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OMAKE 0

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Hey, when will I see you next?

I'm low on you and can't move.

God, this place was a dump.

That was the one thing that ran through Marco's mind as he surveyed the poor fishing island they had docked in. Pops' had told him to go and explore the outskirts of the city to try and find some useful information about a Devil Fruit that they were currently trying to pinpoint the exact location of, but as he continued to walk around he knew that no one would be talking to him about anything. The people around here all looked like scoundrels and rats. He didn't want to deal with idiots like this.

Purupurupurupurupuru…

Purupurupurupurupuru…

Marco fished out his Den Den Mushi from his jacket pocket and quickly picked up.

Kacha.

"It's me, yoi."

"Oh, great. I didn't expect you to pick up right away." Thatch's voice rang. His happy tone piercing the dreary atmosphere of the slums. Some people even turned to look at him. He had no doubt they were probably sizing him up, wondering if they could rob him.

"What's the matter, yoi?" Marco asked, carefully eyeing those around him.

"Nothin," the Phoenix just knew that his mate was shrugging carelessly right about now. "We got the Devil Fruit."

Marco sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Where'd you find it, yoi?"

"Actually, some backwater hick already ate it," Thatch complained. "Got all full of himself too, so I beat the shit out of him."

Marco wanted to smirk, but he was able to school his expression into neutral. "So I can go back now, yoi?"

"Sure," he said. "We aren't leaving this place 'til tomorrow. Walk around and check the town out."

Marco raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn't speak. What the hell was there to check out in this godforsaken town? He'd seen slums before, and this place took it to a whole new level. Marco thought carefully for a moment, perhaps he should go back to the main town? At least that way maybe he'd be able to find himself a nice girl, a decent meal and a good time.

"Oi, Marco." Thatch called, "You still there?"

"Yea," Marco turned around, getting ready to head back. "I'll be back later."

"Great! I'll go butter up some women and tell them that Marco the Phoenix, future commander is comi—"

Kacha.

Marco stuffed the baby DenDen Mushi back into his jacket pocket, walking quickly away from the slums. He didn't want to start a fight right now. All he wanted to do was have a drink. Some god out there must've heard his prayers because as he was walking down the old cobble path, he saw a third-rate bar. For a moment, he just stood there, contemplating whether to go in and get himself a drink now or walk all the way back to town.

It wasn't that hard of a decision, really.

He quickly entered the bar, throwing open the doors to find that the place's interior was just as broken down as the outside. A counter in the center where an overly fat man served drinks, a few tables and barrels that doubled as chairs scattered around the place. One waitress whose breasts looked just about ready to spill out of her top tended to a rowdy, perverted bunch in the corner. They whistled whenever she walked past, but the waitress didn't seem to mind. She strangely liked the attention, if the smile on her face was any indication. The place was dimly lit, whether because of a lack of bulbs throughout the establishment or because the owner just didn't want to pay for electricity, he didn't know.

There was one thing, however.

Something that didn't belong in such a shady bar where the stupid and drunk frequent, squandering what little money they had. At the end of the counter, sat a woman drinking straight from a large bottle of saké. Dark hair and pale skin, a striking face and honey eyes. She had black fighting gloves on. A fighter? He hoped so. She was bored, he could tell. He observed her for a moment as she placed the bottle down on the counter, presumably empty. Her chin resting in the palm of her hand and humming the tune of Binks' sake under her breath. She was obviously in no rush to do anything and he had the brilliant idea of something wicked to cure that bored look on her face.

"Hello," he heard the sultry voice of the waitress. He looked down at her. Immediately rating her in his mind. Average. His mind supplied. Ordinary. Mundane. He didn't want to rate her, but he was a man with a long history of women and it came almost naturally to him. He wasn't proud of it, but at the same time very much so. "Are you going to have a seat? I'll bring you whatever you want. Just ask."

He disregarded her wink and with a neutral face ignored the lust filled stare she shot at his exposed chest. Marco shrugged, closing his eyes and easily side stepping her. "I'll go grab it myself."

"Ah," she reached out to grab his arm, "Wai—"

But with Marco's long strides he was able to avoid the tempting waitress. He could have taken her, it would have been easier. No chase. Those were the best whenever he wanted a quick two minutes of fun. But the waitress, unlike the woman seated at the bar, was a civilian which in short, translated to absolutely boring. He had always preferred fighters, they were much better and more daring in bed than a normal civilian.

Civvies were Thatch's type.

He could hear the rowdy men call out to the waitress and couldn't help but notice that the woman at the bar was seated in a strategic place where she couldn't be seen by the noisy men in the corner. Had she done that on purpose or was it just coincidence? Either way, Marco was curious.

He didn't think.

He knew what he wanted.

"You're stunning." He said as he walked up to the slender woman, playing with the neck of her bottle of saké in one hand and her delicate face resting in the other. Her honey colored irises looked at him as if she were sizing him up and when she finished up her once over and mentally approved, only then did she reply to his words.

"Wow. Because I'm the only one you've ever said that to." She replied sarcastically back at him, all bite.

"I've never actually meant it before." He grinned at her. He was having second thoughts about this dingy back alley bar, but it seemed it was a good idea after all. He had found a beautiful flower in these slums, and he wanted to pluck it from its home. Take it and make it his.

"So you admit you're a liar?" She raised a questioning eyebrow at him. He made a gesture to the bartender, who handed him a bottle of watered down sake. This place really was cheap.

"I wouldn't want to lie to you," Marco said, taking a seat at the stool by her side. "Better to get it out early, yoi."

He expected her to smirk, but instead she sent him an extremely happy grin. One that had him staring as her eyes crinkled in absolute mirth at his retort. "You're funny. Reminds me of some of my friends."

He shrugged, gathering his composure as he took a sip of sake. "I don't want to be labelled as a friend."

"Blunt, aren't you?" She raised an eyebrow at him. That smile toning itself down, but not completely leaving her face. She wasn't blushing at all from his advances. He figured that she got hit on quite a lot. Well, that was probably natural, seeing as how he had found her in a bar like this. "I'll label you as that sleazy flirt I met in a cheap bar then."

"Sleazy, yoi?" He said, offended. "I've been nothing, but proper. I even came all the way over here to help you relieve some boredom, yoi."

To his surprise, she laughed. The sound ringing all across the room. He could feel a dozen eyes as everyone turned to look at them. "Yoi?" She said in between laughs. "That's cute, yoi."

"Shut up, yoi." Marco said immediately, narrowing his eyes. "Don't go making fun of me now. We only just met and you're already laughing at me."

"Oh?" Her voice was teasing. "Did I turn you off?"

"Never," was his instant reply.

Her smile widened. "And? I wonder what it is you want. Coming all the way over here to sit next to me."

"I wonder…" he said, vaguely. Marco took a healthy gulp of sake. The drink leaving a pleasant burning down his throat as it spread through the rest of his body. "It's a mystery, yoi."

"Hmm…?" She turned to face him and he was right to choose her. He subtly got a good eyeful of her body, before hiding his desire under indifference. "You look pretty familiar."

He shrugged. Now that he thought about it, so did she. "Just another sleazy flirt in a cheap bar." And she smiled again. The one that had him forgetting everything as he fully turned to stare.

"Then, Mr. Sleazy Pineapple-headed Flirt," she said amusedly. He let the insult slide. He wanted to get in her good graces, after all. "As a man so well versed in the bodies of women, how would you rate me?"

The question caught him off guard, but he easily kept his indifferent mask. With a shrug, Marco said, "You're fairly beautiful."

"Fairly?" She asked, mock offended.

"Don't make me say anymore, yoi." He told her, dropping his voice a few octaves lower. She was good, no matter what he said, it seemed she had a ridiculously spitfire answer for it. This was why he loved fighters, they were all bite. He'd try one more move. If it didn't work then he'd easily count himself as lucky for meeting the woman. One last try. "I might think you're interested in spending the night with me."

With that perpetual grin on her face, she stood without a word. She ran her hand over the length of his shoulders as she passed him by, walking away. Marco couldn't help but sigh disappointedly, closing his eyes and downing the rest of his drink. What a letdown. She seemed the perfect person to have a night of fun with. Maybe he could head over to town and find a girl that would suit his tastes.

"Hey," he heard her call. Marco didn't immediately turn. No. He took his time, looking at her from the corner of his eye. She still had her back turned, but her face was at least directed at him. Giving him a honey-eyed stare. "You wanna play with me?"

He smirked.

Smoothly standing and crossing the stretch of distance between them in five quick strides. Even though she agreed, he felt like he just lost. But, that didn't really matter right now. He focused on the woman before him with a smirk promising only the sinful.

"I thought you'd never ask, yoi."

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