Wanting to get drunk hard after a long day's work, Zoro went to a regular bar after seeing his business employees off home since most are teetotal or have to get up early for the next morning. Not Zoro, he would loosen up and go to work gladly the next day.
But tomorrow he's got a day off, so tonight he's hitting on the hard drinks. "I want the usual but give me the hard beer too," he says, ordering a lot of drinks from the barkeep.
"Oi! I'm making the order first green-haired bastard," slurred the blond with the swirly eyebrow. Zoro wanted trouble with that asshole but he didn't want to get kicked out so he pulled up a stool three seats away from him and waited patiently.
"I'll have the scotch and bourbon," The guy blubbered drunkenly. "Okay, Sanji but be careful remember the last time,"
"I know Mike-san, I'll pay the tab too,"
"Not tonight, it's on the house," The bartender grinned, starting to mix the drinks. "On the house?" Zoro grimaced. "What will it be Zoro-san, the usual?"
"Yeah and a couple of beers," The bartender nodded and walked back to the blond with a small wrinkled grin on his face. Now turning towards the flat screen above the tarnished bar, there's a fencing tournament on some western channel that Zoro wanted to catch up on but it felt pointless watching it when the bar is full of noisy people.
"Wow! What a rush-" spoke the blond bastard, drinking like a horse with his free drinks. Zoro rolled his eyes in bitterness and turned to the flat screen again to ignore the situation. Clack! The drinks he had ordered from the bartender is all lined up nicely in front of the counter.
Zoro nodded and give the old man his thanks and the money he owed him too.
With gladness, he glugged a few whisky's and rum. The acidic taste in his mouth was washed down with a nice cold beer.
"What's the hurry, Marimo!" The drunk blond taunted.
"Don't talk to me or the mood to get smashed is ruined," he hissed, still drinking the beer. Zoro hoped he took the hint that he just wanted to have a couple of beers to secure his quiet time. The blond bastard returned to his rowdiness on the drinks and it finally turned blissful to Zoro's ears. Well for about ten seconds.
"Why did ya slag me off for then, Marimo bastard,"
"I wasn't slagging, I don't want no trouble," Zoro grumbled, looking away to control his temper.
"Hah, right," The blond guy parked on the seat next to him. "Hey Mike, order the same for him,"
"No! Er don't-that's fine," Zoro refused, knowing he's about burst in anger. "Why refusing something that's for free?" The blond wondered curiously with a raised eyebrow. Zoro rose up from his seat. "Bathroom," he muttered inaudibly, rushing towards the pungent men's room.
"That rat ass bastard," Zoro ranted harshly, washing his face as though his anger would just go away.
He glared at his smudged reflection in the mirror. Zoro looked under the cubicles to make sure no one can witness his unwavering temper by banging his head first on one of the doors.
Knock, knock,
"Oi, your drinks are ready Marimo," spoke the blond bastard he was ranting on about ten seconds ago. Zoro heard his footsteps retreating while he slouched back on the cold tiled floor. "What the flying fuck!"
"Agrh! Is he trying to piss me off so I could get kicked out," Zoro complained, slowly returning back to his usual indifferent traits and adjust his cufflinks.
He pulled himself back up from the sink and fix his tie to a perfect knot and grumpily return to the bar. "Look, guy I really had refuse," said the Marimo, standing in front of the blond.
"Ahh, I guess you're working the next day, right Zoro," Mike intervened behind the counter.
"Don't be so modest and drink a couple you bastard Marimo," The blond rolled his eyes and poured a couple of shot glasses. He spilled it slightly but drunk to heart's content. "I don't think I should," the business man declined heavily. The blond slammed the shot glass and glared at him.
Zoro crossed his arms. "What is this bastard planning?"
He knows that refusing him again would get him nowhere and it would cause a lot of problems in the establishment he have grown rather fond of this past year.
Therefore, Zoro had sat down with some lingering half witted idea's how to get out of this. "Maybe I could wait until he passed out and I can go drink at some other bar's later," he thought. "That's the spirit!" The blond idiot chuckled dryly and gulf down many shots glasses...
Many shots of jacks (Daniel's) and bourbons later, the two guys are plastered drunk and stunk strongly of the alcohol. Zoro still have some brain cells left while Sanji couldn't stop laughing and slurring his words with good nature. "You're fucking weak," Zoro scoffed, still drinking his beer as though he has an iron clad stomach.
"That means I have lot more fun than you do,"
Sanji laughed even more loudly and strike Zoro with a drunken pat on the back. "Oi! You almost made me spill my beer, idiot bastard," he growled. "Oooo, I'm so scared," the drunken freeloader spoke with sarcasm. "You fucking should be," Zoro grimaced.
"Ahh, C'mon enjoy the party, Marimo,"
"Its not a party and stop calling me Marimo, I already have enough nicknames at work,"
"Uh, what about no,"
Zoro curled his lip and scrunched his fist a little. He let this go a minute later and guzzle down his beer. "Hey, Mike I'm gonna smoke by the fire exit alright," Sanji smirked, walking under the velvet rope by the stairs.
"Don't you fucking move," he glared at the Marimo, ciggie in between teeth. Zoro scoffed while the swirly eyebrow vanished up the stairs. He groaned indignantly but was returned to the peace that he wanted since he had set foot in the bar. "Ahah, Sanji doesn't mean any harm, he's just gets lonely sometimes because of his job as a chef,"
Zoro nodded, not wanting to care about that shitty cook's life. "Right he's lonely huh,"
"Ugh! Why do I care?" he thought. The old guy kept talking about Sanji as though he's proud of him or something. Zoro drowned his pointless words out by drinking and play candy crush under the counter.
"Right Marimo, another drink," smiled Sanji, back from the cold fresh air on the rooftop.
"I told ya not to call me that-" Zoro sneered but paused. "What?" Sanji wondered,
"Erm nothing," he scowled. Sanji shrugged and return towards his attention to the bartender. Zoro doesn't really care but he did notice something was off with that blonde idiot.
"Ahh, thanks Mike!" he smirked, smacking his hands together.
"Hold up, I think he already had enough," Zoro interrupted with a guilty conscience and put his hand over the bourbon glass. "Nah! I'm fine give me one, Mike,"
The bartender paused and looked at his friend/co-worker with a slight grimace in his wrinkled face. "I think you have enough, Sanji-San," Mike sighed, putting the bourbon away."Hey why do ya agree with him all of the sudden," The blond jeered.
"You were crying, idiot," Zoro grimaced. Sanji turned to him with contempt. "Oh, is that it then? I was crying? So that's why I can get a pissing drink!"
Suddenly, a few onlookers stared and gawped at their chef. Slap!
Zoro had suddenly hit the floor and broke a few stools too with his body. His back screamed with mild back pain while his face was stung by a mildly weak force of Sanji's hand.
"Oi, what was that for!"However...his words were ignored as the whole bar was stunned and in silence. Mike tried to open his mouth to reassure his customers but nothing came out. Now grabbing the hold of Zoro's necktie, Sanji scowled at him as his nostrils flared wildly. The Marimo choked and gagged a little bit in the process.
"You, Me, outside,"
He let go as he stormed out, leaving the patron's speechless. Zoro massaged his neck but bowed to them as an apology for what have been done.
And he soon followed him.