I wrote this absolutely yonks ago but only just found the book with it in. I'm so disorganised.
Zoro: I'll say. Bamii, where is your Media folder.
Hey! I know exactly where it is!
Zoro: Go get it then.
FINE! I will then we'll see who has the last laugh! *runs away*
Zoro… She's not coming back is she?
Luffy: Shishishishi nope!
Zoro: WHERE'D THE FUCK YOU COME FROM!
Everyone else was in bed. Just two people sat in the large gallery of the thousand sunny. Two people in a scarcely lit room. A few candles and a lamp illuminating the scene. You might say that is was a romantic atmosphere and the two people were, in fact, a couple but this was not a romantic night. It was one filled with memories. A nostalgic night.
They sat at the long table right in the corner. On the table were two sake cups and a bottle to match. Their aim wasn't to get drunk, which was normally a habit for one of the couple but the socially drink as a way of helping the flow of memories.
At the beginning it was silent, not uncomfortable but just silent. Except of course for the soft sounds of snoring that echoed around the ship. It was also accompanied by the gentle clink of ceramic on wood as the couple set down their sake cups. In the distance you could hear the very soft playing of a violin as the oldest member of the crew kept himself awake for his night of watch. Every now and then the playing stopped as the skeleton paused to write down the notes for his latest composition.
The spoke fondly of memories, some going way back, some from more recent adventures but all them memories of them, the friends they made and even the enemies. They spoke fondly of the memories of the beginning as now it seemed so far away. They spoke excitedly about recent adventures as they anticipated what was to come.
They laughed, they smiled and they even got a little sad. They laughed at all the antics of the younger members of the crew (not to mention a certain older skeleton). They smiled at the memory of the people they had met and helped and they got sad at the thoughts of the close shaves were anyone of them could have died.
As the bottle slowly emptied the couple slowly got quieter. The memories stopped flowing freely and when the bottle was empty the couple called it a night. One put the bottle and cups away while the other blew out the candles. They shared a quick kiss. All that was left was to turn off the lamp and with that the night ended. The night they reminisced.
Alright you win .
Zoro: You know it's in your locker right?
O.o I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU. I TURNED MY ROOM UPSIDE DOWN FOR NOTHING YOU UTTER WANKER!