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kinkfestApologies for being 90 minutes or so late. This was meant to have been turned in yesterday on 11/19.
Title: Typical Afternoon
Author/Artist: dethorats
Rating: PG
Warnings: self-beta’d
Word count: 806
Summary: For the prompt: Zoro/Luffy: outlaws - Don’t hesitate; this is your life now.
All he’d wanted was a drink. Just one. A simple pint of something a little better than the grog he’d been sustaining himself on for the past two weeks. The beris in his pocket – what little he’d been able to keep from Nami’s thieving hands – were burning a hole to match the one in his gut that he intended to fill with a decent mug of booze and Zoro had been the second man off the boat, right behind the rubber rocket that was his captain catapulting himself headlong into whatever new adventures and troubles he could find. The cook and the navigator hollered after him, something about carrying back supplies later and to not get lost, but Zoro paid them no mind. Everything else could wait.
With his usual bewildering sense of direction, Zoro had ended up in a better part of town before he quite realized it, looking at the fancy bistros and outdoor cafes filled with the kinds of charming pansy bastards that would have made the chef feel at home. Exotic sounding menus written in swirling script marked the signboards before each place and Zoro looked at the prices and scowled. What he wanted was a dark and dingy dockside dive, a place where his few beri would get him a pint and privacy. What he had found were suspicious stares and wine lists.
The beginning of a headache had started to form behind Zoro’s eyes as he strode through the ritzy district, turning this way and that but somehow never making it out of the maze of wrought iron fencing and starched white table cloths and striped umbrellas. At first he thought it was just the pulse pounding in his temple, a rapid tempo that grew louder and louder. But then he heard the shouts, the cried command of “Halt!” behind him. Luffy suddenly tore around the block, the cheerful grin on his face stretching wider as he caught sight of the swordsman.
“Zoro! This place has got some great food!” As he ran, rubber limbs flew out in a blur, snapped back as Luffy crammed the tastes and samples he’d snuck off of various plates into his mouth. Back at the corner, a herd of marines and aggravated shopkeepers made their thunderous appearance. The mob paused long enough to spot Luffy and then the chase resumed.
There he is! There’s Monkey D. Luffy. And that guy next to him is Pirate Hunter Zoro!”
To Zoro’s left, a lady with a tiny dog on her lap and diamonds at her throat let out a gasp. “Did that marine just say pirate?!”
“Yup,” Luffy smiled cheerfully and helped himself to the chicken and watercress sandwich triangles on the lady’s plate, artlessly dodging the snapping teeth of her little dog. “I’m the man who’s gonna be the pirate king.”
Warm, slightly greasy fingers closed around Zoro’s forearm, pulled him closer. “And this is Zoro. He’s gonna be the world’s greatest swordsman!”
Zoro blinked at her and the lady’s mouth opened in a small ‘o’ of shock, before she closed a hand around her necklace. “What is this town coming to? Pirate ruffians, you’ll not take my jewelry or my dear Pookie.”
By that time Luffy had polished off the rest of her meal and Pookie was growling ineffectually at him as the captain laughed and stretched out a rubber finger to scratch behind his ears. Next to him, Zoro eyed the rapidly advancing crowd and sighed, leaning over to snag the bottle of wine sitting on the table. “Don’t want your necklace or your dog, lady, but I could use a drink.”
With Luffy in tow, it still took Zoro a good twenty minutes to lose their pursuit but he managed it somehow, finally stopping to catch his breath in a much less savory part of town. The wine was delicious, tart and cool, and Zoro drained the entire bottle in four long swallows. When he finally lowered it, Luffy was pouting. “I need a drink, too.”
Zoro rolled his eyes and tossed the bottle into an overflowing garbage can. “You don’t have any money, do you?”
“Nope,” Luffy said affably and Zoro only barely managed to keep from smacking his captain upside the head. No wonder half the town had been after them.
“Fine,” Zoro muttered, tugging ineffectually at the strong arms suddenly wrapped too many times around his waist. “I’ll see what I can do.”
As it turned out, his few beri were just enough for a glass of juice and a pint of watered-down rum. It wasn’t quite the solitary afternoon Zoro had pictured but, with Luffy laughing and leaning into him as he told the bored barkeep about the lady and her dog, somehow he thought he wouldn’t have been quite so satisfied had it gone the other way.
Title: Typical Afternoon
Author/Artist: dethorats
Rating: PG
Warnings: self-beta’d
Word count: 806
Summary: For the prompt: Zoro/Luffy: outlaws - Don’t hesitate; this is your life now.
All he’d wanted was a drink. Just one. A simple pint of something a little better than the grog he’d been sustaining himself on for the past two weeks. The beris in his pocket – what little he’d been able to keep from Nami’s thieving hands – were burning a hole to match the one in his gut that he intended to fill with a decent mug of booze and Zoro had been the second man off the boat, right behind the rubber rocket that was his captain catapulting himself headlong into whatever new adventures and troubles he could find. The cook and the navigator hollered after him, something about carrying back supplies later and to not get lost, but Zoro paid them no mind. Everything else could wait.
With his usual bewildering sense of direction, Zoro had ended up in a better part of town before he quite realized it, looking at the fancy bistros and outdoor cafes filled with the kinds of charming pansy bastards that would have made the chef feel at home. Exotic sounding menus written in swirling script marked the signboards before each place and Zoro looked at the prices and scowled. What he wanted was a dark and dingy dockside dive, a place where his few beri would get him a pint and privacy. What he had found were suspicious stares and wine lists.
The beginning of a headache had started to form behind Zoro’s eyes as he strode through the ritzy district, turning this way and that but somehow never making it out of the maze of wrought iron fencing and starched white table cloths and striped umbrellas. At first he thought it was just the pulse pounding in his temple, a rapid tempo that grew louder and louder. But then he heard the shouts, the cried command of “Halt!” behind him. Luffy suddenly tore around the block, the cheerful grin on his face stretching wider as he caught sight of the swordsman.
“Zoro! This place has got some great food!” As he ran, rubber limbs flew out in a blur, snapped back as Luffy crammed the tastes and samples he’d snuck off of various plates into his mouth. Back at the corner, a herd of marines and aggravated shopkeepers made their thunderous appearance. The mob paused long enough to spot Luffy and then the chase resumed.
There he is! There’s Monkey D. Luffy. And that guy next to him is Pirate Hunter Zoro!”
To Zoro’s left, a lady with a tiny dog on her lap and diamonds at her throat let out a gasp. “Did that marine just say pirate?!”
“Yup,” Luffy smiled cheerfully and helped himself to the chicken and watercress sandwich triangles on the lady’s plate, artlessly dodging the snapping teeth of her little dog. “I’m the man who’s gonna be the pirate king.”
Warm, slightly greasy fingers closed around Zoro’s forearm, pulled him closer. “And this is Zoro. He’s gonna be the world’s greatest swordsman!”
Zoro blinked at her and the lady’s mouth opened in a small ‘o’ of shock, before she closed a hand around her necklace. “What is this town coming to? Pirate ruffians, you’ll not take my jewelry or my dear Pookie.”
By that time Luffy had polished off the rest of her meal and Pookie was growling ineffectually at him as the captain laughed and stretched out a rubber finger to scratch behind his ears. Next to him, Zoro eyed the rapidly advancing crowd and sighed, leaning over to snag the bottle of wine sitting on the table. “Don’t want your necklace or your dog, lady, but I could use a drink.”
With Luffy in tow, it still took Zoro a good twenty minutes to lose their pursuit but he managed it somehow, finally stopping to catch his breath in a much less savory part of town. The wine was delicious, tart and cool, and Zoro drained the entire bottle in four long swallows. When he finally lowered it, Luffy was pouting. “I need a drink, too.”
Zoro rolled his eyes and tossed the bottle into an overflowing garbage can. “You don’t have any money, do you?”
“Nope,” Luffy said affably and Zoro only barely managed to keep from smacking his captain upside the head. No wonder half the town had been after them.
“Fine,” Zoro muttered, tugging ineffectually at the strong arms suddenly wrapped too many times around his waist. “I’ll see what I can do.”
As it turned out, his few beri were just enough for a glass of juice and a pint of watered-down rum. It wasn’t quite the solitary afternoon Zoro had pictured but, with Luffy laughing and leaning into him as he told the bored barkeep about the lady and her dog, somehow he thought he wouldn’t have been quite so satisfied had it gone the other way.
