Senji flew down onto one of the nearby rooftops, taking the old metal staircase down. She used her phone camera as a mirror, to set her horns correctly and pulled a cloth mask over her mouth and nose. Set on her appearance, she pushed open the door in front of her and stepped back into the hidden bar. Shigaraki was seated at the counter, opposite Kurogiri, tapping away at an old laptop. Senji slid onto a stool around the corner from him, peeking toward his screen and smirking at the game he was playing.
"Anything special today?," Kurogiri asked her. He was preparing a glass with a couple of ice cubes. It was supposedly just for appearances, but the man seemed pretty into the bartender angle he had going here. Senji pointed to the shelves on the back, at something bright blue. The man let out a hefty sigh, shoulders slumped.
"You know I can't legally sell you that," he spoke with a slightly distressed tone. Senji stared at him with a dead expression.
"Seriously? You're worried about legality now?," she stared him down for a moment, then fished out her wallet and slapped some cash onto the counter.
"So I didn't buy it. There just happens to be some cash there, in the correct amount for a drink mixed with that. And after a while, I'll just happen to pick up the wrong drink. Shithead," Senji pouted and turned to the side. Kurogiri's eyes became slits for just a second while he thought it over, then he scooped up the cash and started preparing her order.
"A highschooler bickering over booze, huh?," Dabi spoke up. He had entered the bar while the other two were going back and forth over the drink. A small, blonde girl bounced up and took a seat right next to Senji.
"You'd drink too if you had to deal with those assholes," Senji grumbled in reply. She wasn't given any more time to argue with the burnt out man, however, as the girl beside her butted in with a sudden burst of energy.
"Hey, hey! I thought I recognized you before, but aren't you that streamer? What's'er name? Um.."
Senji felt sweat beading up on her forehead at that, and the girl's lack of awareness for personal space. Kurogiri slid her drink over the counter, giving her an excuse to look away from the bright golden eyes and beaming grin. Senji pulled her mask off her face, tossing it onto the counter and sipping her drink while skimming through her phone.
"See! Yeah! It's pretty crazy, huh? Someone famous like you is even here! Hey, let's get a pic!," the girl babbled on and on. Senji sighed, resigning herself to playing nice with this bubbly girl. She posed for a picture, pulling her mouth aside to show her fangs that matched the other girl's.
"What's someone like you doing here, anyway?," Dabi interjected after the embarrassing photo shoot.
"Does it make it better if I have a reason?," Senji glanced over at him. The girl beside her grew engrossed in her phone, humming happily and sipping on some juice.
"Just curious. Seems like an awful lotta work to do just because."
"Hmmmm. Guess I just wanna be free to do whatever," Senji offered a lazy answer. Shigaraki finally finished his match, and closed the laptop. He yawned and picked at the skin on his arm, while Kurogiri slid him a soft drink.
"This place is getting too noisy now," the light-haired man complained. Senji flicked through her phone, tail flicking behind her.
"Got anything actually useful this time?," Shigaraki finally addressed her directly. She took a hearty swig of her drink before answering.
"I do. Y'know there's some sort of summer camp coming up, right?," she started with a sort of question, gauging the reactions around the room.
"They changed the location for that though, yeah?," Dabi spoke up. Senji shook her head, and the others all looked surprised.
"Nope. Some thing doing so would be the same as acknowledging you guys as a real threat. So they're just beefing up security for USJ and staying there," she explained while shaking her glass at Kurogiri behind the bar. The man once again sighed and took the glass to prepare another drink. He slid a glass of iced water over along with the second one.
"A [power play]?," Shigaraki thought out loud, a long-running habit of his.
"Exactly," she confirmed what he was thinking, and took another good drink. The five of them all fiddled with their own things for a while. Their faces were hard to read in the dim light, so Senji feigned disinterest and scrolled through random social media for a while. Toga, the girl to her right, would occasionally interject and they'd show each other interesting stuff they found.
"Oh, yeah. Saw an ad with your face on it a while ago. You a model now, too?," Shigaraki joined the girls' conversation, jumping in with a heavy hitter.
"Uh..sort of? It's more like sponsor work?," Senji hadn't prepared anything for that coming up, and floundered hard. Toga's interest was piqued, and she went all in with more questions.
"Oh my god, a model too? You're super famous! Hey, what kind of fashion are you into then? You're all over the net, for different stuff. How many of those rumors are true?"
"Um," Senji couldn't handle the sudden stream of questions lobbed at her. She glanced at Shigaraki and Kurogiri, but the two had already moved on to some other conversation. Unexpectedly it was Dabi that came to her rescue, in a way.
"So you're pretty famous. But how's that keep going when you haven't streamed for so long?," he asked her something she could answer at least. Sort of.
"Right. Living situation got a little..weird. So streaming's hard to keep up right now. But I still do other stuff, here and there. Tweets an' stuff," she answered before chugging the rest of her drink and standing up. She waved back to them on her way out, pulling up her headphones and leaving in a hurry.