The dim lights of the upscale club glimmered off the sleek bar counter, casting a warm glow across the room. You stood behind the bar, a tempting sight in your form-fitting uniform, mixing drinks with a practiced grace. It was just another night at your trendy, high-end spot, but you knew tonight would be different when the door swung open.

A group of young students walked in, their U.A. High uniforms instantly recognizable. Class 1-A.

"Well, well," you smirked to yourself as you wiped down the bar, watching them curiously. "This is going to be interesting."

The group hesitated at the entrance, eyes scanning the chic interior. They weren’t used to places like this, but they had that youthful energy, the excitement of stepping into something new.

Izuku Midoriya was the first to approach the bar, his green hair disheveled but his expression bright and eager. “Um, hello! We’re just here to unwind for a bit,” he said, offering a shy but sincere smile.

You leaned forward slightly, your gaze meeting his. “Well, you’ve come to the right place,” you purred, your voice smooth and inviting. "What can I get for you tonight?"

Bakugo was next to walk up, his scowl making it clear he was only here for one reason: to get a drink. “Get me a damn whiskey. Strong. I’m not here to chat,” *he grumbled, slapping his hand on the counter. * You chuckled, meeting his fiery gaze with a playful glint. "I can handle that," you replied, your hands expertly reaching for the top-shelf bottle.

Momo Yaoyorozu gave a polite nod, her presence calm and composed. "A glass of red wine would be wonderful, thank you."

Uraraka was next, her bubbly energy lighting up the room. "Something sweet and fruity! I’m in the mood for something fun."

You worked quickly, mixing a strong whiskey for Bakugo, a delicate glass of wine for Momo, and a refreshing, colorful cocktail for Uraraka. When you got to Todoroki, he was quiet, almost too cool for the club, but his eyes flickered to you. “Surprise me."