The lady seated the two of you and menus were bought out.
“So uh… what do you want?” Dabi asked as he looked over the menu.
“Uhhhhh…” you hummed undecidedly, eyes darting around the menu as you read the food items.
“What the fuck is a foie gras???” Dabi suddenly asked. “The fuck? I just want some nuggets.”
“Same.” You said with a chuckle, “I can’t even pronounce half of this stuff.”
“You know what? Fuck it, let’s just get drunk on the house wine and get nuggets from down the road.” Dabi said as he slammed the menu shut. “I’ll call for them.”
He raised his hand and a pompous waiter arrived to take Dabi’s order.
“Uh, yeah, can we get a bottle of the house red?” Dabi asked as he slung an arm back over the back of his chair, head rolled casually to the side as he eyed the waiter.
“O-Of course, monsieur, and to eat?” The waiter asked.
“We’re good for now.” Dabi replied with a smirk.
The waiter nodded and walked off, whispering something to another waiter nearby as he went to the bar.
“Bet he’ll ask for ID.” Dabi grunted, “I left mine at the villa.”
“Same.” You replied.
“When he comes back, I’ll grab the wine and we’ll make a run for it, yeah? Meals already been paid for anyway.” Dabi commented as his turquoise eyes watched the waiter returning with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
You smirked deviously and pushed your chair out a little so you’d be able to make a quick escape.
The waiter walked over and placed the glasses down on the table before showing Dabi the wine label on the bottle.
“Yeah, fine.” Dabi replied gruffly.
“Pardon, Monsieur, may we see some identification?” The waiter asked.
“Yeah sure.” Dabi replied as he reached into his back pocket.
The waiter looked away for a split second and in that moment Dabi grabbed the wine bottle from the waiters hand and took off.
“Go babe!” Dabi yelled as he took off with you right behind him.
“Stop!” The waiter screamed as you both bolted for the doors and raced outside.
“Yeaaahhh!!” You screamed with excitement, laughing loudly as the two of you ran back to your villa. “Worth it!”
“Wine and nugget night!” Dabi yelled as he ran.
“Because we’re classy like that.” You
commented as you sprinted beside him.
“Hold still!” Dabi said sharply as he bent his lips down to your bare stomach.
“It tickles!!” You screeched with laughter, pushing his head away.
“I want my nuggets, libero.” Dabi growled as he tried to grab the nugget in his teeth.
You and Dabi were on your second glass of wine and were starting to feel a lot looser. He had bought some nuggets from a nearby corner shop and you were now eating nuggets of each other’s bare bodies.
“That’s my nugget!” You screeched as he pulled one out of the box and went to eat it.
You got up and pounced on his chest, grabbing his hand and eating it out of his palm before giving him a wide grin with nugget between your teeth.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” He replied as he did a half sit up and kissed your crumb laced lips as you shut your mouth and munched on the nugget, “marry me.”
“One day.” You replied through your mouthful.
“Where would you want to get married?”
“I’d just elope with you.” Dabi replied as he took another nugget from the box.
“I thought you were going to say at the local KFC store or something.” You replied with a laugh.
“That’s plan B if eloping doesn’t happen.” Dabi replied with a smirk.
You reached for your wine glass and took another sip, smiling down at your man under you.
Another 2 hours passed and you were both well and truly drunk, singing and laughing at absolutely nothing as you lay side by side on the bed.
“Wait…. wait…” Dabi said seriously, “have you ever thought that the best part of the cucumber… tastes like the worst part of a watermelon??”
You stayed still, staring at the ceiling.
“What the fuck?!” You whispered in surprise, “shit, you’re right?”
“And if Cinderella’s shoe fit perfectly, how did it fall off?” He asked seriously again.
“How high are you?” You laughed.
“Little over 6 ft.” He said bluntly.
You cackled again and rolled onto your side, kissing his gnarly cheek. You pulled back and looked at his scars, running your fingers along the keloid lines.
“I really wanna know how he got these but I won’t ask.” You thought as you pulled your hand away and snuggled into him, ignoring your desires to ask.
“He did it.” Dabi suddenly said in a low voice.
“Who did? Who did what?” You asked as you pulled your head back and frowned at him, confused.
“He tied me up in the shed.” Dabi said in a raspy, emotional voice, “then poured petrol over me…”
“Oh… oh my gosh… Dabi…” You gasped, suddenly realizing he was talking about how he got his burns, “n-no please don’t continue… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You wailed softly as you climbed on top of him and kissed along his lips and all over his scarring. “I’m so sorry he did that… it was your dad, hey?”
Dabi nodded stiffly, allowing you to kiss his scars.
You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him all over while he just lay there, occasionally patting your head.
“Come here.” He said after a while, gripping your chin to pull you down to his lips again. “I don’t know if it’s the wine talking but you’re fucking amazing and I love you.”
His brutal honesty broke you and you cried as the two of you kissed messily, rolling on the bed as you exchanged who was on top.
Around 3am you both fell asleep, completely naked as you had intended to have sex but fell asleep before either of you could continue, empty wine bottle on the table nearby and nugget crumbs in the bed with one last nugget in the box at the end of the bed.
The next morning you woke to someone banging on the door.
“Coming.” Dabi grunted as he got up, completely naked as he walked towards the door.
“DABI! Your clothes!” You called, gripping your head as you sat up quickly.
“What? OH SHIT.” He grunted as he quickly grabbed for a lounge cushion to cover his front.
“Nooooo, what the fuck!” You laughed, “don’t open the do—,”
“What’s up.” Dabi grunted as he opened the door, pillow over his crotch.
“You’r—OH GOD!?” The lady gasped as she quickly turned away, “You were supposed to be out by 10am and it is now 12PM!” The lady said sharply, “Please put a pillow, I mean, clothes on… and leave so that we can set up for the next occupants.”