( it's annoying, because it's true--he'd been planning on giving bakugou the runaround, just a little, by telling him to go ahead and head up to the doors of his fancy suite and then, there, letting him realize that he wouldn't be able to get them open with dabi there with him. at that point, he'd be long gone, lost somewhere in the resort; and even if bakugou tried to blow his door open, the staff wouldn't let him. but of course, the kid goes and ruins all his fun--which is why he lets out a long sigh, twisting at the middle to turn back towards the bar.

shakily, the bartender sets a glass in front of him--and he lifts a hand to indicate she should make another. )

Pretty sure a person breathing near you pisses you off, firecracker.

( with another roll of his eyes--he lifts up the glass, but rather than drink from it, he gives it a cursory sniff and stretches his arm out, hooking it towards bakugou instead. it smells deceptively sweet: there's at least a few shots of liquor pooled in the bottom.

his fingers grip the glass, shaking it a little, commanding bakugou to take it. )

Drink yours and we'll go. ( on cue, the bartender places another drink there in front of him, one that he intends to keep for himself. ) I bet there's someone here we can relieve of their belongings, rather than going all the way up to my room...

( with an idle smile, half-formed, as he narrows his eyes at him. )

No birds, since apparently you're afraid of 'em.