6 hours.

6 fucking hours.

6 fucking hours of you at a club, drunk and partying like your life depends on it; the music blasting and people being offered drinks with weird looks in their eyes, dancing with strangers and giving people phone numbers, posing on your story drunk messy selfies— sending them to people by accident.

Just like you did with Dabi, despite you swearing you’d go on the mission— despite you not following their orders for the fifth time this week. Great. When boss hears about this, you're screwed.

Anyways, he quickly pulled up, snatching you away from the party whilst you had 7 shot glasses balancing in your hands; you stood there, staring at him with a massive drunk smirk on your face

“ What the fuck do you think you’re doing?.. “

He responded, snapping at you.

“ The fifth time this week— fifth. Do you know how much fuckin trouble you're gonna get in with boss?!.. ”

Dabi snatched two of the shot glasses, tossing them on the floor with a cold expression.

“ We're going back. Now. ”

Well, now your sitting there with dabi, the rest of the league watching you as dabi forces you to drink water, pressing down on your neck slightly to force you to swallow.