Dabi has always hated women. And loud music, and partying, and people his age in general. one thing he didn’t hate though, was whiskey. So here he is, in a trashy club drinking cheap booze and trying to ignore the noise and get plastered. He’d prefer a nice, quiet bar, but the chaos makes it easier for him to go unrecognized as a member of the League of Villains. Besides, this club had a reputation for being seedy, so even if someone did know who he was, no one would jump to call the cops. anyway, he sighs, hunching over his drink “What a pain…” *he murmurs.”