Tonight is not the night for fights
Who: Sanji baratiesbest and Zoro threesword
Where: Northern Lights
When: Nov 19, late night.
Rating: PG13-ish for ust pirates
Summary: Two pirates meet in a bar. Awkwardness ensues.
the log:
Say what you will about Sanji but if there was one thing he was an expert at it was to keep himself occupied. Whenever life got too stressful and he needed to clear his head he could always count on work to keep him so busy that he didn't have time to think. Scrubbing dishes had an almost therapeutical effect and organizing inventory did wonders for a disorganized mind.
Until now.
He had gone over the weekly menu at least five times already. Scrubbed every available surface until it was clean enough to eat from. Counted (and re-counted) the cans and assorted grains until he could recite the content of the storage room in his sleep. Planned out the next supply run in minute detail. And despite all this he still couldn't keep his mind from spinning, going back to that seemingly innocent event out by the wharf over and over again.
It was ridiculous. It was nothing, a spar between crew mates that had turned into a moment of quiet contemplation. It was nothing but no matter how hard he tried to convince himself of this his heart kept telling him the complete opposite.
It had been something and that fact alone was difficult to swallow, whatever that something was. Honestly, he didn't want to know and he most definitely didn't want to find out where all this would lead. How it would affect them in the long run. How much further they would change before they could return to some sense of normalcy.
The cook sighed, wiped his hands on a rag. No use in thinking about it, he just had to keep pushing it to the deepest, darkest corners of his mind and keep going. But in order to do that he had to keep himself busy and there was nothing left to do in the kitchen. So with that he headed out to the bar, maybe he could find something there that needed to be done.
Where: Northern Lights
When: Nov 19, late night.
Rating: PG13-ish for ust pirates
Summary: Two pirates meet in a bar. Awkwardness ensues.
the log:
Say what you will about Sanji but if there was one thing he was an expert at it was to keep himself occupied. Whenever life got too stressful and he needed to clear his head he could always count on work to keep him so busy that he didn't have time to think. Scrubbing dishes had an almost therapeutical effect and organizing inventory did wonders for a disorganized mind.
Until now.
He had gone over the weekly menu at least five times already. Scrubbed every available surface until it was clean enough to eat from. Counted (and re-counted) the cans and assorted grains until he could recite the content of the storage room in his sleep. Planned out the next supply run in minute detail. And despite all this he still couldn't keep his mind from spinning, going back to that seemingly innocent event out by the wharf over and over again.
It was ridiculous. It was nothing, a spar between crew mates that had turned into a moment of quiet contemplation. It was nothing but no matter how hard he tried to convince himself of this his heart kept telling him the complete opposite.
It had been something and that fact alone was difficult to swallow, whatever that something was. Honestly, he didn't want to know and he most definitely didn't want to find out where all this would lead. How it would affect them in the long run. How much further they would change before they could return to some sense of normalcy.
The cook sighed, wiped his hands on a rag. No use in thinking about it, he just had to keep pushing it to the deepest, darkest corners of his mind and keep going. But in order to do that he had to keep himself busy and there was nothing left to do in the kitchen. So with that he headed out to the bar, maybe he could find something there that needed to be done.