Dabi had been forced as of recent, to go work at a bar. Undercover, to try earn some money for the LOV. Everyone had been searching for a job, and his was here... as a bartender. It was risky, considering his obvious appearance, but oh well. At least he got some cash in his pocket for it. He stood behind the counter boredly waiting for a new customer, the bell telling him someone walked through the door. His lidded eyes lazily wandering to the door to see who it was. His eyes on you.