You awoke the next morning parched and with a pounding headache. Groaning you rose from your bed and walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water and some aspirin. You looked around your small one bedroom apartment and for once were relieved you lived alone as there were no roommates to bother you in your hungover state. Mercifully, today was Sunday and you had all day to recover.
You walked to the bathroom intent on showering and getting ready for the day despite your headache. You turned the faucet on the shower and stuck your hand to make sure the temperature was warm enough. You felt uneasy for some unknown reason and your gut told you that you shouldn’t be showering but you pushed away the feeling writing it off as part of your hangover. You stripped and stepped into the warm stream of water and started to wash up. Just as you were about to get done you jumped when you heard a loud crash in the living room. Panic gripped your throat as you abruptly cut off the shower before reaching quickly for the towel on the bar next to you. You wildly looked around for some sort of weapon before you went to investigate the noise. You cursed when you found nothing worth your time except your hairbrush. Breathing heavily, you tried to calm yourself down by thinking of alternative explanations to the crash that resounded from your living room.
Gripping the brush tightly in one hand you steeled your nerves and stepped out carefully into the hallway. Your breath came in shudders as you sidled along the wall towards the living room. You raised your hairbrush and got ready to whack any intruders that dared enter your home. A savage scream getting ready to build in your throat, you jumped out and looked frantically around the room before landing on a very nonchalant green haired man who had very obviously tripped over the coffee table. He glanced over at you before getting up.
“What the hell are you gonna do with that? Brush my hair to death?” He laughed loudly.
“Zoro?!? What the hell dude!? You scared the shit out of me!” You punched him repeatedly in anger.
“Ow ow! I’m sorry!”
After catching your breath and calming down, you thought about the situation and found it hilarious. You and Zoro laughed for a good 5 minutes before calming down once more.
“You should get dressed.” Zoro said and scratched his cheek while blushing and looking away a little. You scoffed at the tint on his cheeks, “Oh now you’re shy? You sure weren’t when you were breaking into my apartment. Anyway, make yourself at home.”
You walked into your room, pulling on a pair of shorts and a tanktop. You walked back out to see Zoro flipping through channels on the TV absentmindedly.
“What are you doing here anyways? You never visit me.” You pointed out before grabbing some orange juice out of the fridge.
“What, I can’t check up on you after that whole fiasco last night?” He stood up from the couch and walked to the counter. You leaned against the fridge and smiled at him sheepishly. “Well I guess you can. I just forgot I gave you the spare key is all.”
“I just thought we should go out to get some food and catch up. A club isn’t really the best place to talk about that sort of stuff.” He replied reaching your cup filled with orange juice. You slapped his hand away and drained the glass. He scowled at you while you simply stuck your tongue out.
Thinking lightly you responded with, “Yeah that sounds good, let me go get changed AGAIN.” He was waiting by the door when you were finally ready to go. He opened it and let you walk out first before shutting it behind him and locking it with his key. One lone figure watched from afar, fists tightening in barely controlled rage.
Leading you to his black mustang he opened the passenger door for you. You looked at him in surprise and a wide smile appeared on your face. The unknown man slammed his fist into the wall when he saw you smile at the man. He would get to you and make you his if it was the last thing he ever did. With that in mind, a sick smile twisted across his face as he walked to his car, preparing to follow you.
“You’re being surprisingly polite today, what’s gotten into you?” You asked when he got in. He just grunted and started up the car. The two of you chatted briefly while driving and soon he pulled into a high class restaurant parking lot.
“The Baratie? I’ve never even heard of this place.”
“That blond haired idiot works here and he may suck at everything else but he’s a decent cook.” He begrudgingly said, walking through the front doors.
You followed him in and replied, “My, my, you’re full of surprises today aren’t you? You don’t often compliment someone like that.”
The two of you were quickly ushered into a booth by the window. You looked around nervously and in a hushed voice said, “Are you sure you can afford this place? It seems pretty nice.” He shot you an offended look to which you grinned and put your hands up to show you meant no harm.
“Welcome to the Baratie, beautiful miss____ and idiot mosshead. Can I take your order?” You looked up and saw a familiar head of blond hair and happily greeted Sanji.
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