@fiskarnaros​ liked for a starter!
He’s trying really, really hard to keep himself distracted by the terrible music booming through the large speakers and the noise of the obnoxiously incessant chatter of a drunken couple seated nearby but his attempt still has come to naught because the prickling feeling of annoyance and paranoia remains heavy under his sickly pale skin.
He thought he could peacefully have a drink or two at the bar when the place caught his attention half an hour ago but it seemed like that was just asking for too much. Sitting just next to him is a woman who has been stealing glances at him every now and then since she arrived. Normally Dabi wouldn’t have minded the attention seeing that he has gotten used to the sight of his scars earning him a few turned heads but this is just getting ridiculous.
This chick already got a good look at him so why is she still eyeing him?
A fight between two inebriated men had broken out mere minutes ago and Dabi doesn’t plan on following their footsteps by initiating a brawl of his own. Instead of giving her a skin-searing threat, he sighs and downs his drink before finally turning to her direction with a bored frown surfacing on his scarred features— his vision somewhat blurry from intoxication.
❝Didn’t your daddy teach you not to stare at strangers?❞
