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Her head felt like a battlefield. Cannonballs exploded against the walls of her skull, soldiers marching around her brain, the clashes of metal making her ears ring. Her stomach felt like a typhoon and she was amazed she hadn't vomited yet. This was the worst hangover she remembered ever having. Exactly how much did she drink last night?

What did happen, anyways?

Sera groaned and snuggled deeper into the blankets, the mattress's springs creaking slightly at the movement. The blanket was warm and thick, the pillow nice and fluffy. The softness eased her the throbbing in her head somewhat. The pillow smelled like some man's cologne…

Sera's eyes snapped open and she propped up onto her hands, ignoring the intensified bombing going on in her head. She was in a dimly lit room with only a bed, desk, and a dresser. There were a few photos, although it was hard to tell what was in it with the lighting. She continued looking and found her backpack and her two Chui hammers near her bed. Her clothes from last night were hanging on the foot board, looking as if they had been washed.

The soldiers marched down through her esophagus and to her chest, blocking the air and beating up her heart. She pulled the blanket off of her and her nerves mixed with confusion. She was in her pajama shorts and tank top.

What the hell happened last night?

Then she realized she was alone and her panic grew.

"Reggie?" she called out, grasping her hair. "Where are you?"

She waited for a few more minutes before getting up and changing into her other clothes. She tied her headscarf around her head like a bandanna and grabbed her hammers and bag before running out. The maroon wallpapers of the hallway were the same wallpaper that the inn lobby had, so she knew she wasn't taken anywhere else after she passed out. So why was she in some other room?

Sera sighed, sweat forming on her brow. Her brain struggled to remember the exact events of the drinking competition. The memory of the wine made her tongue tingle and she kept seeing grey eyes and a talking polar bear that she probably hallucinated. Was that wine drugged? Sera had never hallucinated before, so the wine probably was drugged. Because, in all honesty, no matter how drunk she was, Sera was responsible enough not to be in that kind of situation!

The hallway led to the inn lobby, right beside the kitchen where she saw Reggie. He was standing on a stool so he could reach the top of the counter, his back facing her. From what she could see, he was stirring eggs and possibly coconut milk in a bowl. Bowls of other ingredients were laid out, too. A chef and a few kitchen aids were hustling about, but gave a large space around her brother.

"Oh, you're awake, Miss," said a man. She turned and recognized him as the innkeeper. He was sitting at the dining booth where Sera was going to sleep the other night. A woman his age (wife, maybe?) smiled warmly at her. "It's not even dawn, yet. You should rest a little longer."

Reggie almost tumbled off his stool when he spotted her. He blushed before frowning. "Why aren't you sleeping? You're not supposed to come down here, yet!"

Sera giggled and walked over to ruffle his hair. She looked down at what he was making and grinned even more. Salmon frittata, her favorite hangover breakfast. "Aw, Sprout, were you going to surprise me with breakfast?"

Reggie blushed more and sat on the stool to sulk. "Not a surprise anymore."

Relief flooded her veins. "I bet you're the one who changed my clothes, huh? Such a caring, sweet brother!" The red was trailing up to his ears and neck. Sera decided to stop teasing him for the moment and addressed the innkeeper. "Good morning, sir. Was it your room that I was sleeping in?"

The man blushed slightly, scratching his head sheepishly. "'Yes, as an apology for last night. I didn't think someone would drink so much."

Sera grinned. Thank God, I was only overreacting. "Thank you for your concern. Did I win? I'm afraid that I only remember a few things from last night…."

"I already gave your brother the reward money—"

"You're lucky you didn't get alcohol poisoning," Reggie grumbled. "When you get cancer, I'll rub it in your face that I was right!"

Sera put a hand over her heart, mocking hurt. She grabbed Reggie into her arms, making him squeal in surprise, and cuddled him to her chest like a teddy bear. "Sprout, that hurts. I thought you loved your big sister? What should I do? Stop drinking?"

Reggie's cheeks only got redder and he struggled out of her grasp. He yelled at her with shark teeth. "Like that's ever going to happen! I know you keep a stash of beer!"

It was Sera's turn to blush. She finally let her brother go (his shouting was making her head ring), and he marched off and sat at table. Sera knew for a fact that she was embarrassing him. He was a ten-year-old, so he really didn't like her smothering him in public. Although, to think he knew this entire time that she didn't quit drinking…. Well, she was starting to feel guilty for lying.

Not gonna stop her from drinking forever, though. Sera shrugged and began to fix the frittata her brother started. (It was obvious he was trying to make it from memory; there were too many eggs and a lack of spices.) Cooking and three glasses of water helped ease the killer headache, but by the time she placed the dish in the oven, she wanted to fall asleep. It was around that time when Reggie started talking to the innkeeper.

"Do you know Geronimo Ralph?"

The innkeeper was wiping the tables when Reggie spoke and accidentally rammed his leg onto a table. "What business do you have with that young man?" The innkeeper sounded so surprised and uncomfortable while he nursed his leg. Sera quirked an eyebrow.

"Sis wants to talk to him," Reggie said. "He does live in this island, right? It said so in a biography of his…."

Sera watched as the man and woman glanced at each other. The woman spoke, "I didn't realize you were a fan of Mr. Geronimo."

Geronimo Ralph, a man famous for his travels. He was a young man who had apparently been to the Grand Line numerous times and traveled to various islands. He had published books about his travels, although Sera always thought them self-absorbed and somewhat iffy. Sera normally wouldn't have cared about some traveler, but there was a certain rumor about him and she needed to find out if it was true. (However, how often was it that someone was able to leave the Grand Line? It took Sera three years to do so and it was far from easy.)

"Is he here?" Sera asked.

"He is." The innkeeper crossed his arms and it was obvious he was trying to hide his disdain. "A very pompous man. He likes to babble on and on about his travels whenever he comes down from his house in the mountains."

"So he really had been to the Grand Line?"

"He leaves for a long time and then comes back. That's all I can say."

Sera frowned and buried her face among her arms on the counter. Her stomach was churning again from both her hangover and the fact that what she feared most might be true: That the last three years of her life was wasted.

Please let him be an honest traveler and not some freaking fraud…. I'll kill somebody.

It was tiring repeating that phrase like a mantra. Sera almost fell asleep when the timer dinged. Reggie's footsteps—light boots smacking against the wooden floor—kept her from lifting her head. The oven door opened and closed, the sound of a ceramic pot being set on a metal rack, and the delicious smell of salmon frittata.

Damn, she was hungry. She hadn't eaten that much before the drinking competition, which was probably why she didn't last as long as she normally could. And she was more of a sake person than a wine person. She wondered if she could sneak in a bottle of some good sake later on...?

"Um…excuse me?"

Sera blinked at the new voice. It seemed…familiar, somehow. Reggie choked and when Sera decided to look up, she froze and her jaw dropped. Standing right at the doorway leading to the inn lobby was the jumpsuit-wearing polar bear she hallucinated the night before. Their eyes locked—wide hazel eyes against beady black eyes—and then the bear did something surprising.

It bowed its head and apologized. For what? Sera was not sure. Her mind was never this creative. The optimistic side of her was trying to comfort her by saying that the bear was cute, but it wasn't really working.

"Um…I just wanted to see if I could order some food…" the bear said before apologizing again.

Slowly, very slowly, Sera turned to meet the eyes of the innkeeper and said, "What kind of drug did you put in that wine?"

Law woke up seeing that he was still in the lobby of the inn he had taken refuge in from the rain…and that a girl was sticking her face into his navigator's mouth. The sight was enough to make his jaw drop, because that was something you just shouldn't wake up to. Or even be doing if you had any sense of self-preservation and intelligence. Was he still awake? He could be dreaming; he felt tired enough to be still asleep. Then Bepo's eyes turned to look at him, urging him to help him escape that uncomfortable position he somehow found himself in. Pushing himself up despite that his head was telling him to lie back down and rest, Law walked over to where Bepo and the odd girl were standing.

The smell of salmon and egg made his stomach grumble, but he ignored it. He met Bepo's pleading and confused eyes; he was straining to keep his jaw as open as possible. The innkeeper and his wife were at the side, looking shocked and scared as Law approached. A glasses-wearing kid was banging his head on a table, muttering incoherent words.

"What are you doing?"

It was the kid that reacted first although it wasn't him that Law was talking to. He looked at Law with wide eyes that were exemplified by the lenses. Then he glanced back at the girl who still had her face in Bepo's mouth and groaned.

"Miss?" Law tried again, his patience wearing through. His headache was horrible, he felt like emptying his stomach, and he was sure his organs did not appreciate consuming so much alcohol. Law did not need this to ruin more of his day.

The girl stuck her head out from Bepo's mouth and the bear quickly backed away. She looked at him with quizzical eyes that were slightly red and puffy from a lack of sleep. A spotted bandanna covered most of her brown hair. It took a minute for Law to remember that she was the girl from last night who defeated him in the drinking contest. A pang of annoyance stretched in his chest. He didn't exactly remember, but he was sure she had insulted him.

Oh yes, his day was getting better and better.

"She scares me," Bepo muttered after he stepped behind Law.

Law kept his eyes on the woman. "What were you doing to my navigator?"

She hummed and tapped her chin. "He wasn't a hallucination nor was he a man in a polar bear suit. I was only checking if that was true or not, but I didn't see a man in the back of his throat. Your breath smells like fish, by the way"—she directed that last part to Bepo, then continued— "so that leaves one thing. Did you eat a Devil Fruit?"

Bepo's ears dropped. "No. I'm sorry."

Law quirked an eyebrow. It wasn't often that someone talked about Devil Fruits, much less knew what they were. "Bepo is a Mink."

The girl blinked and pursed her lips in thought. "A mink, huh…Isn't that a type of weasel?"

The throbbing in Law's head was worsening. Normally, he wouldn't bother to tell others what species his old friend was, since then he'd have to explain what a Mink actually was. Bepo was used to the stares even if he got depressed and Law was always there to make sure other people's interest never went too far. (There were a few instances of mismatched limbs and…volunteers for his operations whenever that did happen.) But for some reason, he wasn't sure how to react. Who would willingly put their face into some bear's mouth?

In the end, Law decided that she wasn't worth the energy.

The girl slammed her fist on the palm of her hand. "Oh! I remember now! You're the guy who almost beat me. Damn, you could drink."

Law refrained from wincing from the volume of her voice. It was a little after dawn, cloudy outside so the clock was the only indication, and men were still sleeping in the lobby. Shachi and Penguin were still snoring on the chairs after they passed out from the alcohol. Surely, she should be more considerate.

(Not that Law really cares for the others. He had a raging headache and he wanted as much quiet as possible.)

"Hungry?" she asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. She walked into the open kitchen and started to slice some type of food. "I made too much frittata. It'll help with the hangover…well, I think it might. I know it does for me."

She placed a large slice of the egg-salmon dish on a plate and held it out for Law. He just stared at it with a blank face.

"I'm a pretty good cook, you know." She was actually pouting like a child. "And I'm not charging you anything. It's free."

The glasses-kid groaned again. "I swear, Sis…."

"What?" A question mark floated above her head.

Hesitating for another moment, Law finally decided to take the dish. He was hungry and he wasn't going to turn down free food when his crew was running low on money. The thought made him frown. Money for the food supplies, which was the only reason that Shachi and Penguin managed to talk him into doing something as idiotic as a drinking competition.

She even offered Bepo a slice. He seemed wary to go near her, so the woman's brother gave him the plate instead. Bepo was practically drooling. Then the woman proceeded to wrap two slices in a plastic container before strapping a backpack and two bronze hammers across her back. Law narrowed his eyes at the hammers; the four sphere ends were as big as both his fists combined, yet she seemed to carry it on her back with ease.

"Alrighty then! Thanks for everything," she said to the innkeeper. To Law and Bepo, she said, "Hope you like it and don't waste any of it! There's more if you want more. See ya later. Let's go, Sprout."

The kid nodded eagerly while trying to put on a backpack and a jacket at the same time. She laughed and helped him before lifting him up on her shoulders and jogging out. The door slammed loudly, making Law wince at the noise and some men grumbled in their sleep. When they were gone, Bepo said, quite bluntly, "She was weird."

Law couldn't agree more.

"But the food is good," Bepo said after taking a giant bite from his serving.

Law studied the egg-salmon dish before cutting off a piece with his fork and taking a slow bite. His eyes widened slightly. "Hm…."

"We still need a chef. And to resupply." Bepo wasn't trying to imply anything, Law knew. The food just reminded him of the predicament they were facing. Law looked back at the leftovers of the frittata and wondered if he should save some for Shachi and Penguin when they wake up. Then realizing that they wouldn't be awake until around noon and the food would be cold by then, Law wouldn't have any qualms with them trying to find their own meals for now.

Law sighed and chewed a salmon-filled piece. Food issues indeed.

First off, thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorite, and/or followed the story. It made me happy!

This chapter took a bit of time to update. (Like I mentioned in the last chapter, I do not update regularly.) I had it done, but then I redid it completely because I constantly change my mind about how it should go.

I'm wary about how I wrote Law. He's a hard character, but since I figured he was hungover and it was early in the morning, he wouldn't be trying to react so much.

I hope you guys enjoyed it. If there was anything wrong or have any advice, don't hesitate to tell me. Tell me what you think, leave suggestions, or give constructive criticism.