They climbed back aboard the Sunny and tumbled over the railing. Zoro glanced around, unable to find the rest of the crew. Were they all asleep? How late was it? They couldn't have been gone for that long. He watched as Nami peeked her head inside of the kitchen, trying to get a look at the time. He heard her groan.

"It's 3:00 a.m."

Wow. He looked up at the starry sky, shocked to think that the sun would be rising in a few short hours. It wasn't that big of a deal for him since he usually took night watch anyway, but he doubted that their navigator stayed up past midnight.

"We should probably go to bed then."

He shrugged. So she'd have one tired day tomorrow. So what? It'd be kind of funny seeing the ever so energetic Nami snoring over her breakfast.

He started walking towards his cabin but something stopped him. He turned to look behind him and saw her just… standing there, doing nothing. She rubbed the back of her neck absently and crossed her arms.

"I'm not tired," she pouted, as if she would much rather be in bed and was angry that she couldn't be.

"What?"

"I'm not tired at all!" She was clearly just as drunk as she had been when they left the bar- the pink tinge to her cheeks served as evidence.

"Ok…what do you want me to do about it." Unlike her, Zoro actually wanted to sleep.

She furrowed her brow, pondering his mildly rude question. She stayed like that for awhile then, struck by an idea, a bright smile lit up her face. She twirled around and giggled drunkenly.

"Let's dance!"

All he could do was stare at her with his mouth wide open. This was beyond inebriation, she was possessed. This was terrible. How was he going to break the news to the rest of his friends that their treasured companion had been taken by forces beyond his comprehension. He didn't know who this woman in front of him was but he was certain that he had never ever seen Nami giggle good naturedly around him.

"Zoro...?" She tapped his shoulder and he jumped. When had she moved so close? "You spaced out. Did you hear me? I wanna dance, let's dance!"

"No!"

She wilted a little. He sighed; that had come out harsher than he meant it.

"I mean... I just want to go to sleep."

Nami didn't say anything, instead she decided to glare at him.

"I don't even know how to! I'm a swordsman you know…I… uh swing swords." Why did he say that. That had to have been the stupidest thing to ever come out of his mouth.

She rolled her eyes. "Come on!" Her glare quickly faded and she grinned up at him again. "Come on come on come on come on come on!"

"NO!" He was starting to get annoyed. "Ask someone else, like Chopper or the love cook!" He said the last part unintentionally bitter.

There was no noise. He waited for her to yell at him or stomp off to her room petulantly, but she stayed where she was. They stared at each other for a long time, him glaring and her expressionless. He knew that she wouldn't move until she got what she wanted. He felt his glare wavering. Angrily, he slammed his fist against the railing.

"…Fine!"

She beamed triumphantly, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards her. She positioned his hands on her waist then put hers on his shoulders. He made a 'hmph' sound, intent on making his reluctance apparent. Unfortunately for him Nami couldn't have cared less.

"…So what do I do?"

She snorted. He really didn't know how to dance.

"Just sway, like this." She started rocking from side to side.

Zoro felt his ears burning- this was not what he signed up for. Risking your life every day for the sake of the people you love was one thing, but being forced to dance with them was another. Keeping a firm eye on his feet, he copied Nami's movement until they were both in rhythm with each other. Once he had gotten the hang of swaying, she decided it was time to step it up a little. She stepped forward expecting him to step back, however, he was concentrating so hard on the simple back and forth movements that her sudden change caught him off guard and he stumbled onto her toes.

"Agh!" She bit her tongue to stop the shriek that she was holding in.

"I-I'm sorry! Ah...shit!"

Once the initial pain dulled she smiled reassuringly, "It's fine." Then, jokingly she added, "I should have known an idiot like you wouldn't be able to handle swaying and moving."

She repositioned his hands so they were on her shoulders and placed hers on his waist.

"Watch my feet, I'm gonna lead."

If it hadn't been so dark Zoro was sure his face would have looked bright red. Without looking her directly in the face, he nodded. As her foot moved forward, his moved back and so on and so forth. They repeated this process until they were gliding (clumsily) around the deck. He didn't look at her, afraid that if he took his eyes away from his feet disaster was sure to befall them, but he heard her laugh and couldn't help but chuckle as well. This was actually a little fun.

Suddenly she removed his hands from her shoulder and clasped them in hers, closing the distance between them and pressing her cheek to his. He stiffened immediately, they were never this close unless one of them (Nami) was in some sort of danger. Before he could protest she pulled away so that only one of their hands were connected. She grinned.

"Zoro, Spin me!"

He thought it sounded a little too much like a demand, but complied. "How?"

"Lift your arm up."

He did what he was told and watched as the light yellow dress she was wearing twisted and pooled around her. Her smile got even bigger as she did it again, this time pulling him with her. They whirled around in circles, the cool night air blowing pieces of her hair into her face. Their pace quickened and she weaved them across the ship, onto the cool grass, around the tree and back again. She let go of him and spun a few times on her own until stopping.

He couldn't help but begrudgingly smile back at her when the dance was over. She looked breathless, he could see her chest rising and falling rapidly as she breathed. Nami seemed more different now than she usually did but… at the same time she was the same. Realizing that he was staring, Zoro scratched the back of his head a little self-consciously and cleared his throat.

"Satisfied now?"

Nami rolled her eyes at his surly tone but kept her happy expression. It hadn't taken him long to snap back into his usual stoicism.

"Don't act like you didn't have fun dancing with a beautiful girl on a full moon."

He narrowed his eyes at her, then, a little irritably, he sauntered off to his bed. Before he went inside, he threw his head back at her and said, "The moons not even full tonight," and slammed the door shut.

When he got to his room he collapsed on the bed. He was already starting to feel the after effects of the liquor and he rubbed his temples in an effort to mollify them. His chest was unusually tight and he hoped that it wasn't a sign that he was about to puke. Weirdly enough, He started thinking about Nami's dress. Were all of her outfits that nice? He didn't remember any of them being that nice. It was hard to think though, he'd have to mull it over tomorrow.

'She can be pretty when she wants to be' he thought absently.

"...Huh?"

I was going to wait to upload this till next week but im going to prom tonight and...i got excited. I thought it would fit the mood! dancing in the night or whatever :) anyways i hope you like it this is by far my favorite chapter!