I was at a bar, playing pool. It wasn’t that hard for me, and I could play it by myself. I’d had a few shots of vodka already, so I didn’t think AS well, but I was still good. At least I don’t have to worry about any other shit. As I leaned down to make another shot, I felt someone grab my ass. I quickly turned around and glared at the man that grabbed me.

Todoroki: Ay! Watch it, bub. I say flatly with a hint of annoyance. What the fuck is he thinking? That I’ll be easy cause I’m high?