"Oi, gimme a bottle of grog." Zoro said to the barman.
"I'm gonna have 't get some from the back. Wait a mo'." replied the barman with a weird smile. He reappeared a moment later with the bottle already open. Zoro grabbed it, payed, and gulped it down.
"Ugh, that's some pretty bad brew." he said, disgusted, and left. While he was walking, he looked up at the sky. It was late afternoon. Suddenly he collided with something.
"Oi! Watch it Marimo!" Zoro looked back down. His vision swayed.
"Eh? Oh..It's you shit-cook. Watch where you're going." He turned and walked away. Sanji watched him go with a raised eyebrow. There was something wrong. He saw the swordsman stumble and lean against a wall. He got back up and he turned into an alley way.
Sanji snorted and walked away.
'He's probably just drunk, the idiot.' He went along and finished his shopping. It was getting dark, he was supposed to be back by now. But then it dawned on him. Zoro didn't get drunk. He ran back to where they bumped into each other and ran into the alley that he saw him enter. He was running through it but then he tripped. He remained his composer and didn't fall. He looked back to see what he tripped on. He saw what looked like a log but looking closer he saw it was a leg. This leg was under a bunch of boxes. He pushed them aside. He gasped. Under all the cardboard was Zoro, bloody and bruised.
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