Title: Let me out of this loop
Character/s: Zoro(/Sanji) & Shakky
Song: De ja vu
Artist: 3OH!3
(Words:) 461 words~
Rating: K+
Warnings: Contains drinking and smoking =P
Disclaimers: I do not own the music nor the characters. Hell, I don't even own some alcohol!
"Hey, Mr Bartender, mix me a drink. I need to hear that it's okay for me not to think." His head felt heavy as he leaned his elbows on the counter, staring down at the dark brown wood. Boredom all but started to suffocate him before the sound of a glass being placed before him made him look up.
"Rough day?" Her voice was sultry and nice, the words she made was accompanied by the smell of cigarettes. Same brand as that blond guy. Déjà vu.
With an irritated frown, he downed the amber liquid in the glass, feeling a nice burn flow down his throat. As he put the now empty glass down, he tried to focus on the woman in front of him. Woman, not man. She had black hair, not blond. No feeling of "seen before" there. And thank God for that, he was through with that shit.
"You could say that."
"Tell me about it." She said the words casually, like she really wanted to listen. Leaning on the counter, she had her lit cigarette in the same hand that she leaned her head on. He looked at her warily, before he finally decided that the bar was empty enough for him to tell.
"Everywhere I look, I feel like I've seen it before. That I've been to this bar before, seen all these places and hit on all the girls. Had all the same conversations over and over again."
"Like déjà vu?" She took the glass and put it away, cigarette between lips as she poured liquors in a shaker before sealing it and giving it a shake.
"Yeah. Like déjà vu." His eyes followed her confident movements, focusing on how feminine her hands looked as she poured more amber liquid in a fresh glass. Fighting back the feeling of seeing it before. "Everything reminds me of this guy I met some time ago."
This time, he stared at the glass a little before knocking it back once again. Maybe this night he could actually get drunk.
"Just so you know, I'll have to kick you out if you get too drunk, Mr. Guest." Her smile was honest and kind, yet it sent chills down his spine as he looked at it. He didn't like it. He didn't like the alcohol she served him. He didn't like anything which didn't give him that feeling of déjà vu, and it irritated him to no end.
"No need to." He stood up and payed up the money he owed for his drinks, before he left the little bar to go out in the cold night. Déjà vu is a bitch, especially when you get addicted to it...