New Year's Eve
There was screaming everywhere, lights were flashing around him and he couldn't see through the throng of people. He wanted nothing more than to pull out his katana put he didn't have enough room to do so. Instead he had to settle for shouldering his way through the crowd, searching for the cook. Unfortunately everyone seemed to be blond here which made finding him harder. Then he noticed a thin tendril of smoke rising in the air, his gut told him that the smoke was coming from the cigarette Sanji no doubt had in his mouth. Sure enough he followed the smoke to the cook.
He was standing in the corner of the room a cocktail in one hand the other holding the ever-present cigarette. He had a silly party hat on his head and yet still managed to look charming. When he saw Zoro he smiled and opened his arms to invite Zoro closer. The swordsman moved right up to the other man, smelling his aftershave and the cigarette.
"10!"
"9"
Sanji drained the last of his drink – not his first of the night for sure judging by the glaze to his eye – and placed the empty glass on the table behind him.
"8"
Sanji moved an arm to drape over Zoro's shoulder.
"7"
"6"
Zoro wrapped his arms around Sanji's thin waist.
"5"
"4"
Sanji took the final drag of his cigarette, putting it out.
"3"
Sanji sidled closer to Zoro so that their hips were flush together.
"2"
Zoro's tongue darted out to moisten his lips.
"1"
Their lips met in a sinfully sweet kiss, no rush just taking their time. They savoured the moment, bringing in the new year in the manner they wished to spend it. Together.