A/n: This was going to be a short drabble and then I got carried away…like really carried away. But I giggled to myself the entire time I wrote it so long drabble it is.

Law looked down at the list in his hands for what must have been the hundredth time. He could not believe this was really happening. He had been so sure he would win the bet with Shachi he hadn't bothered to find out just what he would have to pay if he lost. He sighed heavily, glaring at the neon sign on the outside of the building in front of him.

Law did not like shopping, unless it was for books or medical supplies. He did not like crowds, or really people in general. Most of all he did not like making a fool of himself. However he was a man of his word, and if he didn't go through with at least some of this list he would never hear the end of it

He headed into the store, well aware of his Shachi and Penguin following him. Once inside the store he glanced at the paper one last time before folding it and sliding it into his pocket.

Well, he thought, let's get this over with.

Nami was not having a good day. Luffy had locked himself out of his apartment last night so he had crashed at her place. Not only had he kept her up all night with his whining for her to "play" with him, he had also eaten most of what was in her fridge and broken her favorite coffee mug. Now, on her day off, she was being called into work because someone else hadn't shown up.

So here she was, bright and early, trudging into work when suddenly a man she had never seen before (a customer?) was standing in front of her. He was tall, lean, tattooed, and a little scruffy looking in his bright yellow hoodie and poofy white hat. He leaned over so his face was level with hers and spoke in a serious, almost grave, tone.

"Would you be so kind as to direct me to your Twinkies?"

Surprised by the mundane request in the serious tone, Nami stared at him for a moment and before she recovered he had straightened and walked away briskly. Figures, she thought to herself, the weirdos are out. I'm not even supposed to be here today!

She shook her head, brushing aside all thoughts of the strange man, and went to clock in. The first part of her day was to be spent on the floor, restocking and straightening shelves.

No more than twenty minutes into her shift she saw the strange man again. She was folding some graphic t-shirts in the men's department and he was standing near the display of ball caps. Normally that wouldn't seem strange at all, maybe he was looking over the products to decide if he wanted one, but that wasn't the case. He was standing completely still and staring at the ceiling. I glanced upwards, wondering if there was something out of place up there. We had once had a bird get stuck in the store and nest up by the roof so maybe that had happened again. I couldn't see anything of interest and lowered my gaze to see that he was gone. Great, now the weirdos were getting to me too, she thought, grumbling under her breath about how she wasn't supposed to be here today.

After she had finished folding the shirts she headed over to the toy department. Her boss had asked her to make sure the action figure's were properly sorted into their different bins. When she turned to enter the aisle she just stood, dumbstruck, at what she found. Someone had emptied the bins, strategically setting up each and every figure into what look like a full scale battlefield. It appeared to be a war between the characters from DC Comics and the Marvel franchise. On the right Thor was battling with Superman, on the left it was Aquaman verses Miss Marvel. Overall it looked like team Marvel was winning the "war". Sighing to herself about the extra work, Nami set about putting all the toys back where they belonged. If she saw a flash of yellow in the corner of her eye as she worked she paid it no mind.

Work moved along smoothly for the next hour or so, when completely out of the blue the strange yellow clad man approached her. This time he was wearing a pair of dark shades and glancing around, looking very suspicious. "The rooster is in the nest," he said in a low voice.

"What?" She asked reflectively as he handed her an object. She glanced down to see a toy cap gun in her hands.

"Use it wisely." He said sagely before turning on his heel and stalking away again. What the hell was wrong with him, she wondered, and is it contagious? She sighed, shaking her long orange hair, before heading back to the toy section to return the gun to it's rightful place.

After that Nami was actively keeping an eye out for the strange man, wondering just how long he intended to lurk in the store and whether or not he had some mental issue causing him to act this way.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of static and her boss's voice calling her name on the walkie talkie on her hip. She brought it to her mouth and answered, "this is Nami. What's up?"

"We have a box of car air fresheners that need to be stocked, can you take care of it?"

"Yes, sir," she replied and headed to the back portion of the building to retrieve the box. Soon she was entering the automotive section to stock the new air fresheners. She heard the sound of something being sprayed before she entered the aisle and again was face to face with the strange man. She opened her mouth, intent on asking him what he thought he was doing but started coughing instead. The air was so thick with air freshener it was hard to breathe. As she coughed the box was taken out of her hands and she felt herself being steered away from the air freshener aisle. The air became easier to breathe and she became aware of a light patting on her back.

"You might want to avoid that area for a little while, until the scent disperses." The man said, flashing her a smile that was somewhere between a grin and a smirk. Smiling was something he should do more, she noted mentally. She was sure she had never seen a more attractive smile. She nodded to him, still gasping for breath, as he walked away. When she could speak her throat felt slightly raw.

"I wasn't supposed to be here today." She said to no one in particular.

At lunch time she was extremely happy to get a chance to sit down, and more importantly, get away from the strange antics of the yellow clad man. Even if the memory of his amazing smile was still fresh in the back of her mind his actions today were off putting. How long was he going to be here anyway? As far as she could tell he was just lurking and acting strange not actually shopping.

She made her way to the employee break room, retrieved her lunch box from the fridge and sat down at the table. She had just started eating when her coworkers Robin and Vivi joined her.

"Nami I didn't know you were working today?" Robin asked, slipping into the chair next to her friend.

She groaned, "I wasn't supposed to but Conis had to call in. I guess her father is really sick or something. Anyway I am only filling in 'til three and then I am out of here."

"Lucky for that at least," Vivi said, "I have been here since seven and won't be off until four."

Nami put her sandwich down as something occurred to her. both Vivi and Robin opened today, maybe they too had seen the strange yellow man. "Hey you guys haven't noticed anyone weird in the store today have you?"

Both of her coworkers laughed before Robin answered with a small smile. "If you mean the man who posed as a mannequin for at least five minutes before scaring some poor old woman-

"Or the man who cornered Kohza in house wares and talked to him about the possibility of unicorns having existed in the past?" Vivi interjected.

"Oh god," Nami groaned, "has he done all that as well?"

Nami's lunch, where she had hoped to escape the strange man's antics, spiraled down into a conversation of all his doings that day. In addition to arguing for belief in unicorns and scaring old women he had placed random pieces of lingerie in various shopper's carts, asked a newer stock boy to help him find a product that doesn't exist, glared menacingly at anyone who approached the Barbie aisle, and filled out a paper application to the store. Using an obviously fake name, Toby O. Notoby he answered the question "Where do you see yourself in three years" with: In a mirror as always.

She sighed, setting the paper down. He had to be doing this all on purpose, right? The question was why? What would posses a grown man to act like this in public? Noticing the clock and the end of her lunch time she abandoned her musings to hurry back to work.

After lunch Nami was assigned a register. She stood, bored out of her mind, at register 7 as she waited for something to do. The candy and random merchandise stocked at the front had all been organized earlier so even that task couldn't provide her with a distraction. She heard someone approaching and smiled to herself, glad for something to do. She turned to greet the customer but her voice caught in her throat when she saw it was him. He had a cart full of matches, lighter fluid, and small containers of propane but that wasn't what really grabbed her attention. It was the wide smile on his face. It was the same one as before but somehow with the addition of an arsonist's wish list sitting in the cart it was much creepier this time.

Neither spoke as he started to pull the items out of his cart and set them on to the counter. Not looking away from him, Nami grabbed the closest item, a box of long matches, and slid it over the scanner.

It didn't beep.

She tried again. Still no beep.

Looking down and inspecting the bar code she found the issue and to her horror all the items on the counter had the same problem. Someone had taken a thick black marker and crossed out the barcode.

"Is there a problem miss?" The man asked, finally breaking the silence.

She shook her head, "not really. I'll have to put these in by hand so it might take a moment though."

He nodded at her, still smiling that slightly creepy smile, "I'm in no rush." The way he said that gave her chills and she wasn't quite sure if it was a bad or good thing.

Conis arrived at two, saying her father was finally doing better, to work an impromptu evening shift. With just about an hour before she was free for the day Nami was making rounds through the store and straitening any messes she found. She should have known, with the kind of day today had been, that was just asking for trouble

One aisle had throw pillows from the next one it scattered around the ground as if someone had stood on the other side and tossed them. After picking them up and taking them to the correct spot she found that the rest of the pillows were tossed over the opposite aisle.

Every alarm clock had been set to go off at 2:15. Every. Single. One. It took almost ten minutes to finish turning off and disabling each one. As she worked she reminded herself over and over that she was almost free for the day. And to think, she thought, I wasn't supposed to be here today. I would have missed all of this fun.

In office supplies all of the calculators, the cheap 99 cent ones, had been set to say various words. She wasn't even aware that you could make a calculator say 'bell', 'bliss', 'shell' or 'hose' but apparently it was possible.

She did see the strange man one more, though she would swear she saw him leave after buying his arson supplies. She passed him as he was standing by the fish tanks. She couldn't be sure, but she thought she heard him say "I know how you feel…" softly as she walked by.

To say Nami was relieved when she got to clock out at exactly three o'clock would be an understatement. It was, by far, the strangest day of work she had ever experienced in her life. Part of her was extremely happy to see it end, but another part couldn't help but wonder about the man. Even when she had rang him up earlier they hadn't spoken more than a few words. She was no closer to understanding why he had behaved the way he did now than when he had practically ambushed her as she walked in this morning.

She sighed as she walked to the front doors. Odds are she won't see him again and will never know what this was all about. However to her surprise she found him standing in front of the store with two other men.

"There," the man said sounding much more grumpy than before, as he pushed a wadded up paper into the hands of one of his companions, "I did them all. Happy?"

The other men smiled brightly at him, looking as though they were barely containing their laughter. One nodded as he chuckled and the spoke. "Yea, I'm happy. Let this be a reminder to you, don't bet against me in an eating contest!"

Nami gasped loudly. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but that made everything make so much sense. He lost a bet. Of course.

"Who's that?" She looked up at the question and noticed all three men were staring at her.

"Oh, sorry," she said feeling her face flush. She turned intent on leaving quickly before she embarrassed herself further but stopped when a hand gently wrapped around her wrist.

The strange man who had made her day more interesting was smiling down at her. It was the same smile from the air freshener incident. Part grin, part smirk, and for some reason it made her knees feel weak.

"I promise I'm not crazy," he said, his tone light and amused, "I lost a bet and my friends are dicks. I know today was a bit of a hassle for you and I'd like to buy you dinner to apologize if you'd allow me."

Nami smiled and thought to herself, maybe I was supposed to be here today.

I have no explanation for this, other then that it made me giggle while I wrote it.

Also I totally referenced a movie several times here though I don't know if anyone will get it. It makes me giggle to myself every time I read those lines though. Of course I reworded the quote without realizing it and this is already on tumblr so it's going to stay the way it is now.