Thankyou for all the ideas my faithful reviewers :D I love you all so much! And for all those Sanji fangirls that are pitying the poor bloke, maybe this chapter will make you happier :P

I'm just going to mention this again, I challenge anyone reading this to write a fic about one of the One Piece characters having a shitburger of a day.

So far I am pretty sure just one person has done one, and that's Lanky nathan. If you want to read it you'll have to go to his profile page cause i can't paste links here :(

Sanji checked his pocket for cigarettes before remembering he didn't have any left. After all that excitement he needed something in his system, caffeine maybe. He got back to his feet and brushed off his suit before entering the kitchen. He put Nami's towel on the bench with a thought of how she would appreciate it being returned to her all washed and nice and fluffy.

He looked in the coffee jar for some beans but found there were none. with a groan of dissaproval he switched his attention to the wine cabinet where he found a strong looking bottle of red wine. He removed the cork and poured a mug of the drink then began to drink.

"SANJI!" Luffy shouted as he burst through the door. "Feed me!"

Sanji spun around and spilt the wine over his jacket, tie, and shirt. "Get out of my kitchen, I've only just cleaned since you were last in here!"

Luffy recalled the fire and bolted. Sanji groaned in annoyance as he observed the stains on his clothes. The smart thing to do was to soak it immediately, so he took off his shirt, tie and jacket and put them in the sink and then filled it with hot water and soap.

Wearing nought but pants and boxers Sanji exited the kitchen and made his way to the men's quarters to get a fresh change of clothes. Usopp was already in the men's quarters and was mixing his chemicals trying to make a new explosive. Usopp heard the door open and turned around to see Sanji, with their previous encounter still fresh in his mind, his instincts took over and he yelped and bolted past Sanji to take refuge somewhere else on the ship.

"Baka" Sanji muttered.

Sanji walked into the room and looked around for his clothes and found them folded neatly in a pile to the side of where Usopp was working before, to the side of Usopp's experiments, which had tipped over and were now mixing on the floor.

Unfortunately Sanji noticed this too late.

A small explosion and a lot of smoke later Sanji found himself standing beside a pile of smouldering material that used to be his clothes, and his pants were burned all the way up his legs so it looked like he was wearing tattered short-shorts.

"Oh fucking hell!"

He scanned the room in search of some more clothes. With nothing to wear he began to examine the clothes of his crewmates, Luffy and Usopp were too small for him to fit into their clothes, the only clothes that would fit belonged to Zoro.

Sanji held up the swordsman's clothes as he tried figure out what would leave him with more dignity, wearing Zoro's clothes or walking around in tattered short-shorts. After a lot of consideration with how sexy his legs would look in short-shorts and how Nami might even check him out, he decided it wasn't worth the endless yet witless mocking he would get from Zoro. Plus it was hard to convince himself he had sexy legs under all that hair.

Reluctantly he pulled on the pants shirt and boots. And because Zoro was slightly taller and much more built, the entire ensemble was rather loose. Sanji eyed the green haramaki lying on the floor. And as there were no belts available, he found himself reluctantly putting it on so his, or, Zoro's, pants wouldn't fall down.

"Stupid bloody moss-head" Sanji muttered as he stormed out of the quarters, hoping desperately that Zoro would be asleep for the rest of the day.

-sigh- I think I'll finish the chapter here. Stupid writer's block...

I hope all you Sanji fangirls enjoyed Sanji walking around without a shirt and wearing tattered short-shorts :P

save me from writer's block by reviewing!