Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece.

You must read Pity He Was Drunk because this is the sequel!

Rated for language.

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Zolo's POV:

I haven't met a single person in my life that hasn't lied at least once, including myself. Ussop, ha! Of course he's lied, he's done it before and over and over again, he hasn't been taken seriously.

Now Nami…

I wouldn't be telling the truth if I said she never lied. I mean she's lied more times than I can count! But how can someone, who is such an expert at lying, not see that the truth wasn't there before her?

You're probably confused; the other night, I was drunk. What was it… four, five bottles of rum? I can't remember… can't say I care.

Getting to the point: Nami had come down that night and started asking all these questions about girls and love and all that shit. I think my conscience was asleep 'cuz I did answer her. Shocking, I know. Normally I would have said, "Why the fuck do you want to know woman?"

Too bad she was ignorant that night. I mean come on! I've gotten drunk so many times I need at least eight bottles to turn away from the sober world. Four is a minimum for me. I can't get drunk that easily, not anymore. She should know that I would be half-sober.

But she didn't.

Which easily allowed me to pass through her grasp when she questioned me of my memory the next day. Either my lying skills have turned extremely good, or Nami was ignorant.

I believe it was the latter.

Eh… pity.

Was she seriously hoping that I would remember everything that had taken place that night? What is WRONG with her?

I can't believe this shitty word is coming out of my mouth, let alone be directed to Nami but…

I think she's in love…

With me.

Fuck.

Maybe I'm wrong. It could happen (not to me of course) but it could. Yea, and then I'll be looking for pink pigs flying in the sky.

"Zolo? Are you okay?"

Speak of the devil.

I opened one eye to find the one woman I'm thinking about: Nami.

I close my eye again. There was no damn way I was risking my chance at getting away from a lie. Nami was a conniving bitch at times, but still, she was a human lie detector.

"Zolo! Get up!" She said in that voice. I can't explain it… it's a mixture of annoyance and struggle.

"What do you want woman?" I'm not risking my chance.

"Get up! I have to tell you something important!" There's no way I'll let her catch me.

"Later!" She may have been ignorant then, but now she was back to normal.

But then…

My eyes widened at contact.

Nami, Navigator the Going Merry and thief, was kissing me, Roronoa Zolo, Swordsman and First mate of the Going Merry.

Shit.

How the fuckin' hell did this happen? I mean… I'm giving into her.

No damn way that's going to happen.

I grab the back of her hair and force her to come closer. She's probably so shocked because of the action, but I'm sure she'll be fine. I hear her moan, and it's like music to my ears. Her arms wrapped around my neck, as I do her back.

Pity she was ignorant then, but I'm sure she can make up for it now.

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I'm going to make another sequel to this! How's that? It'll be like Nami's POV. K? I might not but if I'm up to it, I will.

I know this wasn't my best work… but it's hard! This was Zolo I was talking about. Sorry for the shortness.

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