Author's Note: Yay! A first story uploaded. I don't know how often updates would be, nor do I know if it'll be interesting enough to read, but I do hope everyone likes it!

Fun fact: Future chapters will be randomly named through my shuffled music playlist.

Prologue: The Pretty Reckless - Follow Me Down

It was a dull day and there had never been a dull day in Loguetown as far as Miya remembered.

The Break-A-Booze bar, the bar Miya worked at was strangely empty and she hummed listlessly, wondering when her first customers of the day were going to pop in. Just earlier, her mother had left her in-charge as she met with the other shop owners in the area; rental prices were soaring, due to the large influx of tourism Loguetown received from pirates.

It would have been more, anyway, if it wasn't for the Navy.

Miya sighed, recalling the man at the top of the food chain. Smoker wouldn't have gave those pirates a shot, even if there was an off-chance that they could have been good people. His assistant, on the other hand…

The girl sighed more deeply, remembering Tashigi's face. She'd always wondered how a nice and lovely person like her could stand to work under that nasty man. It wasn't as though she hated Smoker; but her few run-ins with him and his knowledge of her admiration towards pirates had been nothing but trouble from the get go. Tashigi, who had been good friends with her for the past year or so, had insisted that she was a good person but Smoker of course could care less. He couldn't see how someone who admired pirates so blatantly could be anything but trouble.

The problem was; it annoyed her that he hated her very guts but was always so civil with her mother.

She often wondered if he liked Maria, though it was clear to her that her mother would be too old for him to begin with. The woman was almost halfway to hundred, for goodness sake!

But Miya loved her mother. Sure, she wasn't her biological mother and sure, the story of how Maria found her in a trash bin always moved her but there was absolutely no way the older woman was going to find happiness in a man like him.

On the bright side, her mother did liked that tailor next door; leaving Miya to smile. Yes, the tailor and her mother would make a great couple. After all, it was about time she got into a relationship after her husband passed away!

The thought that passed made Miya's heart ached a little bit. She remembered her mother telling how she lost both her husband and her newborn baby in the span of a week. It must have been heartbreaking to be the only one left alone but as her mother always told her, the sight of Miya crying and abandoned at the trash bin had felt like fate for her.

It was as though God was telling her not to give up. And so she gladly raised Miya with all the love she could shower her and here she finally was; a full grown woman eighteen years of age.

And not to mention with responsibilities! (To hurry the old tailor next door to ask for her mother's hand in marriage as she swore she saw him a few times now practicing his lines).

Thoughts of helping him flew out the window as the chimes to the front door rang, signalling that visitors have finally made their way to her bar.

"Good Afternoon! Welcome to Break-A-Booze!" Miya stood up excitedly and was surprised to see a group of people no more her age strolling through.

"We heard the booze here's the best." The only woman in the group spoke up. "But it's kinda empty…"

"Maybe we got the wrong place?" Moss-man interrupted, leaving Miya to hurry to her customers.

"You got the right place! Please, take a seat. Business's just slow today for some reason."

"Really?" A young man with a long nose looked at her dubiously. He took the nearest seat anyway. "You mean, this never happens?"

"Never!" Miya grinned confidently. "Except that one time Gold D. Roger was executed since everyone went to see his execution instead. But oh! Of course, it's something I heard from my mother so I won't know how true it is. I wasn't even born yet."

"Gold D. Roger?!" This time the one with straw hat spoke. "I knew it! He must be awesome!"

"As you are awesome!" A blond man with curly eyebrows suddenly took her hand and kissed it. O…kay? "Your name, milady?"

"M-Mi-?" She couldn't even finish her name as he mistaken her murmurs for one.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful face-"

"Mi, right?" Moss-man finally took a seat. "Think you can get us the best booze here?"

My name's not Mi…but oh well.

The young woman smiled and ushered the others to their table. She gave a nod and proceeded to ask if they'd like food with it. Murmurs of meat went around the table and she headed into the kitchen to wake up their cook who was sleeping, who quickly got on his feet to serve their first customers today. Meanwhile, she headed to the bar as she brewed them her favourite and her specialty; green apple flavoured vodka.

She was elated when the quintet approved of the taste as they asked for more.

"Hey, this is pretty decent." Moss-man praised her. "Any other specialties you have?"

"This is my best." Miya admitted. "But there are a couple of others I can make if you'd like me to."

"I heard that the bar girl here's an expert at picking out alcohol for people based on their looks." Curly brows man spoke up. "… Is that you?"

"Sure is!" Miya smiled as she saw their eyes lit with anticipation. "Would you like a special each?"

"Of course!"

And so she went behind the bar again: specialties including old ale, wine, gin, whiskey and more vodka. The group were definitely enjoying their tasting session as they tried the different drinks; even if it was meant for the other person.

"This is seriously the best." Moss-man praised her again and she bowed her head humbly.

"And it tastes great with the meat too!" The straw hat stared right at her. "Okay, I've decided! Hey, you wanna be part of my crew?"

Miya laughed at the question she got far too many times from pirates who'd visited their shores. "I can't, sorry."

"Why not?!" He pouted, offended that Miya turned him down.

"For one, I don't even know who you guys are."

"I'm Luffy, and this is Zoro, Usopp, Nami and Sanji."

Too fast. "And two, I can't leave my mother here all alone."

"That's too bad." The girl called Nami trailed off. "You make great drinks and it would have been nice to have another girl on board."

"And three." She laughed again. "You guys don't even know my name."

The crew began to stare squarely at her. And then, a still silence.

"So?" It was Sanji who broke the awkwardness that went on for a few seconds. "What is it?"

"What's what?" The young woman shrunk back at their intense gazes.

"Your name." They replied at the same time.

"M-Miya."

"Well, Miya," Luffy sighed as he took a bite out of his meat. "I still think it's a damn shame."

Miya shook her head as she gave them a firm response. "Maybe, but who knows? Let's leave it up to fate."

The crew gave her puzzling looks but thought no more of it as they began to chow down on their food. The bar girl, in the meanwhile, went back to her safe spot; eyes lost on the quintet's antics. Fate…

Like how fate brought her mother to her; maybe one day fate will show her the way to life.

And that's all Miya thinks as she watched them slurp the booze that she made.