A/N : This is a Oc x Zoro story.
Disclaimer : I do not own One Piece
The woman wiped her hands on her apron checking to look at the time. She stared up at the ceiling tapping her fingers on the table counting downthe ticking minutes, until the bar opened. Her hands twitched as if she needed to do something to pass time. Her mind was going in rapid directions focusing on wel- nothing. The large clock finally did speed up and soon the doors slowly filled in with strangers. Mainly pirates and thugs were regular customers. The loud noises and the old aura of happiness, made the place feel as if it was welcoming.
Her hands soon filled with plates of food and mugs full of rum. The woman's long skirt ruffled through the men as she placed the food down next to them. "There you have it." Her thick accent taking deep into her words. She wordlessly stood there as the men handed her a small tip and left soon after. Know one seemed to bother her, she simply let them do as they please. She had no time for small petty arguments that humans had for. The bar was a stable place for her to work and get a good amount of money to sustain a living in this world. She stayed in a nearby inn that payed close to nothing of the rough shapes it was in. Her life was simply going as it pleased as nothing was happening. She thought it was time for a change.
The men and few women there was seemed to slowly leave the bar, trickling out, it was soon to close. As the last person left she closed the door, locking it tightly. The woman put down her worn apron down and grabbed her bag leaving out the exit door. She had to get back to the place were she stayed quickly before her rabid animal gets hungry. Her foot thudded on the cobblestone streets echoing through the dark alleys. As she reached her destination she braced herself for a smell. Reaching out to grab her bag to cover her nose she opened the door.
The smell hit her like a ton of bricks. As usually her nose scrunched up and she stared aimlessly at a furry white beast. She put down her bag on a rusty chair and went to go take a shower. She took her garments off as she headed into the shower. "Cesaire what have you been doing all day?" Her voice echoed sharply off the ceiling walls. The beast also known as Cesaire just rummaged through her bag with his nose looking for food. He soon found just one peice of meat and growled. "Nothing." His voice coy and gruff as he responded to her chewing on the meat. He wanted to leave this place. It did not seem fitting for them as known there titles.
"We are leaving when it turns midnight." The woman's voice chimed in delight as the thought of leaving. They have enough money to buy a small boat and enough to carry out supplies for a short journey. She got out of the shower quickly putting on very strange cloths. Her neck lined with a black cloth outlined with yellow. Cropping at the top showing her stomach. Her pants were cut offed, connecting by a gold chain. The woman quickly put on a black hoodey covering her cloths and face from the view of many.