Vivi climbed into bed next to Zoro and hugged his arm.
"Night, Vivi," he acknowledged her.
About an hour passed. Vivi had fallen asleep, and Zoro was close to following suit.
Then, he heard it.
A shrill scream from the living room pierced the night air.
Quickly - but carefully - Zoro disentangled himself from Vivi and the bedsheets, running into the living room. There he was again, hand still wrapped tightly around the hilt of the dagger in Sanji's shoulder.
"Hello, Zoro," he greeted with a grin.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Zoro demanded angrily.
It was the middle of the goddamn night, for crying out loud.
"I have some time to kill," he replied calmly, yanking the knife from Sanji. "Let's play a game."
Sanji yelped, holding her shoulder and grimacing in pain. Zoro glared at the man, planting his feet firmly in front of the bedroom door.
"Why don't you come back tomorrow? I don't feel like dealing with your shit tonight."
"Fine. I don't have to play with you."
He walked over to Zoro and, before the smaller man could react, plunged the dagger into his abdomen.
"I'll just play with her," he finished, slamming his hand into Zoro's back to knock him down so he could just step over him.
Sanji leapt into action, running at the man and kicking him harshly in the head.
"Vivi's sleeping," she told him menacingly.
He turned around slowly, looking at her a moment.
"You really shouldn't have done that," he said before pulling out a small, old-fashioned revolver and shooting her in the leg she'd just used.
She cried out, falling to the ground and grasping the new wound.
"How unfortunate," he commented as he pulled out the empty chamber, popped in two more bullets, spun it, and shoved it back into its place.
He casually walked into the bedroom and pressed the barrel of the gun to Vivi's head, then pulled the trigger.