A/N: Wasn't that fast? Haha, so heads up on this chapter guys, I'm kind of a fan of the Zoro x Robin pairing so there is hinted pairing in this chapter. I have some future work of the two but unless you guys don't like it, let me know? Because if by any chance you do like it, I have the chapter ready to go! And it's some kinky stuff haha. Thanks
"I'm telling you! You shoulda seen Kidd's face when he found out!"
Zoro's hard worked concentration snapped as a loud figure burst through the gym doors, followed by a rather bored companion.
"Sounds hilarious." Replied the now familiar, blonde haired figure.
"Hilarious is an understatement." Defended the annoyed source of the commotion.
"OI! Ace! Simmer down would ya!?" Shouted Zoro as he threw down the gigantic bar bell. He massaged his biceps, calming down the bulging veins that appeared to make pathways around his muscles.
"So sorry, Mister Swordsman!" Replied Ace as he sat down on the hard to miss blue ball, rolling it beneath him before bouncing up and down.
Ace noticed the size of Zoro's arm and allowed a rather 'holy shiiit' expression seep onto his face.
Zoro darted his eyes just in time to notice and answered by question, "The hell are you doing here anyway? Ain't this gym for actors only?"
Ace laughed, "But I am an actor! C'mon! I know you missed me," Ace stood up and went to ruffle Zoros dripping hair only to be smacked away, "Besides," He now ran his fingers seductively over his abs, following the deep ridges between each muscle, "I gotta keep in shape!"
Before Zoro could even react in the slightest bit, Marco tapped Ace's shoulder and motioned in the direction of yet another familiar cast mate. Ace couldn't help but laugh as he ran over.
"Smokey! Long-time no see you bastard!" The poor victim had his shoulders embraced with a tattooed arm and a smiling face.
Zoro didn't have time to give a shit and got ready to lift before getting interrupted once again.
"Sorry for the rudeness but there was a note stuck onto your locker." Marco handed the swordsman a note with his name artistically signed on it. "A small crowd of fans were trying to get into the changing rooms as soon as they saw Ace arrive. Take it as a favour."
"Thanks? I guess." Zoro replied, still looking at the note.
Marco walked off to try and save the harassed Smoker who was now trying to headlock Ace and kick the living shit outta him.
"What the hell? I can't be reading while I'm working out!" Zoro muttered to himself, rubbing his head as he opened the note. A few simple words were written on it.
Cafe at 4pm.
Don't be late.
R.
Zoro smiled and looked at the convenient wall clock.
3:50.
Of course I won't be late.
Getting himself up, he headed towards the changing room and was noticed by the now head locked Ace.
"Oi, Zoro! Leaving so soon! Help me ou-" Ace was kicked in the torso and sent flying a few metres back.
"Who talks when they're in a fight!?" Smoker growled as he spat out his cigar.
"Bastard! That huuurts!" Ace replied, now getting into the foetal position and started rubbing his abs. "Marco! Go get a lucky sucker to massage 'em for me!" Ace pleaded.
Marco sighed. "Shut up dumbass."
Zoro snuck through the changing room doors and noticed there was not a single soul in there. "Mmm? No one's around... Maybe that bastard... I doubt."
Zoro slipped his shirt on and creaked the door open and spotted the said crowd formed around the parking lot. "Hah, seems some poor soul got spotted." Sneaking out through the doors, the retired off-screen swordsman wandered around the crowd and laughing to himself manically as he noticed it was none other than Sanji that was being bombarded.
Almost at the edge of his escape, a shriek of pleasure erupted as the crowd turned around to chase the unsuspecting Zoro.
"Eh?... EHH!? You shitty cook!" Was all Zoro could shout back as he made his escape from the claws of the madly in love fan girls.
"I'm gonna kill him!"
"Miss, can I get you anything?" Asked a man, dressed in a full tuxedo.
"No, thank you." Smiled a raven haired woman.
"I'm waiting for someone." The waiter nodded and walked off.
The female allowed her blue eyes to stare at the clock on the brick wall.
4:02.
He's late.