Title: Rough Nights
Warning: swearing and mentioning of sex
Word Count: exactly 300
Pairing: ZoSan
Topic: Broke/Broken (written for the onepieceyaoi100 LJ community)
"Hey, shitty cook, I need money, lend me some!"
Zoro stood in the doorway to the galley in his usual nonchalant way. Sanji, busy with washing the dishes, was immediately pissed off by that damn swordsman's attitude.
"You're always broke, if you need some Beri go to Nami, don't bother me with this shit.", he said, not even turning his head to look at Zoro.
Arms crossed in front of his chest Zoro leaned against the door frame and answered with a very bored sounding voice.
"Nah, that damn witch has increased her interest rate once again and she doesn't really need to know what I want the money for..."
That statement finally piqued the cook's interest.
"...Huh?" He turned around, a wet, dripping plate still in his hands, and forgot to scold Zoro for badmouthing Nami-swan, when curiousity took over.
"So what is it then, damn marimo?"
"Our nightly fucking sessions were hard on my hammock's net and ropes, I don't think it will survive another night like yesterday.", his lips formed a lewd grin.
"Keh, that's your own damn fault for using all your brute force..."
"Really? Now who is the one always pleading me to get rougher?"
Sanji couldn't stop a blush forming on his cheeks. The damn bastard had a point there, though he'd never admit that.
"You damn asshole, fuck off, out of my kitchen, NOW!", enraged he threw the plate he was holding and it shattered at the door frame, where Zoro was standing a splitsecond before, chasing him out of the galley.
Nonetheless Sanji made a mental note to look for a nice, sturdy hammock when he'll go shopping for supplies later. He wouldn't want to miss out on their nightly activities after all.