[If he thinks it's a dream, he'll be woken up by reality pretty quickly, even if Bakugo's not the one blasting him to snap his damn eyes open. Most people probably think, or hope, this is a dream at first, and many who say they didn't are fucking liars. Bakugo thought it was for a few days before finally having to admit it was real. Then he had to figure out how the hell it affected his life back home, and the results of that were... a mixed bag.

While the casino likes making money, it's not some chore, and the hotel wants people to have fun while they play around. Who's gonna enjoy fucking if they're miserable and slogging all the time? Bakugo's gonna wanna know about that secret dealer's room at some point. His expertise in the resort tends to revolve around certain locations, the statues, and theories on their homeworlds. He tends to avoid "shady" things, definition flexible.]

I don't even fucking know you. [And while he's definitely eased up on sleeping with other people, Bakugo prefers having some time to know them a bit before jumping into bed with them. Unless they get dumped into bed with him, which results in an explosion and decidedly not sex. He finally arrives at a neat restaurant with a simple, traditional design and bar, colored greens and grays with a heavy influence of reds, maroons, mahogany, and other ruddy colors. The Red Cardinal has its name for a reason.]

If you're gonna go out to eat, come here. It's one of the few places that doesn't have to deal with the resort's bullshit.