"You know, for a pirate that's taken over a kingdom and is cozying up to the marines at the same time," Koala began, "Crocodile sure does know how to run a casino." The machine she was at paid out a small amount.
Sabo nodded, slurping his drink as he eyed the crowd. "I give him credit for picking a desert nation, being a sand
logia, but the whole 'pirate ruling a country' thing leaves a really bad taste in my mouth. Pirates are free; why give that up to rule a country?"
Koala turned, giving him an odd look, "Sabo, what are you talking about? Pirates aren't any freer than anyone else."
"I don't know." He shrugged, taking another sip as his eyes scanned the crowded room just in time to see a small group go tearing through the place. "They always just seemed free to me." His stomach rumbled and he frowned, "what kind of drink is this?"
"Fermented camel milk and bananas."
Sabo shot up and ran, "where's the bathroom?"
"What? Why?"
"I'm lactose intolerant!"
