Rock staggered backwards into to wall, slamming his back against it with a loud thump before slowly sliding down it into a sitting position. The gun he held fell out of his limp hand, clattering onto the floor and sliding under his leg.

"Rock!" Revy screamed as she burst through the door. "Rock! Are you okay!"

"...Revy...?"

She grabbed his shoulders after giving him a glance over, slamming his back into the wall. "You need to snap out of it, dipshit! We need move! Get off your fucking ass, Rock!"

"But... Revy... I... I just killed someone..."

"Listen to me! He was going to kill you, Rock. You got him first! You're still alive! You can sort through this shit back on the Lagoon, but for now," She lifted him by his collar and dragged him to the door, cutlass in hand, "Fucking move!"

Dutch lit a cigarette, taking a large drag before speaking. "So that's why he locked himself away in his bunk... He got his first kill..." He took another drag, standing from his seat at the Lagoon controls. "Revy... Why don't you go talk to him."

She sighed, grabbing a second beer for the man she was about to play therapist with, or at least attempt to. Shaking her head, she decided on grabbing the whole sixpack.

Rock sat in his bunk, his face buried in his hands. Not bothering to flinch or look up as Revy kicked his door open, kicking it closed behind her before dropping the armful of beer onto his bed. "Hey."

He didn't respond.

Hissing out of annoyance, she grabbed a beer, opening it and shoving it in his face. "For fucks sake, drink."

"...Thanks Revy..."

A few moments of silence passed as they both drank their beer, Revy opening up her second can and silently passing another to Rock, who accepted it.

"Li... Listen, Rock." She glanced down at her beer, gathering her thoughts. "I know it was your first kill, but things like this happen everyday in this business. It's either us, or them. I would rather have all of us live than have even one us of die. As Sis says, we're comrades. I may be a hardass, but even that word means something to me." She paused, downing some of her beer and looking away. "I'm glad you decided to pull the trigger... You get to live another day because of it."

"I... I took someone's life, Revy."

She crushed her empty beer can in her hand, throwing the crumpled mess against the wall. "Don't give me that shit." She opened up her third can. "He was going to kill you, Rock. Kill. You were going to be pushing fucking daisies. Cold and dead. If I found your body..." The look in her eyes changed. "...If I found your body... I would've killed all of those motherfuckers without batting an eye. I would've painted the walls with their fucking blood."

Silence reigned as she downed the rest of the third beer and chugged the fourth. She stood as she finished the last beer, Rock grabbing her wrist and pleading with his eyes for her to stay.

"I was just going to get more pisswater, but I guess I can wait."

"Look under my bed."

"Eh?"

"Under my bed, there's a box. Get it."

Raising a brow, she did as she was told, emerging with the small box. "So? The fuck's in it?"

He plucked the lid off, revealing a bottle of 151.

"Fuck! You've been holding out on us, Rocky boy."

"I figured one of these days, one of us would need it. I just didn't think it would be opened for my sake..."

Revy opened the bottle and took a swig. "Whoo! That hits the fuckin' spot!"

Rock followed suit, grimacing at the liquid courage that passed down his throat. Pausing before passing it back to Revy, he took another few gulps.

"Easy there, Rocky boy. Save some for me."

Rock shook the bottle, taking the last bit of the liquid into his mouth. Peering into the bottle and sighing, he threw it behind him. "Revy... we're out of booze..."

"Fuuuck..."

He stood, beginning to walk to the door. "I'm gonna go and get some more beer..." He appeared back in the doorway a few seconds later. "Better idea. We just got back in port. Yellow Flag?"

"Sounds fuckin' good to me, Rocky."

Revy groaned as sunlight assaulted her eyes, turning her head away from the searing rays. Comfortable once again, she noticed that it wasn't her pillow under her head. It was hard, and moving up and down as if... breathing. Reaching a hand up, she felt an arm. Moving her other hand, she felt some sort of fabric. Pants, maybe? Finally deciding to open her eyes, she noticed a belt buckle in front of her nose. Realization hit her.

Her pillow was someone's abdomen.

She slowly rolled, turning her head to see who her human pillow was. Slowly rising to a sitting position, she quickly stifled her laughter as she noticed how her "pillow" was laying. Shoeless feet dangling off of her bed, tie wrapped around his head, hair in all different directions, and his shirt long gone, Rokuro Okajima looked like the epitome of a drunken mess. Eyeing him up and down again, she was surprised the pencil pusher actually had some definition. She quirked her brow, maybe she'll give him some pointers on working out.

He groaned and shifted, scratching his stomach. Slowly sitting up, he opened his eyes. After yawning and stretching his arms, he noticed how cold his chest was. Eyes widening in surprise at his naked torso, he began scanning for his shirt, his eyes landing on the woman sitting next to him. "R... Revy?"

Realization hit him like cold water. "Revy!?"

She stuck her pinky in her ear, "Easy, Rock. Killer fuckin' hangover."

He glanced over her, seeing that her hair was down, and her cutlasses were hanging up on the wall behind her. "Did...?"

"No. I don't think we did anything. You still have your pants on, lover boy. Plus it doesn't smell like sex in here... Just booze."

He sighed in relief. "That's... good."

Revy grinned inwardly. She was going to take this opportunity to mess with him. "What? You saying I'm not hot enough to hit?"

"N-No! I-I mean, uh, you're uh, an attractive woman and all, but..."

She looked menacing. "But?"

Rock's eyes widened in terror, "B-But I-I wouldn't want to do something as low as drunken one night stand with someone I care about!"

Her eyes widened. She wanted to mess with him, sure, but not make him piss his pants and produce a confession. Snapping her eyes back to normal, she spoke. "Listen, Rock. I'm not like all of those other girls. Drunken sex isn't something new to me." She paused, choosing her next wording accordingly, "I was never one for relationships, anyways."

The businessman got the feeling that he stepped into territory that he shouldn't have. He bowed in apology. "I-I'm sorry!"

"Don't apologize. You already know I'm fucked up."

"Revy..."

She reached for a cigarette from a pack on her nightstand, passing one to Rock. "Who knows, maybe one day I'll meet a man who's a total badass, great in the sack, and not a lame ass pencil pusher."

"Pencil... Pusher?"

Pulling out her lighter, she lit her cig, tossing it to Rock. "Stop looking at me like a dumbass. I'll turn you into a man of Roanapour in time, Rocky Boy."

He smiled as she closed her eyes, enjoying the first hit of nicotine of the day. "Heh. She may not have said it outright, but she just told me she cares about me..." He close his eyes, enjoying the nicotine hitting his system as well. "I may help, after all."