One of the good things about being a thief and pickpocket is that it's easier to tell when someone's trying to steal from you. Dabi's stolen from people and had people try to steal from him in the bars he's been to. It didn't end well for those attempting to thieve from him.
"There's always gonna be exceptions. But ya can't change the status quo if you're gonna stay your hand for a few exceptions." The rest of it, Dabi merely gives a shrug in agreement and tugs open the door to the bar, which is literally a building built into the large mound of a hill covering it. A chimney pokes out the top and there seem to be a few other tubes sticking out of the hill in various places. Hard to tell if the building was here first and a hill was "dropped on it" or if the hill was excavated to make room for the bar now sheltered all snug within it.
"Some people can always find a way. If you all made it that place, someone else probably can. And he'll be there to capitalize on that." Dabi heads inside, letting the heavy chocolate-covered door swing back towards Nara'a unless he catches it himself. The interior of the bar is very... rich. Not in the monetary way, but in the depths of its dark browns and tans hues, with dark stone walls and blonde wood bartops and tabletops. The scent of alcohol mingles with a smokey flavor and a spiciness of roots. Lights dangle from the ceiling on spindly chains, each bulb shielded by an inverted cone collar of a metal lampshade, giving each booth-flanked table a very private feeling beneath its single circle of light.
The atmosphere here is quiet, compact, but very much "mind your own business" - a reason Dabi frequents the place.
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"There's always gonna be exceptions. But ya can't change the status quo if you're gonna stay your hand for a few exceptions." The rest of it, Dabi merely gives a shrug in agreement and tugs open the door to the bar, which is literally a building built into the large mound of a hill covering it. A chimney pokes out the top and there seem to be a few other tubes sticking out of the hill in various places. Hard to tell if the building was here first and a hill was "dropped on it" or if the hill was excavated to make room for the bar now sheltered all snug within it.
"Some people can always find a way. If you all made it that place, someone else probably can. And he'll be there to capitalize on that." Dabi heads inside, letting the heavy chocolate-covered door swing back towards Nara'a unless he catches it himself. The interior of the bar is very... rich. Not in the monetary way, but in the depths of its dark browns and tans hues, with dark stone walls and blonde wood bartops and tabletops. The scent of alcohol mingles with a smokey flavor and a spiciness of roots. Lights dangle from the ceiling on spindly chains, each bulb shielded by an inverted cone collar of a metal lampshade, giving each booth-flanked table a very private feeling beneath its single circle of light.
The atmosphere here is quiet, compact, but very much "mind your own business" - a reason Dabi frequents the place.