Because they kick ass just as well as the Monster Trio.
The bar reeked a horrendous mix of stale beer, urine, blood, and cigarette smoke. It wasn't a pleasant place to be in, but nonetheless, it was adequately filled with a few patrons. Some were huddled in groups around splintered tables, and others were hunched over filthy kegs of alcohol by themselves.
It just so happened that a bounty hunter was enjoying some tepid beer with his cronies, celebrating over a twelve million pirate he had just turned in. It was a good night for the hunter. Soon he'd be able to buy a real ship and get rid of the dinghy he currently sailed on.
The door creaked slightly as two more people entered the bar. The bounty hunter looked at them from the corner of his eyes. A lecherous grin spread on his scabby lips.
He couldn't see their faces clearly in the dim lighting, but he could make out their slender, curvy silhouettes through the hazy cigar smoke. Women. Just what he needed. The bounty hunter quickly turned back to his beverage, keeping his ears open.
"This place is a shithole." one of the girls said, not bothering to keep her voice down. The bartender didn't seem to mind, anyways.
"You were the one who suggested coming here." the other said.
"Because this is the only place that serves sake on this goddamn island!"
Feisty, wasn't she? The bounty hunter turned to one of his buddies. "Oi, whaddya think 'bout-"
"Sh! L-look!" the scrawny man dug around in a patched rucksack and pulled out two crumpled bounty posters that they had collected a few days ago. "It's those two girls from that Supernova's crew! Their bounties... they're..."
"Shut up, idiot." the bounty hunter wrenched the posters away from him. The posters were waterlogged and blurry, but the bounties were readable. Sixteen million and... eighty million! The man grinned, exposing what few teeth he had left. "We can take 'em."
"Y'think?" one of his other buddies leaned foward, his face skeptic.
"Hell, they're just w'men. What can they do?" the bounty hunter made his mind. He stood up and pulled out his trusty shotgun. "We're gonna have lots of riches t'night, boys."
He fired the gun.
The other customers didn't seem to mind and simply covered up their faces with collars and hats, determined to stay out of the barfight. The two girls looked up from their table and slowly pushed their chairs back.
"What the hell do you guys want?" the orange-haired one asked irritably.
"Jus' shut up and come along so I won't hafta mar that pretty face of yers." the hunter smirked, gun pointed at them.
"How rude." the taller woman murmured. She stood up and crossed her arms. Her companion sighed loudly and reached for her pockets.
"RAAAHAHAHA!!" the bounty hunter and his men charged.
**
Nothing much seemed out of the ordinary in that little hovel of a bar. People were chugging down beer and sake, the bartender was wiping the grimy counter with an equally grimy rag, and there was a small pile of unconscious men slumped against the far wall. Interestingly enough, some of the bodies were sizzling while others were twisted into positions that made onlookers wince and flex their own limbs.
Other than that, it was just another normal night.
The faint scent of oranges and flowers lingered in the heavy cigarette smoke.