What luck! A bar looking for help! Blueno recalled that he was great at mixing drinks! Plus, he actually had experience with bar ownership...but then, reality set in again. None of that mattered if he couldn't use his real name there. All he could hope was that his experience would be enough. "The Tox Fox? Not the name I would go with", Blueno said as he stared emotionless at the bar. The place was pretty small actually, which was in his best interest to stay on the down low. He could hear someone laughing on the inside. He could also hear slurred speech, was all too familiar to him. "Drunk sailors...its only been like a month and it already sounds nostalgic. "Well...wont get anything done by standing here." The second he opened the door, he smelled liquor!

It was way stronger than anything he had EVER smelled before. Probably because the place was filled with customers. "Ah, welcome to the Tox Fox", an older man shouted from the counter. He was definitely drunk himself. His face was red and his arm swayed as he waved.

"Hm...the owner is already intoxicated...wait...why IS he drinking in the first place", Blueno asked himself.

"Dad! Please don't let people see you like this", A feminine voice said from behind the drunken man. She was a young lady who looked to be in her late 20's. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore what appeared to be a server outfit. "I'm sorry sir. Welcome to the Tox Fox, what can I get for you?" Her voice sounded pretty monotone. She was either bored, or annoyed with her apparent father.

"I'm...here to see about the help wanted sign outside. For this place."

"Ah, right! We need a new bartender cause...this man here is retiring", she said as she pointed towards the smiling bartender. "That's my father Gilligan. My name is Moira. Im the server here ...sometimes people call be the 'BARista', but that's technically not correct.

"A pun if I've ever heard one. My name is Blueno, and if it helps, I used to have my own bar."

"Really. What happened? Why did you come here then", Moira asked. It was hard to tell if she was genuinely curious due to her monotone voice. A similar trait that he himself had, but he thinks he may have finally seen someone who was even less expressive than he was. At least outside of battle.

"Well, lets just say I left due to a call of duty."

"Um...ok. Anyways, if your already familiar with this then that makes it better. Normally I'd ask for other things from references to blood type but, we're not exactly working with civilized people here", Moira said as she glanced over at the group of drunken bickering men. It would seem that a fight would ensue soon. "Ugh, not again."

"Hey! Keep your hands off my drink! Get your own", one man shouted.

"Dont be stingy! You forgot who paid for it didn't you", another man shouted back.

Blueno eyed the two bickering men...but he honestly didn't have any interest in it. At least not until they would actually break out fighting. "I take it this is normal for them?"

"Yes. And so is this", Moira said, right before taking a huge breath. "HEY", Moira shouted. The second she did, a huge wave of wind shot out front of her. The shockwave traveled down the bar and flipped the table AND the two arguing men.

"Aw, come on Moira, we didn't even hit each other yet", one of the men said.

Bleuno stood, shocked at the entire action. It was obviously just a guess, but she must have had a devil fruit ability. It wasn't entirely impossible that maybe it was something else. "Well...that was certainly interesting."

"Im very sorry you had to see that. I usually only do that to break up fist fights, but I know those two enough to know it was only a matter of time", Moira said as she walked over to the table. She pulled it up and set it back upright.

"That thing you just did...was that the power of...", Blueno began to ask.

"A devil fruit? Why yes it was. It was the 'opera opera' fruit that I had ingested. It allows me to use my voice to create powerful shockwaves. That was only a warning shot mind you but I think I got my point across to them.

"Opera opera fruit? Wait a minute…that one was in the records but it was eaten by a man named Ramul. Though if you have it now then that must mean he croaked", Blueno said as he thought back to the database of cp9. The scientists of the government had plenty of info on existing devil fruits and Blueno would occasionally hear things about them.

"You know about these devil fruits? I don't know much" Moira replied.

"She ate it when she was 15. We didn't know about devil fruits back then so we assumed it was a bad tasting fruit. Then we learned it wasn't one day when she had a tantrum and nearly blew the house down with her voice", Gilligan said whilst laughing.

"Laugh all you want dad but that was a lot of repairs that had to be made. Anyways we don't have longer until we close for the night but we'll see what we can get done until then." It was actually pretty early in the morning already. Blueno and Fukurou were always the night owls of the group; a little more literal for the latter. "Show me your mixing skills.

"Very well. I'll make you a simple martini", Blueno said as he walked towards the counter.

Gilligan slowly scooted over and allowed Blueno passage to the mixing equipment. "Eager are we. Make us something good!"

Blueno began mixing the items, and shook it vigorously. With his strength alone, it didn't take much time before he poured them into two glasses. "Two Martini's on the rocks." He slid one other to Gilligan, and placed one directly in front of him where Moira stood.

Gilligan was the first to sip at the glass. He had a sign of pleasure on his face...but with him clearly being a drunk he would be fine with anything better than average "Ah, not bad, young man, not bad. You have much to learn though! I've definetly had better, HAHAHAHAHA", Gilligan laughed.

Blueno was shocked! He had never once heard anyway criticize a drink that he made. Well it wasn't exactly an insult at least, but still. "Really. And whom would that drink have come from?"

"You're looking at him! The owner of this bar of course", Gilligan replied. He was obnoxiously loud, but obviously not concerned with himself being such.

"Is that so? Then you probably wouldn't mind proving it then", Blueno said as he passed the mixer over to Gilligan.

"Its only fair Dad. Show him what its all about", Moira added.

"Hohohoho! If I must. Watch and learn kids", Gilligan shouted excitedly. He looked way to intoxicated to do anything really. Though looks could be deceiving. He grabbed the mixer and began adding ingredients almost as fast as Blueno did. And shook it as well. He didn't shake as fast as Blueno did however. After but a few moments of mixing, he poured the mix into a glass. Read em and weep", he said before taking another drink of liquor straight from the bottle.

"Dad! I told you to stop drinking straight from the bottle! Your killing our profit", Moira snapped as she snatched the bottle from her father. "Now I have to get rid of this!" Gilligan pointed at his gaping mouth, hinting he wanted her to let him finish the entire bottle.

Blueno picked up the glass, and sniffed at it. It smelled good sure, but could that old man really make a drink competently? There was only one way to find out! Blueno took a sip of the martini, expecting it to be average or below, but he was wrong. The drink was great! It had flavor! It was mixed perfectly! "This, is amazing", Blueno said with eyes wide.

"Well that's what happens when you spend your entire life mixing drinks. You have a lot of skill Blueno, but I can tell you haven't been a bartender for a very long time. At least not as long as I have", Gilligan said. It looked like he was finally starting to sober up. His previously red face was lightening up.

"He's been teaching me how to make drinks, but I don't really have as much interest in that", Moira sad as she stared out the window. Directly next to the bar was a solid view of the sea. The very thing that meant death should he accidentally take a wrong step or get too clumsy. A similar fate that awaited all devil fruit users who took to see...yet, the sea always called to those same people.

"I told you Moira...you don't have to work here if you don't want, but I just don't want you going out there. Even with your devil fruit ability I don't feel comfortable with you out there", Gilligan replied. It would seem it MAY have been the classic overprotective father suffocating his daughter scenario from what Blueno could gather.

"I know I know. Its not that I don't want to work here you know. I just want to know whats beyond that sea. I'll find out someday...but we're off topic! What are you going to do about our applicant here", Moira asked.

"Well, as I said, he's got a lot of potential. If I'm going to give this bar to someone, it has to be someone I can trust to serve the best quality drinks. How's about I train you some more until I'm convinced you can make a drink as good as mine. Then you can have this bar! Of course, until then you'll still be counted as an employee so I'll put you on payroll and whatever. What say you Blueno?"

"I'll take it as a challenge I suppose. Don't worry, you won't be disappointed." His face has been emotionless since he entered the door, so Moira found it hard to tell if he was serious or not. Though with she herself being similar in expression, Gilligan could tell Bleuno was indeed serious about this.

"That means we'll be working together from here on out. Again, nice to meet you Mr Blueno", Moira said as she extended her hand.

"Indeed Moira", Blueno said as shook her hand. She had a firm grip at first, but it lacked something sincere. Like she gave up on the handshake a second or two after he grabbed her hand. She also continued to focus on the sea outside.

"Then its settled! Be back here tomorrow morning, and we'll get started", Gilligan said as he stood straight up.

"And you guys get out! Its closing time", Moira said over towards the drunken men at the tables.

"Ok ok! See yas tomorrow toots, old gramps and...um...bull guy", one of them said as he put his fingers atop his head to make it look as if he had horns. Some of them laughed as they followed him out the door, while others were too busy trying to keep their balance.

"Hm? Hahaha! You do kinda look like a bull" Gilligan said with a laugh.

"Yeah, its not the first timeI heard that. I'll see you tomorrow", Blueno said as he turned and made for the door. He was now there long enough to not even notice the alcohol smell anymore. It sort of brought back memories of his barback in water 7. When he was udnercover and made drinks for passerby townspeople and occasional pirates. It was easy work, and he actually did enjoy it. Days where he's make drinks for customers like Iceburg and Paulie...he suddenly began to feel...bad? He couldn't quite tell, but he felt as if he had actually done something wrong, but what? "Well, that was the first step into making progress. I'll assume the others are coming along nicely? They're survivors as well.

Blueno made his way back to the hotel that he was staying at, and without realizing it, he passed by a café where Kalifa contemplated on her next move.