Hi! I'm so sorry! You probably thought this was a chapter! I wish it was... Don't worry! My stories are ALWAYS on my mind! I'll get one up someday.
I'm just redoing my old chapters since they're utterly disgusting. So poorly written. I was young, sue me. But I'm better! I hope...
This is also kinda just to let people know that I am still indeed alive. This is a sneak peak of what I'm doing to my stuff. If you recall the first chapter, this is part of what it will actually be.
Small pebbles crunched under his feet at he walked down the crowded street. The broken shards of glass shone brightly from the reflections of the nearby shops and houses. Though it was starting to dim, it was still not night. He was glad it wasn't night. Nighttime meant regrouping back at the ship.
Roronoa Zoro just wanted a drink. All in all, that wasn't much to ask for. Considering the amount of drunk pirates and citizens in the road, it wouldn't be to hard to get. There were at least 3 bars that he could see from where he was at the moment. Picking a bar was like picking wife. It was that important. He searched though his thoughts and tried to determine his current needs. A good bar fight was always a nice relief of stress, but he, surprisingly, was not in such a mood. Anything too reputable was probably also out of the question, considering he had a limited amount of money he could spend on booze.
Booze was pricy. Even more booze was more pricy.
Zoro closed his eyes for a moment, then stuck out his left pointer finger at random. He opened his eyes. He was pointing to the one at the end. Might as well, he figured.
Just as he was about to push the doors open, a bulky lump of something came flying out towards him. His lightning reflexes stepped him aside just in time to avoid getting smashed in the face. Upon further inspection, it was revealed that it was some drunk-to-the-bone loser.
The drunk suddenly lashed out and grabbed Zoro's leg.
"C-care to spare a few beli fer a p-poor soul?" he gurgled, eyes crossed and nose very red.
Zoro shook him off ruffly, "Whatever, old man."
He entered for real this time and left the drunk watching him wistfully from behind. It was crowded, but that was a good thing. Empty, unpopular bars were often unoccupied for a reason. His heavy black boots tread swiftly and silently to an open seat directly at the counter. A couple feet away, the bartender was busy cleaning glass cups with a filthy looking rag. He tapped a couple fingers on the wood to get the bartender's attention.
He glanced in Zoro's direction and held up a finger to indicate Just a moment.
Thank you for reading! If you did. I'll never forget this story! Never!