A/N: Okay, first one piece fic- ever. Inspired by my love for the anime and manga, as well as my friends in the OP verse on Aniroleplay.
Disclaimer: I, InuxKagLover2011, do not own One piece. Never have, never will. The owner is one Eiichiro Oda; and he's doing a fine job with it.
Our story starts in the small town of Grandville in the state of New Jersey, 1921. The time of the rising bars and night clubs, gambling and illegal drinking. Women were starting to work, albeit under the table; metaphorically speaking, of course.
One particular club had just gotten a new dancer, a flapper with bright orange hair and hazel orbs. She was somewhat of an average height for a girl at the ripe and tender age of 19. Nami was her name and she was placed under the care of two of the older women who'd started the previous month; one with unnatural bright bubblegum hair and bright green eyes that shone like fresh cut grass in the spring time. The other woman, looked more mature with her straight dark hair and piercingly crystal blue eyes.
The first woman, Jewelry Bonney or "Bon-Bon" for short, wore a short dress that barely covered her thighs and had little sequins that would sparkle and shine every time one of the lights above the stage hit them.
The more mature looking woman, her name was Robin Nico, but everyone just called her Robin. She wore more of a dark, seductive outfit. For the times, it was a bit on the racy side; what looked to be a leather or even a black lace brazier or more rather a corset with a brazier top, covered her chest. Of course, when she wasn't on the stage, she wore a shawl to protect her body from weary looks and the occasional touchy-feely drunk. But, on the bottom, she wore a pair of knee high nylons, connected to a garter belt that latched onto small clips on the bottom of her corset.
It was these two women who were going to teach the new dancer how to get the money she would need to work in this business. Of course for extra protection, the club's owner, Roronoa Zoro trusted his bartender to handle the extra roudy men. Zoro couldn't always be accounted for, being that he worked so hard to keep the joint afloat, he couldn't always stay awake during business hours.
Sanji, also known as Black Leg, for his lightening fast kicks that would leave a man black with bruises for weeks, stood behind the bar. He had wanted the job, originally because he enjoyed to serve and make others happy with his art of cooking and knowledge of fine alcohol. But, since the entrance of the flapper girls, he'd really started loving his job. He didn't even mind that the boss man with unnaturally mossy green hair slept most of the time, anymore.
Bonney and Robin brought Nami up to the bar to meet Sanji, before the club opened. Of course, the girl was shy. Sanji was a good looking 21 year old man, who seemed to know how to charm the ladies. "Why hello there, my lovely lady. I am Sanji, most of our patrons know me as Black Leg though. I'm here to serve them drinks and get them plastered enough to give gracious tips to you and the other girls, but I'm also here to make sure they don't go too far and become inappropriate towards you." His smile was charming as he reached out for her hand, bringing it to his mouth for a chaste kiss.
Nami's cheeks flushed when she felt the warmth of his lips against her hand. All she could do was nod her head and mumble a thank you to him. Her wide, almost totally innocent eyes seemed out of place in this non-innocent club, where women dressed in short dresses and danced for the entertainment of drunken men.
But that would soon change.
A/N: Review! :D Tell me what you like and don't like. But, be gentle..~ ;D
