They had a first row table, they were here for you. You were a risqué dancer as they had been told by Compress, they wanted to see for themselves, despite being the notorious villains they were.

Shigaraki enjoyed the feeling of holding a tall, cold drink with his whole hand. Conventional gloves would disintegrate on his hands but Dabi came with the idea of those. They covered his ring and pinky fingers and about half of the palm.

"You were brilliant with these," he chatted idly.

Dabi leaned back on the sofa, spreading his arms over the back. He didn't care about hiding his face here. It wasn't a bar he frequented, because it didn't belong to them, but it won't be any place for heroes or the police.

"Yeah... When did Spinner say it was gonna start?"

Shigaraki checked the time. "Twenty minutes. Maybe we're a bit early, who cares?"

"I care." Dabi was about to sit up and go to the bar for another drink to pass the time. He looked up at the same time as Shigaraki as they heard a woman speaking to a bartender. Another person here early?

As they looked over they saw who they heard Compress did describe a very athletic, lean girl with a bright smile. However, he mentioned a large tattoo on her side, from right above the knee to the waistline. This girl was in leather pants and an ordinary tight tank top. Sure, it gave them a nice view thanks to their height, but not of the tattoo.