[Huh? The hell's getting soft on this guy's face? He jerks an eyebrow towards his bangs, lips curling as if he's about to snarl- then backs off when Dodger focuses again. Che, doesn't need someone going "aw" at his bundled up state. He clicks his tongue irritably when Dodger lands logic on the head.]
No shit. Who wants ice cubes on their fucking neck?! [Sure they can warm those ice cubes up, but you have to put them on warmth first! Bakugo lifts his hand, ready to brush aside the whiskey... but then snags it from the man's hand and brings it to his lips. He's had Fireballs before, and a few shots of wine. What's the harm in-]
GUH! [It hits him like a fucking rock. Right in the throat and sinuses! Bakugo sputters slightly-- but swallows --and pulls a face as he glares death into the bottle.] What the hell is that?!
[He's not a lightweight; he just... doesn't drink much because usually it's fucking gross!]
[New as in... literally anything other than cinnamon whiskey. But at least there's humor on Dodger's face while he takes it back, and knocks back another mouthful without any reaction.]
You're not sober, are you?
[He says it like being sober would be a moral failing.]
That didn't taste like honey! [Tasted like alcohol and burn! Bakugo flicks his tongue across his teeth a few times like he can wipe the flavor away. Then gives up and grabs the nearest water fountain for a guzzle. Better.
Back to the training room while Dodger throws the bottle halfway down his own throat.] Do I sound like a fucking drunk do you, Scruffy?
[Doesn't sound like Dodger's completely sloshed either, being his unspoken point.]
You sound like you don't know how to hold your liquor.
[Which, since they're not sharing, Dodger is just going to drink the rest of the bottle. And once it's empty, he just sets it down somewhere on the floor where it's unlikely to become collateral damage.]
You've got a 'quirk', right? Aren't super-powered beings all supposed to be resistant to alcohol?
[Dodger is, Chobe is, Dabi seems to be, it just makes sense to him.]
I can hold that crap, baka! I choose not to drink it!
[Emphatic on his choice! One drink every once in a while is fine. He found out he liked Fireballs, to a degree. A swig of beer isn't horrible. Better when he gets used to it, but... he never really gets used to it. Drinks too seldom.
He glances at the bottle, wondering why Dodger didn't just vaporize it.]
Alcohol dehydrates you faster. [He lifts his hand and detonates an explosion in his palm.] Why the hell would I make myself weaker over a shitty drink?
[His Quirk lets him exude explosive sweat from his palms. If he's sacrificing his own water to a stupid beer, he's running out of ammo. So on the one hand, yes, his explosions burn off the alcohol in his system faster, similar to Dabi, making it harder to get drunk if he's actively using his Quirk. But on the other hand, he's doubling up on his water, one amount for his explosive sweat, and another amount for the drink making his kidneys work faster.
To be technical. If Dodger wants to know all that. Said far more aggressive and rudely.]
[Not that he'd stop, even if given empirical proof that he's fucking himself up with alcohol. Dodger is loosely aware that his body would probably be even more powerful if he cut out smoking and drinking, but he's been a functional alcoholic for long enough that he just can't picture that. And same goes for all of his other addictions.]
You just didn't strike me as a square, is all.
[That's not entirely true. Bakugo does seem fairly straight-laced, Dodger's just taking an opportunity to tease him. He can't imagine anything worse than raw-dogging reality.]
You think drinking ocean water quenches your thirst too?
[Okay, so it's not nearly as bad as ocean water, but the principle's still there! If Dodger's immune or resistant to alcohol poisoning / body tax, he's free to go for it. Looking at the man's state, however, Bakugo doubts he's doing himself any favors guzzling beer and sucking in cigarettes.
If anything, Bakugo's Quirk grants him several other resistances in exchange. ]
Haa?! I'm not some fucking delinquent! I keep my record clean!
[Sure does act like it though. Sheesh. He stomps into the room proper before pulling his jacket off. Arguing with Dodger's warmed him up somewhat, so that's good.]
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Date: 1/2/26 15:51 (UTC)No shit. Who wants ice cubes on their fucking neck?! [Sure they can warm those ice cubes up, but you have to put them on warmth first! Bakugo lifts his hand, ready to brush aside the whiskey... but then snags it from the man's hand and brings it to his lips. He's had Fireballs before, and a few shots of wine. What's the harm in-]
GUH! [It hits him like a fucking rock. Right in the throat and sinuses! Bakugo sputters slightly-- but swallows --and pulls a face as he glares death into the bottle.] What the hell is that?!
[He's not a lightweight; he just... doesn't drink much because usually it's fucking gross!]
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Date: 1/2/26 20:57 (UTC)[New as in... literally anything other than cinnamon whiskey. But at least there's humor on Dodger's face while he takes it back, and knocks back another mouthful without any reaction.]
You're not sober, are you?
[He says it like being sober would be a moral failing.]
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Date: 1/2/26 21:18 (UTC)Back to the training room while Dodger throws the bottle halfway down his own throat.] Do I sound like a fucking drunk do you, Scruffy?
[Doesn't sound like Dodger's completely sloshed either, being his unspoken point.]
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Date: 1/2/26 21:31 (UTC)[Which, since they're not sharing, Dodger is just going to drink the rest of the bottle. And once it's empty, he just sets it down somewhere on the floor where it's unlikely to become collateral damage.]
You've got a 'quirk', right? Aren't super-powered beings all supposed to be resistant to alcohol?
[Dodger is, Chobe is, Dabi seems to be, it just makes sense to him.]
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Date: 1/2/26 21:50 (UTC)[Emphatic on his choice! One drink every once in a while is fine. He found out he liked Fireballs, to a degree. A swig of beer isn't horrible. Better when he gets used to it, but... he never really gets used to it. Drinks too seldom.
He glances at the bottle, wondering why Dodger didn't just vaporize it.]
Alcohol dehydrates you faster. [He lifts his hand and detonates an explosion in his palm.] Why the hell would I make myself weaker over a shitty drink?
[His Quirk lets him exude explosive sweat from his palms. If he's sacrificing his own water to a stupid beer, he's running out of ammo. So on the one hand, yes, his explosions burn off the alcohol in his system faster, similar to Dabi, making it harder to get drunk if he's actively using his Quirk. But on the other hand, he's doubling up on his water, one amount for his explosive sweat, and another amount for the drink making his kidneys work faster.
To be technical. If Dodger wants to know all that. Said far more aggressive and rudely.]
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Date: 1/2/26 21:57 (UTC)[Not that he'd stop, even if given empirical proof that he's fucking himself up with alcohol. Dodger is loosely aware that his body would probably be even more powerful if he cut out smoking and drinking, but he's been a functional alcoholic for long enough that he just can't picture that. And same goes for all of his other addictions.]
You just didn't strike me as a square, is all.
[That's not entirely true. Bakugo does seem fairly straight-laced, Dodger's just taking an opportunity to tease him. He can't imagine anything worse than raw-dogging reality.]
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Date: 1/2/26 22:03 (UTC)[Okay, so it's not nearly as bad as ocean water, but the principle's still there! If Dodger's immune or resistant to alcohol poisoning / body tax, he's free to go for it. Looking at the man's state, however, Bakugo doubts he's doing himself any favors guzzling beer and sucking in cigarettes.
If anything, Bakugo's Quirk grants him several other resistances in exchange. ]
Haa?! I'm not some fucking delinquent! I keep my record clean!
[Sure does act like it though. Sheesh. He stomps into the room proper before pulling his jacket off. Arguing with Dodger's warmed him up somewhat, so that's good.]
Shut the door! I wanna get hot.