Hail Oda, full of grace...
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chibi_trillianI have done my canon penance and my anti-angst penance. There's not even slash in this. It's probably boring.
Title: Interesting Times
Series: One Piece
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for language and impending asswhupping.
Summary: A quiet drink with your nakama in a bar. Or not.
Zoro sighed contentedly and smiled. Fortunately, he had a large mug of beer to hide it in.
This was their last night in this town. The lock post had set earlier today, all they were waiting for was the tide. Naturally, he’d headed out for one last drink without that shitty chef grumping over his shoulder about him drinking the good booze or bitching about him putting his feet on the galley table.
Just as naturally, the rest of his nakama had followed him.
Okay, so maybe Robin had been in here playing cards before he arrived, and maybe the Love Cook had already been present and flirting with the pretty barmaid that he’d taken upstairs an hour ago. Still, the rest of these idiots had definitely followed him.
Okay, so maybe he’d followed Nami to get here without winding up in someone’s turnip field wondering where the hell the town went. Still, the idea had been his, dammit.
Speaking of Nami, she and Usopp should probably never team up again. For the protection of the rest of the world, if nothing else. The guys they’d been sharking at darts were looking about ready to go ballistic. Zoro wondered idly if Usopp was going to see more than a tiny fraction of that pile of cash. He was willing to bet that that long-nosed moron had agreed to some insanely small cut (like five percent, which was what he’d gotten last time) just because he got to show off his marksmanship in public.
Nami laughed airily as Usopp scored another perfect bullseye without trying. Usopp then innocently handed the darts off to his opponent, and the big redheaded bastard on the left began to twitch. Zoro sensed a barfight in his immediate future.
Well, if even Nami and Usopp hadn’t been playing with fire over by the dartboards, the four men Robin was playing poker with were sure to erupt into violence as soon as they figured out that she was counting cards. The brightest-looking one, the one with the sunglasses, already had a suspicious look on his face, and Robin’s mysterious little smile and persistent habit of winning wasn’t helping. The thing with Robin was that Zoro trusted her to at least take care of herself in a barfight, even if he trusted her in nothing else. The liar and the thief, on the other hand, usually needed all the help they could get.
Another glance down to that end of the bar. Yup. The carrot-top was about an inch from giving Usopp a black eye. Zoro decided to let him; it would build the younger man’s character. After that initial punch, the man would pay for laying hostile hands on Zoro’s nakama, but he was going to get his first slug in free unless Usopp caught him first.
Luffy laughed softly next to him, and Zoro looked at his captain. Luffy was wearing that big, shit-eating, “my nakama are happy and so am I” grin. He pushed his hat back, and there was enough mischief burning in those bright black eyes to put Nami to shame. Luffy probably wouldn’t have actually picked a fight here, but fights started around these idiots anyway.
Sanji would defend some girl’s negotiable virtue a little too strongly, or Nami and Usopp would grift off the locals and get caught at it, or somebody would annoy Zoro (for some reason, there were idiots out there that took pleasure in being on the receiving end of pain and therefore insulted the strongest-looking guy in the bar until he was obliged to thrash them on principle), or somebody would elect to pick on Chopper or tell them animals weren’t allowed in this establishment. The last one tended to end up in the bar needing serious repairs.
Chopper, exasperated doctor face on, would probably have the Going Merry ready to sail by the time they came back. Well, provided that he hadn’t gotten wrapped up in those new medical books of his. If he had lost himself in a book and unpleasantness followed them out of the bar and down the street, they’d have an interesting time getting out of here. Then again, “interesting times” just about summed up life with the Strawhats. Wasn’t there some South Blue curse about that?
Usopp threw a dart casually over his shoulder and pegged the bullseye, and the red-haired meat slab snapped and pulled back his fist. Zoro slammed down his mug, grinned at his captain, and waded into chaos to go rescue his nakama.
Title: Interesting Times
Series: One Piece
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for language and impending asswhupping.
Summary: A quiet drink with your nakama in a bar. Or not.
Zoro sighed contentedly and smiled. Fortunately, he had a large mug of beer to hide it in.
This was their last night in this town. The lock post had set earlier today, all they were waiting for was the tide. Naturally, he’d headed out for one last drink without that shitty chef grumping over his shoulder about him drinking the good booze or bitching about him putting his feet on the galley table.
Just as naturally, the rest of his nakama had followed him.
Okay, so maybe Robin had been in here playing cards before he arrived, and maybe the Love Cook had already been present and flirting with the pretty barmaid that he’d taken upstairs an hour ago. Still, the rest of these idiots had definitely followed him.
Okay, so maybe he’d followed Nami to get here without winding up in someone’s turnip field wondering where the hell the town went. Still, the idea had been his, dammit.
Speaking of Nami, she and Usopp should probably never team up again. For the protection of the rest of the world, if nothing else. The guys they’d been sharking at darts were looking about ready to go ballistic. Zoro wondered idly if Usopp was going to see more than a tiny fraction of that pile of cash. He was willing to bet that that long-nosed moron had agreed to some insanely small cut (like five percent, which was what he’d gotten last time) just because he got to show off his marksmanship in public.
Nami laughed airily as Usopp scored another perfect bullseye without trying. Usopp then innocently handed the darts off to his opponent, and the big redheaded bastard on the left began to twitch. Zoro sensed a barfight in his immediate future.
Well, if even Nami and Usopp hadn’t been playing with fire over by the dartboards, the four men Robin was playing poker with were sure to erupt into violence as soon as they figured out that she was counting cards. The brightest-looking one, the one with the sunglasses, already had a suspicious look on his face, and Robin’s mysterious little smile and persistent habit of winning wasn’t helping. The thing with Robin was that Zoro trusted her to at least take care of herself in a barfight, even if he trusted her in nothing else. The liar and the thief, on the other hand, usually needed all the help they could get.
Another glance down to that end of the bar. Yup. The carrot-top was about an inch from giving Usopp a black eye. Zoro decided to let him; it would build the younger man’s character. After that initial punch, the man would pay for laying hostile hands on Zoro’s nakama, but he was going to get his first slug in free unless Usopp caught him first.
Luffy laughed softly next to him, and Zoro looked at his captain. Luffy was wearing that big, shit-eating, “my nakama are happy and so am I” grin. He pushed his hat back, and there was enough mischief burning in those bright black eyes to put Nami to shame. Luffy probably wouldn’t have actually picked a fight here, but fights started around these idiots anyway.
Sanji would defend some girl’s negotiable virtue a little too strongly, or Nami and Usopp would grift off the locals and get caught at it, or somebody would annoy Zoro (for some reason, there were idiots out there that took pleasure in being on the receiving end of pain and therefore insulted the strongest-looking guy in the bar until he was obliged to thrash them on principle), or somebody would elect to pick on Chopper or tell them animals weren’t allowed in this establishment. The last one tended to end up in the bar needing serious repairs.
Chopper, exasperated doctor face on, would probably have the Going Merry ready to sail by the time they came back. Well, provided that he hadn’t gotten wrapped up in those new medical books of his. If he had lost himself in a book and unpleasantness followed them out of the bar and down the street, they’d have an interesting time getting out of here. Then again, “interesting times” just about summed up life with the Strawhats. Wasn’t there some South Blue curse about that?
Usopp threw a dart casually over his shoulder and pegged the bullseye, and the red-haired meat slab snapped and pulled back his fist. Zoro slammed down his mug, grinned at his captain, and waded into chaos to go rescue his nakama.
