Title: Not drunk
Author: Sayuka
Rating: PGish
Warning: Nothing for a change.
Pairing: ZoSan
A/N: It nearly deaded my brain. It needed go away.
He wasn't drunk. Really. He just was more amused than he probably should be.
But that really, really wasn't his fault. Nope. Definitely not his fault. He giggled again.
Those funny guys next to him started to look at him strangely. It was their fault for mixing some strange stuff into his drink. And it also was their fault for not being able to read "Wanted!"-Posters. Not long ago the Marines had gotten hold of a picture of him. Assholes.
One of those guys put an arm around his waist. Hm, that could get interesting. He had seen a certain head come into the bar not two minutes ago. Ah, there he was.
His arm shot in the air and he waved. "Daaaarling, over here!!"
As the green-haired-muscle-monster walked over to them he could feel the panic flow around the table like a wave. Ah, so those idiots knew his dumb face but not his pretty one. Shitty bastards. But they would pay for that. He snickered.
"Hello lover," he said soberly as Zoro stopped at the table" those gentlemen thought it would be a nice idea to give me drugs and sell me to the next best brothel."
Zoro's eyes narrowed. Hah, they were in for it now. Thinking they could sell the great Black Leg Sanji for a few beli. He heard the clicking of his lover's katanas being unsheathed. He leaned back. It was nice to not do the work for once.
He smirked as Zoro cut those idiots down like they were seaweed.
Then he snickered again. So funny.