@freckledfanboy asked: [drunk] your muse takes care of my drunk muse. Meme || Accepting
This... Was something that Bakugou had least expected to happen. He wasn’t even sure how he was roped into the whole ordeal. One moment, one of his idiots had mentioned something about a ‘dorm party’ and before he even had the chance to deny them let alone get away he was suddenly being dragged along and having a red solo cup shoved into his hands and being told to relax and have fun. From what he could vaguely remember, someone had suggested a party ‘like in those American movies’ and suddenly the squad had set out to make it a reality and brought him in after all the planning was done. Why he didn’t just turn around and leave right then and there is a mystery even to himself, but here he was. Who knows how many drinks in after resigning himself to the couch as he watched the idiots all playing typical party games. He wasn’t going to step anywhere near that with a 10 foot pole. God only knew what they could come up with. But it was starting to dawn on him... That his head was starting to feel a little funny. He felt sluggish, and there was no real bite to him anymore. The only problem was when he went to stand he nearly did a faceplant. Had it not been for the nerd standing near him that he used to catch his fall, practically gripping onto Deku as he righted himself on unsteady legs. “Ugggh... Fuuuck...” He groaned, shaking his head as the alcohol was making his brain foggy. “Why the hell are the drinks so damn far...”