It was the middle of the night when somebody started knocking on the door. Nami groaned as she covered herself with the sheets.

"Goddamn you..."
"It's your turn."
The orange haired girl glared at her girlfriend.
"What?"
Vivi yawned and turned around.

"I helped him last time."

"But-"
"Go!"
She groaned again and got up. She grabbed a nearby robe and put it on. The redhead left their room and headed for the front door. She opened it, groaning one more time.

"Heeey..."
"Sanji, do you know what time it is?"
"I'd tell you but she stole my watch too."

The blond walked and placed his coat on the hanger.

"Well, sorry."
"Sorry? Every fucking time! Look, if you can't get a regular girl, don't get girls at ALL. It's the fifth time this month."
"Fourth. Last Friday she didn't steal from me."
"No. She just beat the crap out of you."

He smiled slightly and sat on the couch. Nami frowned and closed the door.

"I'm going to get a spare key."
"No need, she didn't take my keys."
"Then what the hell are you doing here?"
"I need your help."
Nami looked at him.

"At five fucking thirty?"
"I think I'm in love."

"You always do."
"I mean, seriously. Like with you."
She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, look how good that turned out."

"I doubt this one is simply going to decide she's gay-"
"I'm bisexual."
"- 2 weeks before our wedding and run off with the maid of honor."
He chuckled.

"You own me, remember?"
She glared at him.

"Fine. I'll help you. In the morning! After I get some freaking sleep, alright?"
He got up and grabbed his coat.
"Okay, tomorrow at 9, typical place?"
"Yeah, yeah..."
He opened the door.
"Bye bye, love you!"

"Fuck off." said the redhead as she turned around and headed for the bedroom.

He laughed and walked out, closing the door behind him.

-

Nami sat at a little table, at the local Cash Cafe. She was reading some plans while drinking a soy latte. Sanji walked in, smiling as always.

He waved at Nami and walked towards the counter.
"Hey Gabe, could you get me a Latte Macchiato with caramel? Oh, and a chocolate chip cookie!"

"Sure thing man."
The blond smiled at the counter boy and sat down in front of Nami.

"Hey there sweetheart!"
"Greek columns look good with marble floors right?"
"How the hell should I know, you're the architect!"
She glared at him and sipped her latte.

"So, about the girl?"

"5 minutes."
"What?"
"She'll be here in 5 minutes."
"You invited her?"
"No, she goes here everyday at 9:15."
He checked his brand new watch.

"4 minutes."

"You're stalking this girl?!"
"Of course not. You know I come here everyday for my dose of sugar and caffeine."

"Sanji, just exactly are you getting yourself into?"
"Hopefully not in another strange situation involving a bisexual fiancée and the gay maid of honor."
She glared at him.

"I'm kidding! Geez."
They sat around for a few minutes.

"Look, there she is."

Nami casually glanced at the entrance.

"Holy sh- Sanji, she's old!"
"Oh, c'mon. She can't be over 30!"
The redhead glared at him.

"Sanji!"
"What?"
"She's got to be at least 5 years older than you!"
"So?"
"That is not acceptable!"
Both of them discreetly watched as the dark haired woman ordered an espresso and sat down next to a window reading.

"You should go talk to her."
"I thought you didn't like the idea."
"Better than you acting like a crazy stalker!"
"Good point. But...I don't think I can."
"What the hell are you talking about, jackass! You can pickup crack whores at some dirty alley but you can't get the nerve to go talk to one decent woman?"
"Duh."
"Get up and go there asshole!"
"Fine."
He got up and headed towards the woman. He smiled at her, she smiled at him. Nami turned around to drink her latte. Suddenly she heard a punch. She turned around in time to see Sanji arguing with a blue haired man and the dark haired woman yelling at the blue haired man.

Against all common sense, Nami got up and went to help her ex-fiancée/friend.

-

"Hey, Nami, glad you're home, we're out of-OH MY GOD, what happened!?"
The redhead looked at Vivi and sighed.

"Why can't all exes be like me and Sanji?"
"Speaking of myself, do you mind if I get some ice for my eye?"

"Sure, go ahead."
The blue haired girl hugged her.

"Oh, look at your lip!"
"Gee, seriously? I didn't notice at all!"
"C'mon, sit down..."

Sanji appeared with a bag of frozen peas on his eye.

"What, are we out of steak?"
"Actually, we are, that's what I was going to tell you before I saw what happened. By the way, what happened? It looks like you were in a bar fight!"
"No, it was a coffee shop fight."

Sanji sighed.

"There's this girl-"
"Girl?"
"Woman. I went to talk to her and out of nowhere her ex showed up."
"And I decided to help Sanji. Which I'm never doing again, by the way."

"I didn't ask for your help. Well, the guy was extremely pissed and punched me, then came Nami and he attacked her too. Gabe called security and they got the guy out of there. But, who cares, I got a date!"
Vivi looked at him, worried.

"Sanji...If she steals from you or beats you up or tries to trade you for meth, don't appear at 5 am, okay?"
"Nobody ever tried to trade me for meth..."
"Please?"
"Okay, okay! I got to go now, I'll see you girls tomorrow."
"See ya." said Nami.

He headed towards the door.

"Oh, Sanji?"
"Yeah?"
"We're even."

He smiled and left.