Part 2: ZoSan


"Why are you hanging around in here?" Sanji asked irritably. He could feel the last of his good will and patience begin to fade. "You're going to miss the ball drop."

Zoro shrugged. "The booze is in here."

Sanji felt his face heat as his irritation boiled into anger. He had been the one responsible for making the food and drinks for their New Year's party, and he took his job very seriously. But it was difficult to get anything done when there was a moss headed moron in his way every time he turned around. Zoro seemed to be purposefully trying to get under his feet, and Sanji was running out of patience fast. Only the thought of breaking something in Robin's kitchen had stopped him from acting out.

"There's beer in the living room!" Sanji shouted. "Go drink it out there!"

Zoro shrugged again and leaned against the refrigerator door.

Sanji growled in frustration and turned back to the dessert cups he was working on. From the other room, he could hear the countdown begin. Luffy and Chopper seemed to be competing for who could shout the loudest.

"Ten! Nine! Eight!"

"You better get in there," Sanji said to Zoro. "You're going to miss it."

Zoro didn't move. Sanji threw his hands up in frustration and turned to face the bastard.

"Are you even listening or does nothing sink into that grass brain of yours!"

Zoro regarded Sanji intently for a moment. Sanji wondered if a fight was inevitable. At least if Zoro started it, Sanji could plead innocent.

"Three! Two! One!"

Zoro moved before Sanji had the chance to defend himself. A pair of warm, rough lips smashed against his own for a moment before they were gone again.

"Heh." Zoro chuckled, licking his lips. "Not bad, cook."

He left Sanji spitting into the sink behind him.