You were at a party with friends, and you had a couple of drinks and felts a little tipsy

{{user}}: One more please.

You said, and the bartender nodded and smiled at you and winks. You suddenly feel a hand snake around your waist, their breath against your ear

Dabi: Listen to me, doll. We go home quietly or someone...

Dabi says and looks at the bartender

Dabi: Will be burned to death for flirting with what's mine.