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.]
[....He actually hadn't thought about it at all, but like hell is he going to admit it. Listen, he's homeschooled, there are a lot of weird gaps in his knowledge.
And there's more important things to focus on, like snorting with amusement at Bakugo's insistence that he's a good kid.]
Got something against delinquents?
[No surprise that Dodger was one, but he never really had a choice in the matter. He was raised by a crime family, so of course he ended up where he is.
It's just an idle tease, though, while he nudges the door closed with his foot and teleports further into the room. Then he gestures for Bakugo to take the first move. The American beckoning sign at first, before he thinks better of it and swaps to the Japanese version.]
[If he's honest, Bakugo's far less concerned about a drink making his sweat less and far more irked the drink would impair his judgement and he'd do something stupid he normally wouldn't. People would see, they're remember, his flawless record and all-important image of reliable perfect strength would get chipped... and he can't accept that.
Dodger snorts at him and Bakugo instantly flips him off without bothering to look.]
I didn't wanna be one.
[That's all. Didn't matter if he acts like a punk and was a horrible bully with an abusive ego to go with it; his grades and skills, his power and results, were all completely indisputable no matter who gave him shit about how he acted. It felt fucking amazing to tell his naysayers to fight against fact.
The door closes and he swipes his jacket from his shoulders, tossing it overhead behind him to land on the console corner. Black sweats and a simple pair of dark tank top and boxer briefs are his choice of wear. As Dodger teleports, Bakugo rolls his shoulder and pulls an arm across his chest, stretching out for final measure.]
Tch. [Arrogant asshole. He instantly blitzes forward, coming in low with a powerful right hook swinging towards Dodger's head. But right before connecting, he opens his hand, unleashes a weaker but brilliant flash, bouncing his hand and body in a backwards twist.
One, to try and blind the American. Two, so his left hand, complete with momentum, can try crashing the real explosion into Dodger's side.]
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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.
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Date: 1/6/26 14:44 (UTC)[....He actually hadn't thought about it at all, but like hell is he going to admit it. Listen, he's homeschooled, there are a lot of weird gaps in his knowledge.
And there's more important things to focus on, like snorting with amusement at Bakugo's insistence that he's a good kid.]
Got something against delinquents?
[No surprise that Dodger was one, but he never really had a choice in the matter. He was raised by a crime family, so of course he ended up where he is.
It's just an idle tease, though, while he nudges the door closed with his foot and teleports further into the room. Then he gestures for Bakugo to take the first move. The American beckoning sign at first, before he thinks better of it and swaps to the Japanese version.]
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Date: 1/6/26 23:41 (UTC)[If he's honest, Bakugo's far less concerned about a drink making his sweat less and far more irked the drink would impair his judgement and he'd do something stupid he normally wouldn't. People would see, they're remember, his flawless record and all-important image of reliable perfect strength would get chipped... and he can't accept that.
Dodger snorts at him and Bakugo instantly flips him off without bothering to look.]
I didn't wanna be one.
[That's all. Didn't matter if he acts like a punk and was a horrible bully with an abusive ego to go with it; his grades and skills, his power and results, were all completely indisputable no matter who gave him shit about how he acted. It felt fucking amazing to tell his naysayers to fight against fact.
The door closes and he swipes his jacket from his shoulders, tossing it overhead behind him to land on the console corner. Black sweats and a simple pair of dark tank top and boxer briefs are his choice of wear. As Dodger teleports, Bakugo rolls his shoulder and pulls an arm across his chest, stretching out for final measure.]
Tch. [Arrogant asshole. He instantly blitzes forward, coming in low with a powerful right hook swinging towards Dodger's head. But right before connecting, he opens his hand, unleashes a weaker but brilliant flash, bouncing his hand and body in a backwards twist.
One, to try and blind the American. Two, so his left hand, complete with momentum, can try crashing the real explosion into Dodger's side.]