Zosan/neozosan rated - T

Extra Credit - 5

"Sorry to bail on you guys like this."

"No, we understand. We're not going to stay much longer either." Pell gave the drunkenly snoozing professor a sidelong glance, "I don't get why you agreed to help him get home though. I thought you hated this guy?"

Sanji shrugged, "Of course I hate him, but just because he's the world's biggest asshole doesn't mean I have to be."

Chaka nodded in agreement, "You're a good man, Sanji. We'll see you later?"

"Sure!" Sanji roughly shook the drunken professor, "Come on, sleeping ugly. The cab is here."

Professor Roronoa staggered to his feet prompting Sanji to throw an arm around him before the idiot fell and cracked his skull open. Roronoa's back was surprisingly broad and solidly packed with muscle. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing that he hadn't picked a fight.

Sanji pulled the professor closer as they navigated through the crowded bar to the door. He could feel Roronoa's body heat as he tugged the professor's muscular arm over his shoulders. Warm breath, heavy with the scent of alcohol, brushed against the side of his neck as the professor rolled his head to the side to stare at Sanji's chin.

"Where s'we goin'?"

"Home."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. Shut up and get in the car already!"

Sanji guided the professor into the waiting cab. Shutting the door, he stood back for second and sighed. It would be so easy just to give the cabby the address he'd found in the man's wallet, but then the drunken fool might pass out on the stairs to his apartment or something. Sanji groaned in frustration at his own shitty sense of obligation before jogging around to crawl into the other side of the cab.

Giving the cab-driver the address, Sanji buckled up and glared out the window as they pulled out of the bar parking lot. Professor Roronoa slumped against Sanji's side, his head falling heavily onto Sanji's shoulder before the bastard resumed snoring - right in Sanji's ear. "Goddammit, I better be racking up some serious good points with karma for this!"

With his shitty luck the professor wasn't going to remember any of this in the morning. Sanji shook the snoring drunk until the professor opened bloodshot eyes and blinked at him stupidly. "Come on. Let's get you home."

Fortunately the professor remained conscious enough to not be mere dead weight as Sanji struggled to load them both into the elevator. However the drunk man was still a pain in the ass as he wove on his feet and clung to Sanji like a human barnacle. He never would have pegged his caustic professor to be the clingy type, but Roronoa had an arm locked solidly around the back of Sanji's neck as his head nuzzled into Sanji's shoulder. If only he had a sweet lady wrapped around him instead of this stinking drunk! Sanji glared the floor numbers displayed above the panel of buttons as he willed for the damn elevator to move faster.

After they were finally on the sixth floor, Sanji practically dragged the hapless professor down the hall as he hunted for the apartment number off the license. He regretted ever agreeing to help. He should be back at the bar right now impressing Vivi with his wit and charm. The professor mumbled in protest as Sanji tried to nudge the man's head off his shoulder.

This had better be fucking worth the trouble - he was going to be so pissed if the professor really forgot everything from tonight.