Delivery Boy 2.1
Chapter Two: From Mr. Prince
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji, Mihawk, Perona, Nami, Robin, Shanks, Luffy, Usopp, Franky, Boa, and Brook.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Language, manly love, OOC-ness. Crack in general.
Summary: Zoro is a delivery boy, and Sanji places orders online. When the website goes down Sanji has to place an order in person. Soon after he finds himself visiting the store to place more orders than usual.
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Chapter One
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The receptionist was giving him that befuddled look again. Every time he walked in through the glass sliding doors, she would look up from her computer hiding behind the tall walls of her desk, perfect for checking facebook without anyone ever knowing, and gave him that perplexed look.
She would look him up and down, eyes wandering from the flower arrangement in his hands to his hair, which she and so many other people thought was weird, then raise an eyebrow and pretend to go back to checking her friend’s updates, her eyes still stealing glances at him.
He sighed and stood in front of the elevator awkwardly, trying to ignore her stares, the very same look she gave him every time he walked in with a huge boutique of flowers. As if the flowers were literally from him. He wondered if she knew he was just the delivery boy.
He had always silently thanked Mihawk and Shanks for not forcing him into a uniform, but sometimes there was confusion from the dumber broads, asking if the flowers were from him. Because complete strangers knew where you worked and gave you birthday arrangements. Then he always had to tell them he just doing them the favor of delivering it to them for someone else.
He snorted, well if she thought he was her boyfriend she had the right to stare, giving this many flowers to a girl was just stalker material even if you were dating. The chime for the elevator greeted him and he walked in, mindful not to slap people with the stray foliage. He waved at her as the elevator door closed, earning himself a nice eyebrow raise.
Robin worked on the tenth floor where she worked as a columnist for the newspaper. He zigzagged his way through the maze of desks and cubicles, walking towards Robin where she sat near the window, close to her boss’s office. She saw him as he was getting closer and waved, that soft smile on her face.
He liked seeing Robin. She was calm and collected, and always had something interesting to tell Zoro. She didn’t annoy him like most people did, so he respected her well enough.
“Happy Birthday,” he smiled at her.
“Oh you shouldn’t have Zoro-san,” she joked.
He placed it on the corner of her desk after she moved some papers out of way, stacking them into a neat pile and placing it on top of another stack. “It’s your lucky day,” he looked at her, “from the prince.”
She arched an eyebrow in amusement and looked over the arrangement, her face revealing nothing and extended her hand to retrieve the card; opening it and laughing softly. She looked up at Zoro, “you read this I presume?”
“Worst. I wrote it down for him.”
“You have nice writing.”
“You know that’s not my writing,” he snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. “Like I would write in pink.”
She kept smiling at him but didn’t say anything on the subject. “I was under the impression that he ordered these online.”
“Website’s down. You had to either call or come in to place an order.” He gritted his teeth at the memory, “he was picky as hell when he was looking for an arrangement.”
Robin smiled, “so you finally met him.” She put the card down gently on her table, “now you and Nami can have more in dept conversations about him I’m sure.”
“I’m sure.”
She looked around her office, craning her neck to try to see something, “looks like your assistant isn’t here today.”
“He went to school,” he sighed. He didn’t want to admit it, but he missed the little monkey. “For once,” he added, grumbling.
She crossed her legs under her desk, “though I’m happy he’s attending for once, I must admit I love his visits.”
“You and your office. Hancock seems to have a thing for him,” he nodded his head towards her direction. “A creepy thing,” he shuddered.
She smiled at Boa’s general direction who was paying more attention to her reflection in her compact mirror than her computer. They both watched as she applied more foundation on her pale cheeks, a picture of herself and Luffy pinned to the walls of her cubicle.
“She does,” Robin mused.
They both looked away when Boa finished applying the finishing touches on her face and winked at the picture.
“Oh Zoro-san,” Robin broke the silence that had fallen since being disturbed by Hancock. “Since you’re here, I wanted to invite you,” she bent over to grab her purse that was under her desk, grabbing it and setting it in her lap, sticking her hand in to pull out a white envelope. It had his name written in nicer more elegant writing than Perona’s and handed the envelope to him.
He took it, nodding his thanks and tearing apart the envelope, reading the card that was inside.
“It’s to my birthday party,” she smiled at him, “I would have called and just told you where it was, but I had the feeling I would be seeing you this week.”
He snorted, looking over the directions. Unfortunately it wasn’t a street he recognized.
“I hope you can make it. Your friends Luffy and Usopp can come as well,” she placed an elbow on her desk and leaned on it, “Luffy is very lively, so different from other people, I hope he can make it too.”
He grinned a little, still looking down at the card, “yeah Luffy’s that way,” he murmured almost to himself. He lifted his eyes to look at Robin, “Yeah, he’ll probably go.” He reassured her, “he wouldn’t miss a party.”
“I was hoping to hear that.”
He pointed at Boa, “is uh, she invited too?”
Robin smiled, “I did. She said she’ll make it if Luffy goes.”
Zoro chuckled, “right.”
“It’s a small gathering, nothing that will make you uncomfortable,” she threw him a playful look.
“As long as there’s booze nearby,” he stated bluntly, hiding a smirk.
“I’ll make sure to have a bartender just for you.”
He grinned at that.
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When Zoro made his last delivery he went back to Kuraigana Boutiques to pick up Perona and lock up the shop, Perona informing him that Shanks and Mihawk had left early for a business dinner. They were both quiet for about thirty seconds before they both burst into laughter. After that they both got into his truck, Zoro barely able to control the shit-eating grin from growing on his face.
Zoro had finally found the solution to his problem, and he really couldn’t imagine why he didn’t think of it before. He plugged his mp3 player in, and picked the playlist he had made the night before. The playlist consisted of purely Japanese music, now Perona wouldn’t be able to sing along. The first artist on the list was Gackt, and he directed his mad grin in Perona’s direction.
She frowned at him, “I don’t know what he’s saying.”
He smirked, “that’s exactly the point.”
They went to Wendy’s for dinner, neither of them wanting to go home and make something. Perona’s skills in cooking were horrific, Mihawk forever banning her from the kitchen and Zoro’s cooking skills were basic, only having learned to make pasta and sandwiches.
While Perona was picking at her salad, moving the tomatoes to one side, Zoro asked her, “What’s a good present to buy for a woman?”
Perona dropped her fork, her eye growing wide, taking him in as if for the first time. She made a face as he stuffed forkfuls of baked potato into his mouth, frowning at her while he chewed and awaited her answer. She cocked her head to the side, “are you dating someone?”
“No stupid, it’s a birthday present.”
“My birthday is not for another three months.”
“It’s not for you.”
“You know other women?”
Zoro threw one of her French fries at her while she laughed in that annoying way of hers, “horo horo horo!” When she settled down she wiped the tears from her eyes, worried it might ruin her make-up, “so do you like her or something?”
“Once again, no stupid.”
She frowned at him and continued with her previously forgotten meal, “you’re no fun.”
He rolled his eyes, “whatever. What’s a good present for a woman’s birthday?”
She paused, thinking about it, “cute things.” She nodded, like she had come up with something brilliant. It was something Zoro expected her to say, so he wasn’t even angry about it.
“Other than that. What would you want as a present?”
She didn’t answer him, just put her boney elbow on the table and rested her chin on it, chewing her salad thoughtfully, “a boyfriend who gives me lots of kisses,” she nodded, “and shopping money.”
He gave her a look from under his brow, “Like I can give her that.”
“I don’t see why not,” she failed to hide her mirth as she tried to take a sip of her soda. She eventually couldn’t hold it in and just spit the soda on Zoro.
He groaned, grabbing her napkins and patting down his shirt, “I don’t even know why I asked you.”
“Like I said, you don’t know any other women.”
“I know other women,” he said, looking insulted, “I just don’t hang around them as much,” he grumbled as he continued to try to dry his shirt.
“Horo horo horo,” she laughed again, earning herself another greasy French fry thrown at her.
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They walked through the front door, where Zoro almost tripped on Sprinkles again. He growled at Sprinkles like he was a rabid dog then turned to Perona, “why do you have so many cats?!”
She picked up her little fur ball, holding it close to her chest, more for it’s protection than anything else, “they’re cute!” she argued, petting the little menace, “something you wouldn’t know about.”
“All I’m saying is why can’t you have one cat like Mihawk?”
“One cat is no fun! Plus I think you’re just jealous that you don’t have a cat. You should totally get one.”
“I prefer dogs,” he said, self consciously patting the spot where the soda stain from earlier was, “it’s the only reason why I can tolerate Peanut.”
Peanut was the pet Chihuahua Perona had, one of her many, many pets. Peanut was the only animal in the house he could tolerate because, well, he loved dogs. And though Sprinkles didn’t scratch and hiss at him half as much as Dracula did, he still hated the stupid thing.
“Then get your own pet.”
“I would, but the German Sheppard I wanted was ‘too big and would scare the cats,’” Zoro said, imitating Mihawk.
Perona frowned, “well Whiskers is pregnant, maybe you can have one of her kittens.”
Zoro groaned, his statement about wanting a dog going on deaf ears. He went upstairs to go to his room, where he planned on calling Nami and asking her what he should give to Robin. He just only hoped she wouldn’t charge him for that information.
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It was Saturday, the day of the party. It was barely noon so Zoro still had time to do other things before he had to get going. He had just finished mowing the front lawn so now he was in the back yard, mowing that grass. The sun was beating down really hard on him so Zoro had lifted his shirt over, leaving it on his head so now the shirt served as a turban.
Perona and Mihawk were outside with him, each doing their own thing. Mihawk was sitting in the lawn chair outside. Zoro kept having to pick up Mihawk, lawn chair and all, to move him over when he had to mow the grass underneath the man. Afterwards he would move him back in place, Mihawk not even disturbed like the princess that he was. He was wearing another flower printed silk button down shirt, leaving it open and unbuttoned with his legs crossed over each other in a feminine manner, sipping on a glass of wine while reading his newspaper. Around his neck was a huge crucifix that would have made any Catholic envious. Until they realized it was really a dagger that is.
Perona was prancing around in a pair of shorts and watering her plants, humming to some song. There were pots scattered all over the porch and she also had hanging pots dangling from the roof, always saying it would give more color to the place. Afterwards, when she was done with that, she tended to her pet bunnies. They were in a cage on the porch, Mihawk and Zoro had complained they smelled too bad and ordered her to keep them outside since there were enough animals inside already.
Her two bunnies, Dot and Mimi, were the fattest things Zoro had ever seen. She overfed them and they were so obese their furry fat was sticking out from the small squares of the cage, the white and gray fur looking like bubbles rising from the steel cage. It was less of a cage and more of a corset for the plumpy fur balls; to make sure they don’t get any bigger than that. A sort of prison for them, the poor bastards.
Perona looked at Zoro, who was mowing around the tree in the corner of the yard, going around it two more times than he should have, probably not even noticing. “Hey Zoro! Want to go to the mall with me?” she called out to him.
“Sorry, can’t,” he yelled back over the lawn mower. Though secretly, he wasn’t all that sorry.
Mihawk casually looked at Zoro, raising an eyebrow before going back to his paper. It wasn’t an odd sight to see Zoro decline going anywhere with Perona, but he usually said he didn’t want to, not that he couldn’t.
“I’ll buy you lunch!” Perona tired to bargain with him, then finally said, “Please?”
“Nah, I can’t. It’s Robin’s birthday party tonight. She said to bring friends so you can tag along, I’m bringing Luffy and Usopp, there’s room for one more in the truck.”
He really didn’t feel like bringing her, but Robin had said to bring people over. And if Nami was going to be there, Perona would hang around the women, not him. So it was fine.
Perona got out the bird feed and placed some inside the cage where she kept her Canary, Twinkles. So it was Robin’s birthday. That’s why he had asked about presents the other day. “Robin? The tall girl?”
Zoro nodded, turning off the lawn mower. Finally he was done. He wiped the sweat form his brow, with his shirt sleeve that was next to his ear then leaned on the handles of the mower, “yeah, her. Wanna go?”
She thought about it as she stroked the soft feathers of Twinkles, who was swinging back and forth on the little swing she had for him. Though she liked parties, there was something she needed to know first. “Is Sanji going to be there?”
Shit. He hadn’t thought about it until now. That dumbass knew Robin, but he wasn’t positive is she would invite him or not. Robin, being polite, probably would. Shit. “Probably.”
Perona paled even more, if that was possible. “Nah,” she shook her head, “I’ll just hang out with Moriah then.”
Zoro always hated Moriah. He was one of her Goth friends, but he was freakier than average. The guy seemed to think he was really a vampire, always wearing a cape wherever he went and had fake fangs on. He gelled his hair into horns and he possessed the only laugh in existence that Zoro considered to be more annoying than Perona’s.
Mihawk looked over that them, “Sanji. The blond from the other day.” He stated more than asked.
“Yeah,” Perona said, “he’s so clingy,” she shivered. Zoro chuckled a little.
Mihawk nodded, turning a page form his paper, “and you’re attending a party where he is also invited as well, Roronoa?”
Zoro was feeling uncomfortable. Mihawk generally didn’t talk much, and he never asked about his friends before, though he knew Mihawk listened and knew who he hung out with, as well as Perona. Mihawk was unnerving like that. “Yeah. What about it?”
Mihawk didn’t move his eyes from his paper, “nothing. Just don’t fight with him again.”
“I wouldn’t fight at a party.”
“You’ve had fights in stranger places Roronoa. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your younger days when you hung around with those hoodlums, Yosaku and Johnny,” his eyes scanned over the paper before turning it again. “I still don’t know why they worship you when they’re five years older than you.”
Zoro snickered, “that was a ways back old man.”
Mihawk still refused to look at Zoro, keeping his eyes on his paper, “doesn’t matter. You almost tore my store apart when you saw him. Don’t fight him again.” He took his eyes away from his paper to glare at Zoro, “I’ll know about it.”
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Luffy was shaking from excitement in the passenger seat of Zoro’s truck, the seat belt kept jerking and pulling him back to his seat, but he just kept bouncing in place. “I can’t wait! Will there be cake? More importantly, will there be meat?”
Zoro sighed; trying to figure out what street he needed to make a right on. Fuck Google and their crap maps, and the GPS that Mihawk had given him didn’t even work properly. “I don’t know Luffy.”
He saw Usopp smirk in the rearview mirror. “Lost?”
“Shut it long nose.”
Luffy was laughing at him, slapping his arm in good humor, just like his old man tended to do to Mihawk. He really understood the man’s pain, he really did. “Stupid Zoro.”
“Shut up Luffy!”
Usopp appeared next to Zoro’s side, tapping his hard shoulder, “make a left here Zoro.” He said helpfully, then yelled, “LEFT! I SAID LEFT!”
After making a u-turn, turning left the right way, and punching Usopp’s face they finally made it to the bowling alley where Robin’s party was being held. He didn’t know she had an interest in blowing of all things, and still has trouble believing that her of all people would have a party there.
He parked his truck and got out, shoving Usopp out the other side so he could get Robin’s present that had been sitting next to him. Usopp saw the box in his hands, “oh shit! I didn’t get Robin anything!”
Luffy laughed at Usopp, “You’re even stupider than Zoro!”
“What?” Zoro snapped, alongside with Usopp.
Luffy just laughed it off, then patted Usopp on the back, “it’s ok. I’ll put your name on the present I got for her!”
Usopp looked around, “Luffy, where’s your present?”
Luffy’s smile vanished from his face and he patted down his pockets frantically, then looked up with a lost expression, like he had misplaced his meat or something. “I forgot it!” He gripped Zoro’s shirt, “quick! Drive me back home!”
Zoro frowned and shoved him off, “get off me.”
Luffy jumped on his back and tugged at Zoro’s hair, “I need her present Zoro! Now mush!” he tugged on Zoro’s hair like a person would do for a horse, Luffy willing Zoro to take him home.
“I’ll just put your names on my present you dorks,” he gritted his teeth.
Usopp sighed in relief, “thanks man.”
Zoro flashed him a grin, “you can pay me back by buying me a few drinks inside.”
“You’ve been hanging out with Nami lately, haven’t you?”
After they rummaged through Zoro’s truck in hopes of hiding a pen so they could all scribble their names, right on the wrapping paper too, they walked inside.
Walking was too nice a word for Luffy and Usopp, since they ran inside, ready to inspect the place top to bottom. Zoro waltzed in behind them, looking around too but trying to look at little more discrete.
It was by far the most luxurious bowling alley he had ever been to. The fact that there weren’t bums sleeping near the front already spoke volumes of the place.
The place was huge. Way bigger than it looked from the outside. Thick columns surrounded the entrance, with a chandelier above them, and he could see the bowling lanes to the side. He also saw a section where some pool tables were lined up. There was an arcade to the left of the door, which Usopp and Luffy ran to immediately, leaving Zoro alone to stand in line.
When Usopp and Luffy ran out of quarters to waste they went back in line with Zoro; each taking turns climbing his back and generally annoying him. When they finally reached the front of the line the lady asked them if they had a reservation, to which Luffy almost threw himself over the counter, exclaiming they were there for Robin’s party.
After and eyebrow raise and checking them off the list, she then walked them to a new booth that was to the right of hers, against the wall. At that one, the lady gave them their shoes, then pointed to the table. The three of them looked down at the circular slots where they could stick their fingers inside to find their hand size, and find them the right ball, then they could pick the weight amount. They even got to pick what color blowing ball they wanted. Luffy had been so excited he exclaimed, “RED!” loud enough for the entire bowling alley to hear.
The place where Zoro and Perona usually went to was so shitty. It was more of a bar than anything else; with people occasionally getting up and knocking down like two pins, if they were good and sober. It was usually a war just to find a ball in the racks against the walls, and rarely did they have a ball with a decent weight. All they had were six pound ones, the kind that only someone with skinny arms like Perona could throw.
After each getting their own ball, Zoro getting a green one, Usopp getting a neon yellow one, they were lead by a man in a white dress shirt and a bow tie to a VIP room, where he informed Robin’s party was being held.
The bowling lanes they walked by were nice and spacious and had their own divisions, a nice wood divider to separate the space, and each lane had a circular couch and a coffee table in the middle. It was by far better than the shitty place him and Perona went to, there were no divisions for each lane so everyone had to spare a large table right in the center of every three lanes. You had to get comfy with your neighbors or you were screwed.
They walked past a couple of other VIP rooms before reaching the room. The man bowed a little and nodded, “have a nice time.”
Luffy waved bye to him and yelled ‘thanks’ over the loud music, Usopp ignoring him and opening the door, where they were greeted first hand.
“Hey, you made it!” Franky called from the couch he was sitting in, waving at them and grinning in that playboy way he did. No doubt he winked at them behind his sunglasses.
In the dead center of the room was a dance floor; to their left was where Franky was seated. There were two lanes in the VIP room, and a set of couches in front of them, much nicer than the ones outside, with larger tables in the center. There was a long rectangular table behind them, just before the dance floor, which was probably for eating Zoro could only assume. And to their right the DJ, playing some pop song that Zoro didn’t recognize, and against the wall was the bar.
Zoro smirked at the sight.
Luffy and Usopp were in amazement of the place, running to the couch where Franky was.
Zoro put the present down on the table near the door, where other presents were placed, and looked around the room, trying to spot Robin, finding anyone but the birthday girl herself. He saw some of Robin’s co-workers, Hancock was there and making her way over to Luffy, the poor sucker.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
He turned around spotting the owner of that annoying voice standing at the door, just having arrived it seemed. He was dressed in a sharper suit than he was wearing the last time they met, a baffled look on his face. The kind of look you give to your shoes when you find shit on the bottom of them.
“I was invited dipshit.”
Sanji laughed with no humor, chuckling before saying, “Who in hell invited you?”
“Robin.” Zoro smirked, knowing that would hit a sensitive area.
“Robin?” Sanji yelped, almost in horror, as if the likes of him knowing her was a capital offense, “how do you know her?”
“I send flowers to her almost every freaking week.” He yawned, looking around the place and trying to figure out if taking a nap on one of those nice couches was worth it. He figured not, it was a party after all and returned his attention to Sanji, “I guess I have you to thank for meeting her.” He even gave him a wicked grin.
Sanji groaned, “fuck.”
“So really, this is all your fault.”
Sanji stepped closer to him, getting right in Zoro’s face and saying to him in a low threatening tone, “I’m finding a new flower place next week.” Then he added with less rumbling in the back of his throat, “I swear it!”
“My heart breaks over the news.”
“Why you-!”
“Zoro!”
They both turned, spotting Nami sitting at the bar, waving them down, “Come have a drink with me!”
Sanji frowned; feeling more than a little mad that Nami had greeted Zoro first and not him. Zoro of all people!
Zoro waved back to Nami, and was on his way to her when a hand on his bicep stopped him. He looked down, feeling dread that it belonged to the curly wonder, and turned around, not really wanting to deal with the idiot, but wanting to know why in hell he was touching him. He turned to see Sanji looking at him, “What? Afraid I’ll win her heart or something?”
He snorted, “yeah right.” He let go of his arm, since he had his attention, “I was gonna be a gentleman and warn you not to drink with her. She out drinks me all the time.”
Zoro wasn’t about to tell the prick he had drank with Nami plenty, and she made a good drinking buddy. Sanji wasn’t supposed to know anyways, so instead he looked at him, “oh yeah?” he grinned, turning his head to look at Nami, “she doesn’t look like it.”
“Trust me,” Sanji nodded his head, a faint look of humor and horror passing his features, “she’s gotten me drunk so many times it’s not even funny. Don’t take drinks from her.”
Zoro smiled, “I bet I can drink as much as her.”
“Doubt it.” Sanji said, looking at Nami over Zoro’s shoulder, “She’s a pro.”
He shrugged, deciding he was bored with the conversation and started walking towards her when Sanji grabbed his arm again, “don’t do it!”
“Clam down eyebrows,” he shrugged his hand off, and walked towards the bar.
Sanji followed him, “what did you say marimo?’
Zoro whirled around, “marimo? How the fuck did you-?”
“Thank you all for coming,” a female voice stopped them in their tracks.
They both turned around, seeing Robin sitting on Franky’s lap, smiling at everyone in the room. Franky wore a similar smile; currently busy petting her thigh with his large hand like there was an invisible cat on Robin’s lap.
When Nami had heard Robin’s voice she got up from her seat at the bar, walking over to stand next to Zoro and Sanji.
Robin continued, “I’m glad you could make it. I was thinking we should start bowling and eat afterwards, it’ll give more time to the others who are running late.”
Luffy frowned, “but I wanted to eat now.” Usopp nudged his ribs painfully, whispering to him to shut up.
Robin chuckled, “we’ll get to that.” She turned back to address everyone, “so who’s bowling? I understand if you just want to sit and watch.”
“She’s talking to you,” Sanji muttered under his breath, leaning towards Zoro so he could be the only one to hear it.
Zoro leaned in closer to him as well, whispering back, “Are you blind? She was looking at you.”
“I’m not blind, you’re the one with one eye!” Sanji said, his voice elevating.
“What? The scar?” Zoro scoffed, turning his body to face Sanji. “At least people can see both my eyes, where’s your other eye? Too revolting to be shown in public?”
“There is nothing wrong with my eyes asshole.”
“There’s plenty wrong with your eyebrows I’ll tell you that much.”
“That’s it motherfucker, we’re settling this.”
Zoro snorted, “with what? A staring contest? That puts me in too much of an advantage, don’t you think?”
“Shut the fuck up, we’re bowling,” Sanji said, holding up his blue bowling ball.
Franky was staring at Robin’s profile, then looked to Nami, Usopp, and Luffy, anyone, trying to figure out what was their deal. Their voices had elevated to the point of getting everyone’s attention in the room.
Nami broke the uncomfortable tension in the room by punching them both upside the head while they were glaring daggers at each other. “Will you both shut up already?” She turned to Robin, smiling sweetly, silently telling her to go on.
Robin looked to her party again, “besides Sanji and Zoro, who else is bowling?”
After deciding who was bowling, everyone decided to separate Zoro and Sanji, which did nothing to stop their yelling at each other from across the room.
Zoro bowled with Luffy, Hancock and Nami. Sanji was bowling on the other side with Robin, Usopp and Franky.
Even from across the room they were holding their competition. If Zoro knocked down eight pins, Sanji would knock down nine. From then on, Zoro made sure to knock all ten down in the first turn. Sanji made sure to do the same, knocking them all down then skipping to Robin when she clapped her hands for him.
That game went on, Zoro and Sanji running over to the other lane to check on the other’s score to compare, and to fight mostly. But this time, Zoro had gone over to gloat that he was doing better than Sanji. Which turned into another verbal sparring match.
Nami walked over to Robin’s lane, sitting on the couch next to her. “This isn’t their first time meeting is it?”
Robin looked on, “Zoro told me they met the beginning of the week when Sanji came in to place an order for my flower boutique.”
Nami nodded, “Sanji being an ass towards a guy is nothing new, but I’ve never seen him act this aggressive towards someone,” she looked back and forth between the two men. “ And Zoro’s usually such a mellow guy.”
Robin smirked, “not when he’s around Sanji.”
They both stared forward, looking at the boys who were still yelling at each other at the top of their lungs, their faces inches away from each other.
“Do you want me to beat your face in with this bowling ball? Cause mine is a whole seven pounds heavier than yours!”
“Oh! The caveman can hold a heavier ball! That’s the biggest feat for mankind since they sent men into space!”
“The biggest feat for mankind will be the day you can manage to find yourself a date and not get a dart thrown at your eyebrow!”
Nami sighed, “Oh I’ve had enough of this.” She titled her chin up and called out loud enough for Sanji to here, making her voice sweet and high pitched, “Sanji-kun! Do your best out there!”
He whirled around and completely ignored Zoro, not bothering to make a comeback since he was now addressing Nami, “anything for you my turtledove!”
It turns out that Luffy was the winner. Hancock was more than thrilled obviously; her swooning was almost as bad as Sanji’s.
Zoro came in second, Sanji being third, making him more than a little cross.
After their death match they all headed towards the table to eat, Luffy sitting next to Robin and stuffing his face in. Franky sat in between Robin and Zoro, both of them chatting about working out or something, Sanji couldn’t tell. He had sat next to Nami, and Brook who had showed up during their contest of sorts.
To the other side of Luffy Hancock kept trying to feed him meat, gushing whenever he said just her name. Sanji has to control his jealously from snapping at Luffy. He didn’t know whether he should tell Luffy to pay some attention to her or to show Hancock he could that he was a better option.
His only condolence was that Hancock wasn’t this way towards the retard moss ball.
Short after they had finished eating, the DJ started to play some dancing music, Franky, Usopp and Luffy rushing to the dance floor. Hancock went after Luffy and they dancing together, Hancock holding the poor boy to her chest, nearly suffocating him.
Franky danced by himself, making Robin laugh until he dragged her to the dance floor. Usopp begging Zoro or Nami to dance with him, but had no such luck convincing the two. Finally, he convinced Brook to dance with him, earning himself a nice gawking look from Zoro and Nami.
Zoro grumbled and took Nami up on her offer to drink, both of them making their way to the bar. Sanji didn’t feel like dancing so he followed Nami, wishing the fucking marimo would go away. He wanted to make sure that one eye didn’t try anything on sweet Nami.
Chapter Two Part Two
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Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji, Mihawk, Perona, Nami, Robin, Shanks, Luffy, Usopp, Franky, Boa, and Brook.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Language, manly love, OOC-ness. Crack in general.
Summary: Zoro is a delivery boy, and Sanji places orders online. When the website goes down Sanji has to place an order in person. Soon after he finds himself visiting the store to place more orders than usual.
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Chapter One
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The receptionist was giving him that befuddled look again. Every time he walked in through the glass sliding doors, she would look up from her computer hiding behind the tall walls of her desk, perfect for checking facebook without anyone ever knowing, and gave him that perplexed look.
She would look him up and down, eyes wandering from the flower arrangement in his hands to his hair, which she and so many other people thought was weird, then raise an eyebrow and pretend to go back to checking her friend’s updates, her eyes still stealing glances at him.
He sighed and stood in front of the elevator awkwardly, trying to ignore her stares, the very same look she gave him every time he walked in with a huge boutique of flowers. As if the flowers were literally from him. He wondered if she knew he was just the delivery boy.
He had always silently thanked Mihawk and Shanks for not forcing him into a uniform, but sometimes there was confusion from the dumber broads, asking if the flowers were from him. Because complete strangers knew where you worked and gave you birthday arrangements. Then he always had to tell them he just doing them the favor of delivering it to them for someone else.
He snorted, well if she thought he was her boyfriend she had the right to stare, giving this many flowers to a girl was just stalker material even if you were dating. The chime for the elevator greeted him and he walked in, mindful not to slap people with the stray foliage. He waved at her as the elevator door closed, earning himself a nice eyebrow raise.
Robin worked on the tenth floor where she worked as a columnist for the newspaper. He zigzagged his way through the maze of desks and cubicles, walking towards Robin where she sat near the window, close to her boss’s office. She saw him as he was getting closer and waved, that soft smile on her face.
He liked seeing Robin. She was calm and collected, and always had something interesting to tell Zoro. She didn’t annoy him like most people did, so he respected her well enough.
“Happy Birthday,” he smiled at her.
“Oh you shouldn’t have Zoro-san,” she joked.
He placed it on the corner of her desk after she moved some papers out of way, stacking them into a neat pile and placing it on top of another stack. “It’s your lucky day,” he looked at her, “from the prince.”
She arched an eyebrow in amusement and looked over the arrangement, her face revealing nothing and extended her hand to retrieve the card; opening it and laughing softly. She looked up at Zoro, “you read this I presume?”
“Worst. I wrote it down for him.”
“You have nice writing.”
“You know that’s not my writing,” he snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. “Like I would write in pink.”
She kept smiling at him but didn’t say anything on the subject. “I was under the impression that he ordered these online.”
“Website’s down. You had to either call or come in to place an order.” He gritted his teeth at the memory, “he was picky as hell when he was looking for an arrangement.”
Robin smiled, “so you finally met him.” She put the card down gently on her table, “now you and Nami can have more in dept conversations about him I’m sure.”
“I’m sure.”
She looked around her office, craning her neck to try to see something, “looks like your assistant isn’t here today.”
“He went to school,” he sighed. He didn’t want to admit it, but he missed the little monkey. “For once,” he added, grumbling.
She crossed her legs under her desk, “though I’m happy he’s attending for once, I must admit I love his visits.”
“You and your office. Hancock seems to have a thing for him,” he nodded his head towards her direction. “A creepy thing,” he shuddered.
She smiled at Boa’s general direction who was paying more attention to her reflection in her compact mirror than her computer. They both watched as she applied more foundation on her pale cheeks, a picture of herself and Luffy pinned to the walls of her cubicle.
“She does,” Robin mused.
They both looked away when Boa finished applying the finishing touches on her face and winked at the picture.
“Oh Zoro-san,” Robin broke the silence that had fallen since being disturbed by Hancock. “Since you’re here, I wanted to invite you,” she bent over to grab her purse that was under her desk, grabbing it and setting it in her lap, sticking her hand in to pull out a white envelope. It had his name written in nicer more elegant writing than Perona’s and handed the envelope to him.
He took it, nodding his thanks and tearing apart the envelope, reading the card that was inside.
“It’s to my birthday party,” she smiled at him, “I would have called and just told you where it was, but I had the feeling I would be seeing you this week.”
He snorted, looking over the directions. Unfortunately it wasn’t a street he recognized.
“I hope you can make it. Your friends Luffy and Usopp can come as well,” she placed an elbow on her desk and leaned on it, “Luffy is very lively, so different from other people, I hope he can make it too.”
He grinned a little, still looking down at the card, “yeah Luffy’s that way,” he murmured almost to himself. He lifted his eyes to look at Robin, “Yeah, he’ll probably go.” He reassured her, “he wouldn’t miss a party.”
“I was hoping to hear that.”
He pointed at Boa, “is uh, she invited too?”
Robin smiled, “I did. She said she’ll make it if Luffy goes.”
Zoro chuckled, “right.”
“It’s a small gathering, nothing that will make you uncomfortable,” she threw him a playful look.
“As long as there’s booze nearby,” he stated bluntly, hiding a smirk.
“I’ll make sure to have a bartender just for you.”
He grinned at that.
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When Zoro made his last delivery he went back to Kuraigana Boutiques to pick up Perona and lock up the shop, Perona informing him that Shanks and Mihawk had left early for a business dinner. They were both quiet for about thirty seconds before they both burst into laughter. After that they both got into his truck, Zoro barely able to control the shit-eating grin from growing on his face.
Zoro had finally found the solution to his problem, and he really couldn’t imagine why he didn’t think of it before. He plugged his mp3 player in, and picked the playlist he had made the night before. The playlist consisted of purely Japanese music, now Perona wouldn’t be able to sing along. The first artist on the list was Gackt, and he directed his mad grin in Perona’s direction.
She frowned at him, “I don’t know what he’s saying.”
He smirked, “that’s exactly the point.”
They went to Wendy’s for dinner, neither of them wanting to go home and make something. Perona’s skills in cooking were horrific, Mihawk forever banning her from the kitchen and Zoro’s cooking skills were basic, only having learned to make pasta and sandwiches.
While Perona was picking at her salad, moving the tomatoes to one side, Zoro asked her, “What’s a good present to buy for a woman?”
Perona dropped her fork, her eye growing wide, taking him in as if for the first time. She made a face as he stuffed forkfuls of baked potato into his mouth, frowning at her while he chewed and awaited her answer. She cocked her head to the side, “are you dating someone?”
“No stupid, it’s a birthday present.”
“My birthday is not for another three months.”
“It’s not for you.”
“You know other women?”
Zoro threw one of her French fries at her while she laughed in that annoying way of hers, “horo horo horo!” When she settled down she wiped the tears from her eyes, worried it might ruin her make-up, “so do you like her or something?”
“Once again, no stupid.”
She frowned at him and continued with her previously forgotten meal, “you’re no fun.”
He rolled his eyes, “whatever. What’s a good present for a woman’s birthday?”
She paused, thinking about it, “cute things.” She nodded, like she had come up with something brilliant. It was something Zoro expected her to say, so he wasn’t even angry about it.
“Other than that. What would you want as a present?”
She didn’t answer him, just put her boney elbow on the table and rested her chin on it, chewing her salad thoughtfully, “a boyfriend who gives me lots of kisses,” she nodded, “and shopping money.”
He gave her a look from under his brow, “Like I can give her that.”
“I don’t see why not,” she failed to hide her mirth as she tried to take a sip of her soda. She eventually couldn’t hold it in and just spit the soda on Zoro.
He groaned, grabbing her napkins and patting down his shirt, “I don’t even know why I asked you.”
“Like I said, you don’t know any other women.”
“I know other women,” he said, looking insulted, “I just don’t hang around them as much,” he grumbled as he continued to try to dry his shirt.
“Horo horo horo,” she laughed again, earning herself another greasy French fry thrown at her.
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They walked through the front door, where Zoro almost tripped on Sprinkles again. He growled at Sprinkles like he was a rabid dog then turned to Perona, “why do you have so many cats?!”
She picked up her little fur ball, holding it close to her chest, more for it’s protection than anything else, “they’re cute!” she argued, petting the little menace, “something you wouldn’t know about.”
“All I’m saying is why can’t you have one cat like Mihawk?”
“One cat is no fun! Plus I think you’re just jealous that you don’t have a cat. You should totally get one.”
“I prefer dogs,” he said, self consciously patting the spot where the soda stain from earlier was, “it’s the only reason why I can tolerate Peanut.”
Peanut was the pet Chihuahua Perona had, one of her many, many pets. Peanut was the only animal in the house he could tolerate because, well, he loved dogs. And though Sprinkles didn’t scratch and hiss at him half as much as Dracula did, he still hated the stupid thing.
“Then get your own pet.”
“I would, but the German Sheppard I wanted was ‘too big and would scare the cats,’” Zoro said, imitating Mihawk.
Perona frowned, “well Whiskers is pregnant, maybe you can have one of her kittens.”
Zoro groaned, his statement about wanting a dog going on deaf ears. He went upstairs to go to his room, where he planned on calling Nami and asking her what he should give to Robin. He just only hoped she wouldn’t charge him for that information.
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It was Saturday, the day of the party. It was barely noon so Zoro still had time to do other things before he had to get going. He had just finished mowing the front lawn so now he was in the back yard, mowing that grass. The sun was beating down really hard on him so Zoro had lifted his shirt over, leaving it on his head so now the shirt served as a turban.
Perona and Mihawk were outside with him, each doing their own thing. Mihawk was sitting in the lawn chair outside. Zoro kept having to pick up Mihawk, lawn chair and all, to move him over when he had to mow the grass underneath the man. Afterwards he would move him back in place, Mihawk not even disturbed like the princess that he was. He was wearing another flower printed silk button down shirt, leaving it open and unbuttoned with his legs crossed over each other in a feminine manner, sipping on a glass of wine while reading his newspaper. Around his neck was a huge crucifix that would have made any Catholic envious. Until they realized it was really a dagger that is.
Perona was prancing around in a pair of shorts and watering her plants, humming to some song. There were pots scattered all over the porch and she also had hanging pots dangling from the roof, always saying it would give more color to the place. Afterwards, when she was done with that, she tended to her pet bunnies. They were in a cage on the porch, Mihawk and Zoro had complained they smelled too bad and ordered her to keep them outside since there were enough animals inside already.
Her two bunnies, Dot and Mimi, were the fattest things Zoro had ever seen. She overfed them and they were so obese their furry fat was sticking out from the small squares of the cage, the white and gray fur looking like bubbles rising from the steel cage. It was less of a cage and more of a corset for the plumpy fur balls; to make sure they don’t get any bigger than that. A sort of prison for them, the poor bastards.
Perona looked at Zoro, who was mowing around the tree in the corner of the yard, going around it two more times than he should have, probably not even noticing. “Hey Zoro! Want to go to the mall with me?” she called out to him.
“Sorry, can’t,” he yelled back over the lawn mower. Though secretly, he wasn’t all that sorry.
Mihawk casually looked at Zoro, raising an eyebrow before going back to his paper. It wasn’t an odd sight to see Zoro decline going anywhere with Perona, but he usually said he didn’t want to, not that he couldn’t.
“I’ll buy you lunch!” Perona tired to bargain with him, then finally said, “Please?”
“Nah, I can’t. It’s Robin’s birthday party tonight. She said to bring friends so you can tag along, I’m bringing Luffy and Usopp, there’s room for one more in the truck.”
He really didn’t feel like bringing her, but Robin had said to bring people over. And if Nami was going to be there, Perona would hang around the women, not him. So it was fine.
Perona got out the bird feed and placed some inside the cage where she kept her Canary, Twinkles. So it was Robin’s birthday. That’s why he had asked about presents the other day. “Robin? The tall girl?”
Zoro nodded, turning off the lawn mower. Finally he was done. He wiped the sweat form his brow, with his shirt sleeve that was next to his ear then leaned on the handles of the mower, “yeah, her. Wanna go?”
She thought about it as she stroked the soft feathers of Twinkles, who was swinging back and forth on the little swing she had for him. Though she liked parties, there was something she needed to know first. “Is Sanji going to be there?”
Shit. He hadn’t thought about it until now. That dumbass knew Robin, but he wasn’t positive is she would invite him or not. Robin, being polite, probably would. Shit. “Probably.”
Perona paled even more, if that was possible. “Nah,” she shook her head, “I’ll just hang out with Moriah then.”
Zoro always hated Moriah. He was one of her Goth friends, but he was freakier than average. The guy seemed to think he was really a vampire, always wearing a cape wherever he went and had fake fangs on. He gelled his hair into horns and he possessed the only laugh in existence that Zoro considered to be more annoying than Perona’s.
Mihawk looked over that them, “Sanji. The blond from the other day.” He stated more than asked.
“Yeah,” Perona said, “he’s so clingy,” she shivered. Zoro chuckled a little.
Mihawk nodded, turning a page form his paper, “and you’re attending a party where he is also invited as well, Roronoa?”
Zoro was feeling uncomfortable. Mihawk generally didn’t talk much, and he never asked about his friends before, though he knew Mihawk listened and knew who he hung out with, as well as Perona. Mihawk was unnerving like that. “Yeah. What about it?”
Mihawk didn’t move his eyes from his paper, “nothing. Just don’t fight with him again.”
“I wouldn’t fight at a party.”
“You’ve had fights in stranger places Roronoa. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your younger days when you hung around with those hoodlums, Yosaku and Johnny,” his eyes scanned over the paper before turning it again. “I still don’t know why they worship you when they’re five years older than you.”
Zoro snickered, “that was a ways back old man.”
Mihawk still refused to look at Zoro, keeping his eyes on his paper, “doesn’t matter. You almost tore my store apart when you saw him. Don’t fight him again.” He took his eyes away from his paper to glare at Zoro, “I’ll know about it.”
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Luffy was shaking from excitement in the passenger seat of Zoro’s truck, the seat belt kept jerking and pulling him back to his seat, but he just kept bouncing in place. “I can’t wait! Will there be cake? More importantly, will there be meat?”
Zoro sighed; trying to figure out what street he needed to make a right on. Fuck Google and their crap maps, and the GPS that Mihawk had given him didn’t even work properly. “I don’t know Luffy.”
He saw Usopp smirk in the rearview mirror. “Lost?”
“Shut it long nose.”
Luffy was laughing at him, slapping his arm in good humor, just like his old man tended to do to Mihawk. He really understood the man’s pain, he really did. “Stupid Zoro.”
“Shut up Luffy!”
Usopp appeared next to Zoro’s side, tapping his hard shoulder, “make a left here Zoro.” He said helpfully, then yelled, “LEFT! I SAID LEFT!”
After making a u-turn, turning left the right way, and punching Usopp’s face they finally made it to the bowling alley where Robin’s party was being held. He didn’t know she had an interest in blowing of all things, and still has trouble believing that her of all people would have a party there.
He parked his truck and got out, shoving Usopp out the other side so he could get Robin’s present that had been sitting next to him. Usopp saw the box in his hands, “oh shit! I didn’t get Robin anything!”
Luffy laughed at Usopp, “You’re even stupider than Zoro!”
“What?” Zoro snapped, alongside with Usopp.
Luffy just laughed it off, then patted Usopp on the back, “it’s ok. I’ll put your name on the present I got for her!”
Usopp looked around, “Luffy, where’s your present?”
Luffy’s smile vanished from his face and he patted down his pockets frantically, then looked up with a lost expression, like he had misplaced his meat or something. “I forgot it!” He gripped Zoro’s shirt, “quick! Drive me back home!”
Zoro frowned and shoved him off, “get off me.”
Luffy jumped on his back and tugged at Zoro’s hair, “I need her present Zoro! Now mush!” he tugged on Zoro’s hair like a person would do for a horse, Luffy willing Zoro to take him home.
“I’ll just put your names on my present you dorks,” he gritted his teeth.
Usopp sighed in relief, “thanks man.”
Zoro flashed him a grin, “you can pay me back by buying me a few drinks inside.”
“You’ve been hanging out with Nami lately, haven’t you?”
After they rummaged through Zoro’s truck in hopes of hiding a pen so they could all scribble their names, right on the wrapping paper too, they walked inside.
Walking was too nice a word for Luffy and Usopp, since they ran inside, ready to inspect the place top to bottom. Zoro waltzed in behind them, looking around too but trying to look at little more discrete.
It was by far the most luxurious bowling alley he had ever been to. The fact that there weren’t bums sleeping near the front already spoke volumes of the place.
The place was huge. Way bigger than it looked from the outside. Thick columns surrounded the entrance, with a chandelier above them, and he could see the bowling lanes to the side. He also saw a section where some pool tables were lined up. There was an arcade to the left of the door, which Usopp and Luffy ran to immediately, leaving Zoro alone to stand in line.
When Usopp and Luffy ran out of quarters to waste they went back in line with Zoro; each taking turns climbing his back and generally annoying him. When they finally reached the front of the line the lady asked them if they had a reservation, to which Luffy almost threw himself over the counter, exclaiming they were there for Robin’s party.
After and eyebrow raise and checking them off the list, she then walked them to a new booth that was to the right of hers, against the wall. At that one, the lady gave them their shoes, then pointed to the table. The three of them looked down at the circular slots where they could stick their fingers inside to find their hand size, and find them the right ball, then they could pick the weight amount. They even got to pick what color blowing ball they wanted. Luffy had been so excited he exclaimed, “RED!” loud enough for the entire bowling alley to hear.
The place where Zoro and Perona usually went to was so shitty. It was more of a bar than anything else; with people occasionally getting up and knocking down like two pins, if they were good and sober. It was usually a war just to find a ball in the racks against the walls, and rarely did they have a ball with a decent weight. All they had were six pound ones, the kind that only someone with skinny arms like Perona could throw.
After each getting their own ball, Zoro getting a green one, Usopp getting a neon yellow one, they were lead by a man in a white dress shirt and a bow tie to a VIP room, where he informed Robin’s party was being held.
The bowling lanes they walked by were nice and spacious and had their own divisions, a nice wood divider to separate the space, and each lane had a circular couch and a coffee table in the middle. It was by far better than the shitty place him and Perona went to, there were no divisions for each lane so everyone had to spare a large table right in the center of every three lanes. You had to get comfy with your neighbors or you were screwed.
They walked past a couple of other VIP rooms before reaching the room. The man bowed a little and nodded, “have a nice time.”
Luffy waved bye to him and yelled ‘thanks’ over the loud music, Usopp ignoring him and opening the door, where they were greeted first hand.
“Hey, you made it!” Franky called from the couch he was sitting in, waving at them and grinning in that playboy way he did. No doubt he winked at them behind his sunglasses.
In the dead center of the room was a dance floor; to their left was where Franky was seated. There were two lanes in the VIP room, and a set of couches in front of them, much nicer than the ones outside, with larger tables in the center. There was a long rectangular table behind them, just before the dance floor, which was probably for eating Zoro could only assume. And to their right the DJ, playing some pop song that Zoro didn’t recognize, and against the wall was the bar.
Zoro smirked at the sight.
Luffy and Usopp were in amazement of the place, running to the couch where Franky was.
Zoro put the present down on the table near the door, where other presents were placed, and looked around the room, trying to spot Robin, finding anyone but the birthday girl herself. He saw some of Robin’s co-workers, Hancock was there and making her way over to Luffy, the poor sucker.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
He turned around spotting the owner of that annoying voice standing at the door, just having arrived it seemed. He was dressed in a sharper suit than he was wearing the last time they met, a baffled look on his face. The kind of look you give to your shoes when you find shit on the bottom of them.
“I was invited dipshit.”
Sanji laughed with no humor, chuckling before saying, “Who in hell invited you?”
“Robin.” Zoro smirked, knowing that would hit a sensitive area.
“Robin?” Sanji yelped, almost in horror, as if the likes of him knowing her was a capital offense, “how do you know her?”
“I send flowers to her almost every freaking week.” He yawned, looking around the place and trying to figure out if taking a nap on one of those nice couches was worth it. He figured not, it was a party after all and returned his attention to Sanji, “I guess I have you to thank for meeting her.” He even gave him a wicked grin.
Sanji groaned, “fuck.”
“So really, this is all your fault.”
Sanji stepped closer to him, getting right in Zoro’s face and saying to him in a low threatening tone, “I’m finding a new flower place next week.” Then he added with less rumbling in the back of his throat, “I swear it!”
“My heart breaks over the news.”
“Why you-!”
“Zoro!”
They both turned, spotting Nami sitting at the bar, waving them down, “Come have a drink with me!”
Sanji frowned; feeling more than a little mad that Nami had greeted Zoro first and not him. Zoro of all people!
Zoro waved back to Nami, and was on his way to her when a hand on his bicep stopped him. He looked down, feeling dread that it belonged to the curly wonder, and turned around, not really wanting to deal with the idiot, but wanting to know why in hell he was touching him. He turned to see Sanji looking at him, “What? Afraid I’ll win her heart or something?”
He snorted, “yeah right.” He let go of his arm, since he had his attention, “I was gonna be a gentleman and warn you not to drink with her. She out drinks me all the time.”
Zoro wasn’t about to tell the prick he had drank with Nami plenty, and she made a good drinking buddy. Sanji wasn’t supposed to know anyways, so instead he looked at him, “oh yeah?” he grinned, turning his head to look at Nami, “she doesn’t look like it.”
“Trust me,” Sanji nodded his head, a faint look of humor and horror passing his features, “she’s gotten me drunk so many times it’s not even funny. Don’t take drinks from her.”
Zoro smiled, “I bet I can drink as much as her.”
“Doubt it.” Sanji said, looking at Nami over Zoro’s shoulder, “She’s a pro.”
He shrugged, deciding he was bored with the conversation and started walking towards her when Sanji grabbed his arm again, “don’t do it!”
“Clam down eyebrows,” he shrugged his hand off, and walked towards the bar.
Sanji followed him, “what did you say marimo?’
Zoro whirled around, “marimo? How the fuck did you-?”
“Thank you all for coming,” a female voice stopped them in their tracks.
They both turned around, seeing Robin sitting on Franky’s lap, smiling at everyone in the room. Franky wore a similar smile; currently busy petting her thigh with his large hand like there was an invisible cat on Robin’s lap.
When Nami had heard Robin’s voice she got up from her seat at the bar, walking over to stand next to Zoro and Sanji.
Robin continued, “I’m glad you could make it. I was thinking we should start bowling and eat afterwards, it’ll give more time to the others who are running late.”
Luffy frowned, “but I wanted to eat now.” Usopp nudged his ribs painfully, whispering to him to shut up.
Robin chuckled, “we’ll get to that.” She turned back to address everyone, “so who’s bowling? I understand if you just want to sit and watch.”
“She’s talking to you,” Sanji muttered under his breath, leaning towards Zoro so he could be the only one to hear it.
Zoro leaned in closer to him as well, whispering back, “Are you blind? She was looking at you.”
“I’m not blind, you’re the one with one eye!” Sanji said, his voice elevating.
“What? The scar?” Zoro scoffed, turning his body to face Sanji. “At least people can see both my eyes, where’s your other eye? Too revolting to be shown in public?”
“There is nothing wrong with my eyes asshole.”
“There’s plenty wrong with your eyebrows I’ll tell you that much.”
“That’s it motherfucker, we’re settling this.”
Zoro snorted, “with what? A staring contest? That puts me in too much of an advantage, don’t you think?”
“Shut the fuck up, we’re bowling,” Sanji said, holding up his blue bowling ball.
Franky was staring at Robin’s profile, then looked to Nami, Usopp, and Luffy, anyone, trying to figure out what was their deal. Their voices had elevated to the point of getting everyone’s attention in the room.
Nami broke the uncomfortable tension in the room by punching them both upside the head while they were glaring daggers at each other. “Will you both shut up already?” She turned to Robin, smiling sweetly, silently telling her to go on.
Robin looked to her party again, “besides Sanji and Zoro, who else is bowling?”
After deciding who was bowling, everyone decided to separate Zoro and Sanji, which did nothing to stop their yelling at each other from across the room.
Zoro bowled with Luffy, Hancock and Nami. Sanji was bowling on the other side with Robin, Usopp and Franky.
Even from across the room they were holding their competition. If Zoro knocked down eight pins, Sanji would knock down nine. From then on, Zoro made sure to knock all ten down in the first turn. Sanji made sure to do the same, knocking them all down then skipping to Robin when she clapped her hands for him.
That game went on, Zoro and Sanji running over to the other lane to check on the other’s score to compare, and to fight mostly. But this time, Zoro had gone over to gloat that he was doing better than Sanji. Which turned into another verbal sparring match.
Nami walked over to Robin’s lane, sitting on the couch next to her. “This isn’t their first time meeting is it?”
Robin looked on, “Zoro told me they met the beginning of the week when Sanji came in to place an order for my flower boutique.”
Nami nodded, “Sanji being an ass towards a guy is nothing new, but I’ve never seen him act this aggressive towards someone,” she looked back and forth between the two men. “ And Zoro’s usually such a mellow guy.”
Robin smirked, “not when he’s around Sanji.”
They both stared forward, looking at the boys who were still yelling at each other at the top of their lungs, their faces inches away from each other.
“Do you want me to beat your face in with this bowling ball? Cause mine is a whole seven pounds heavier than yours!”
“Oh! The caveman can hold a heavier ball! That’s the biggest feat for mankind since they sent men into space!”
“The biggest feat for mankind will be the day you can manage to find yourself a date and not get a dart thrown at your eyebrow!”
Nami sighed, “Oh I’ve had enough of this.” She titled her chin up and called out loud enough for Sanji to here, making her voice sweet and high pitched, “Sanji-kun! Do your best out there!”
He whirled around and completely ignored Zoro, not bothering to make a comeback since he was now addressing Nami, “anything for you my turtledove!”
It turns out that Luffy was the winner. Hancock was more than thrilled obviously; her swooning was almost as bad as Sanji’s.
Zoro came in second, Sanji being third, making him more than a little cross.
After their death match they all headed towards the table to eat, Luffy sitting next to Robin and stuffing his face in. Franky sat in between Robin and Zoro, both of them chatting about working out or something, Sanji couldn’t tell. He had sat next to Nami, and Brook who had showed up during their contest of sorts.
To the other side of Luffy Hancock kept trying to feed him meat, gushing whenever he said just her name. Sanji has to control his jealously from snapping at Luffy. He didn’t know whether he should tell Luffy to pay some attention to her or to show Hancock he could that he was a better option.
His only condolence was that Hancock wasn’t this way towards the retard moss ball.
Short after they had finished eating, the DJ started to play some dancing music, Franky, Usopp and Luffy rushing to the dance floor. Hancock went after Luffy and they dancing together, Hancock holding the poor boy to her chest, nearly suffocating him.
Franky danced by himself, making Robin laugh until he dragged her to the dance floor. Usopp begging Zoro or Nami to dance with him, but had no such luck convincing the two. Finally, he convinced Brook to dance with him, earning himself a nice gawking look from Zoro and Nami.
Zoro grumbled and took Nami up on her offer to drink, both of them making their way to the bar. Sanji didn’t feel like dancing so he followed Nami, wishing the fucking marimo would go away. He wanted to make sure that one eye didn’t try anything on sweet Nami.
Chapter Two Part Two
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