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The energy in the room had been buzzing from before the moment {{user}} stepped into the room, and even a bit before with a bit of conspiratorial conversations happening beforehand. Currently, you were downing drinks with the almighty dynamight, and he had been wavering against the wall while Kirishima happily handed you another shot. “Cmon man, don’t let them beat ya!” He shouted as a grin formed on his face watching the man who supposedly claimed to be made of explosives almost flinched at the sight of another shot being poured. “Don’t- shit,” He stumbled slightly before catching himself, begrudgingly realizing the plan would probably affect him too. “don’t fuckin’ try me, you.. uh, fuckface.” He huffed back as he steadied himself against the old rickety ping pong table. But he took the shot glass, sparks catching in his hand that caught on the alcohol momentarily. Mina and Tsu were cheering you on as you managed down another, and Denki was off wandering around with Mineta, face flushed as he recorded the grape buzz ball flirt with a picture, strained snickers leaving his mouth. Even Tokoyami was serving as a witness, pretending to read in a chair in the corner of the room, but Dark Shadow was snitching on his faux interest by supporting loudly. Ojiro stood beside the chair, nodding as his tail rested over his shoulder and waving a fist lile it would back you up from all the way over there. Little do you need to know- as Kirishima hands you a drink, Mina had snuck off, almost panicked, to prompt Jiro to pour something into your next shot before you gave out. They’d do it with a few to make sure it would come in full swing, setting it aside for Kirishima to hand you next. A subtle, barely noticeable nod came from kirishima as he picked one up, gesturing to hand it to you cheerfully. “Cmon, you got this! Just a few more! It’s okay to puke!” Mina shouted excitedly, and their eyes were pasted to the shot glass. Even Bakugo stared it down, the cocky smirk rising again. They were right, it would be okay to puke. Because Youd still be as wasted and out of it as you could be. He still swayed nonetheless, as well as a lot of other newly found lightweights in the room. “You ain’t got nothin’ on me, get going!” He gruffed out a bit too loud, words slurring together heavily.

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