( there's a soft roll of his eyes, but he doesn't bother getting in the way--it's not like he doesn't know that bakugou is some goody-two-shoes little hero wannabe, which means that of course he'll be adverse to putting anything in his mouth that he doesn't know the origin of, or worse, anything that might have liquor in it; he can only imagine the backlash if he had offered him a cigarette. rather than say anything, he watches, mildly, as the bartender provides the glasses of water, and then scurries off to the other end of the little drink stand as though to put as much distance between herself and the two of them as possible. smart move. rather than go for the water, like he could, he takes his drink in hand, idly giving it a slight stir before he takes a sip from the top. it's decorated the way that bakugou's is also decorated: speared with little fruit slices and even a colorful paper umbrella, giving the illusion that this is some fancy beach getaway.
with a soft breath, he takes another swallow, while bakugou downs the glass of water like he's never had any before. kid lacks manners about as much as he does.
to his benefit, he doesn't laugh, at least, when he splutters around the liquor in the drink. probably hits him hard and fast in the stomach, at least that would be his guess, and damn, who said you had to chug it, little firecracker? his eyes roll up to keep from laughing; he takes another slow swallow, before he drags out the toothpick speared with two chunks of pineapple and a lone strawberry. )
You'll pay me back. ( he repeats it slowly, thoughtfully. ) And how are you gonna do that?
( he lets that silence stretch for a moment, and cuts bakugou off before he can even make up some kind of flustered answer-- )
You get money through fucking. Having sex. Remember that? ( he's not going to say that there are other ways, obviously, that would ruin the fun. ) So how about you just pay it forward?
( he's already grinning, as he brings the toothpick up, catches one of the pineapple chunks with his teeth and spears it away into his mouth. )
If we fuck, then you'll get money. And you can buy your own clothes. How's that work for you?
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with a soft breath, he takes another swallow, while bakugou downs the glass of water like he's never had any before. kid lacks manners about as much as he does.
to his benefit, he doesn't laugh, at least, when he splutters around the liquor in the drink. probably hits him hard and fast in the stomach, at least that would be his guess, and damn, who said you had to chug it, little firecracker? his eyes roll up to keep from laughing; he takes another slow swallow, before he drags out the toothpick speared with two chunks of pineapple and a lone strawberry. )
You'll pay me back. ( he repeats it slowly, thoughtfully. ) And how are you gonna do that?
( he lets that silence stretch for a moment, and cuts bakugou off before he can even make up some kind of flustered answer-- )
You get money through fucking. Having sex. Remember that? ( he's not going to say that there are other ways, obviously, that would ruin the fun. ) So how about you just pay it forward?
( he's already grinning, as he brings the toothpick up, catches one of the pineapple chunks with his teeth and spears it away into his mouth. )
If we fuck, then you'll get money. And you can buy your own clothes. How's that work for you?