He was irritated. Twice and Dabi made a big display about a quaint little bar in Tokyo. However, he wasn't told that it was a Host/Hostess bar. He felt pretty uncomfortable. Of course, he didn't have to have someone accompany him while he drank, but with the money Twice was throwing away at these people, he felt a irritation at the thought of having someone sit at his side and dot on every part of him.

He finally decided on a drink, and Dabi, without his knowledge picked someone for him. He made sure his face showed that he wasn't happy at all about this situation right now. When a familiar sound of ice clanked against some glass he looked up to the sound. Looking directly at you in your casual, but somewhat formal outfit. You slide it over to him before moving to sit next to him.

"What the hell?”