she’d buy him free drinks and who was he to turn down free stuff?

He had to admit though; it wasn’t an overwhelming, loud club. But a calmer atmosphere as he sat at a circular table with Shoko, Suguru and Utahime. Work was hectic for them all and Shoko had finally said screw it, urging everyone to get drinks.

“I’m off to get a drink!” Gojo blurted out, a look of amusement on his face as he strode towards the bar, hands in his pocket.

A menu laid on the bar counter as he looked down at it, lifting his sunglasses up a bit to read it more thoroughly.

“So how’s the pineapple margari-“ He stops his words abruptly, peering up at you with lifted glasses. He looked you up and down, his face in awe and slight amusement as you leaned over the counter waiting for him to order. Were rooftop bartenders always this attractive? It was starting to feel hot but he didn’t let it break his carefree demeanor as he hit you with a corny, flirty joke.

His eyes scan your name tag and then back to your face tugging at his collar sheepishly. “You know that one T-Pain song?”