He couldn't remember the first time he had sake. But there's this one sake he could never forget in his pirate life.
It was a specific type of sake Iceberg-san brought during the BBQ party at Water Seven; just days after Robin came back and Merry died at sea.
Only a few shots and Zoro could feel his head reeling and his body becoming light. He underestimated the liquor. Although Franky did warn him, he didn't practically listen and just finished whatever was left in that small bottle. He figured, he'd rather get drunk than let the rest of the crew be drunk with it. He's got faster recovery time in alcohol than they all do anyway.
Still, he did not expect the effect to be this immense. He couldn't walk straight. He could only curl up on one side and hold his head right up as he tries to sleep while feeling as if the world was turning faster than it should be.
"Isn't it too early to be sleeping on the side Kenshi-san?"
He tried to open one eye to confirm if the voice of that woman is coming from a real person and not a figment of his imagination.
"Shouldn't you be partying with the others?"
Her questioning blue eyes and curious face was staying longer in his memory than planned. Why now, of all times, did this woman decide to approach him?
"Why aren't you partying with the othe-irs?"
He gathered all the strength he had to make that question sound as normal as it should, but a slur at the end seemed to have given him away from the raven haired woman.
A brow raised up. "Are you—"
Ah, nevermind. No one escapes her knowledge anyway.
Lost control, he took the fall and rested his head right upon the shoulder of the person next to him. He couldn't help it. He was so drunk, he couldn't help himself to check out the smooth neck, and the body curves of the person sitting next to him. It didn't take him a second to decide that her shoulder was all he needs to bring his guard down and sleep.
"Zoro?"
Ah, she called his name.
"Oi Marimo! What do you think you're doing?!" He could hear the curly brows snarking at one end but he was too weak from nausea to even pick a fight.
Suddenly, a melodious laugh caught his ear as if trying to become the antidote of his alcohol toxicity.
"It's alright Sanji-san. He must've been really drunk right now."
There's a few seconds of silence when…
"Robin-schwaaan! My head's reeling too! Can I—"
"CUT IT OUT ALREADY!"
He didn't need to open his eyes to know what happened. It is in times like these that he's somewhat thankful that Nami is always by this woman's side.
Another melodious laugh…and before Zoro knows it, he felt a hand brush onto his hair, followed by a peck on his forehead.
Was he just given a kiss?
"Sleep tight, Kenshi-san. And thank you…for everything."
And unknown to anyone in the festivity, nor to the woman beside him…Zoro's nerves in the forehead softened and faded unto a smooth relaxed one –a side effect of the soft, serene, sleeping smile he didn't know he was capable of making.
If this is what it's like getting drunk…then Zoro wouldn't mind drinking a hundred shots of that sake everyday.
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