[ooc: sorry for the delay. i had some family issues come up the forced everything to go on pause. things are good and resolved now, so i'll be back to normal speed.]

"Didn't think so." The instructions aren't clear at all and Dabi orders a drink once the bartender addresses them. Beating the number. All four. Positioning. Who the fuck knows without actually having the game in front of them to learn from. And it takes a custom deck that comes from Nara'a's own homeworld? Yeah, he'll pass on even remotely trying to pick that up.

"A lotta times people say they have power, they don't really. But the more they say it, the more people believe it if they got nothing else to prove otherwise." Dabi rests his arms on the bar, folding them atop each other and letting his hands drape over his elbows. "Take it the Twelve don't care about ya. Cause they're not tryin to break in here and get ya back."

And yes, Dabi would have no problem pitting one pantheon against the other just for the hell of it. Then try to get home during the chaos. Screw what happens around him.