Sometimes, I am overcome with the incredible urge to see Luffy drive a car. And then I remember he'd probably kill someone. Also I was going to write Frobin, but it didn't work out and I am a failure to my ship.
Obviously AU because Oda is wise enough not to let Straw Hats have motor vehicles.
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"Oh yeah, Franky's great!" Luffy reassures as he swerves across three lanes, jumps the curb, and nearly mows down an old woman. Robin delicately folds her hands in her lap and watches the pedestrians flee for their lives. "He swears he's gonna add laser beams to this bus he's fixing up. Aaaaannnnnd it gets better!" The young man looks straight at Robin as he almost crashes headlong into a stop sign. In an easy movement, Robin leans over and gives the steering wheel one firm tug in her direction. The car neatly avoids plowing into a McDonald's.
"Does it now?" Robin prompts further. Truthfully, she's not particularly interested in the man Luffy has time and time again assured her will fix up her car like new. As long as the vehicle was in good enough shape to drive, she'd be content. Robin had learned to live with what means she had available. Nevertheless, Luffy didn't assign his trust this thoroughly to just anyone. She had long since learned it would be wise to listen.
Luffy glances over his shoulder, one arm thrown over the back of his seat, and then shouts, "Missed it!" The steering wheel spins several quick revolutions, and there is the accompanying, deafening screech of tires. Robin can practically smell the burnt rubber. The horns of offended drivers blare as Luffy makes a U-Turn through two yellow lines Robin is positive Luffy should not be going through. She doesn't make to mention it though.
The car gives a hard jerk over the curb and Luffy bangs his head on the roof. He acts as if he hadn't even felt it though, and thankfully, Robin had been quick enough to duck. "It does! He gave Usopp an ejection seat!" Luffy continues his praise with ease. He parks the car with another violent protest of his tires, and then promptly slumps into his seat with his arms folded over his chest. "He said I can't have one though." Robin doesn't doubt the mechanic's judgment on that part. Luffy would undoubtedly deploy the device without a second thought. Just for fun. While it would be entertaining to watch him and his seat land on some poor, unsuspecting person, she wouldn't want Luffy to get sued or the like. Their motley group didn't know a good lawyer. Yet. With their gang, you never knew who you were bound to meet.
"Such a pity. Maybe one day," Robin clicks her tongue, and then climbs out of Luffy's car. The vehicle is painted a brazen red, though it would be hard to tell under the caking of dirt and the mass of scratches that have accumulated along the car's sides. Robin wonders how the thing still functions, sometimes, but then attributes it to Luffy's tremendous amount of luck. And perhaps, even, the skill of this mechanic of his. She wonders how the mystery man hadn't had a heart attack and died right then and there when he'd first seen the car. That would have been an interesting sight to behold.
A cursory glance about the front of the shop, and Robin can see neither hide nor hair of anyone. Still, the place certainly gives an impression. It's green bricks, with a twisting blue roof and a crescent moon insignia painted across one side of the building. On the front, 'Franky House' in bold, yellow and red letters. Robin, while intrigued as to what would possess anyone to decorate a business like this, is not overmuch impressed with the decor. It's all a bit gaudy for her tastes. "Is your mechanic here?" Robin inquires, hands clasped behind her back as she leans over to glance at her companion. Luffy has a hand on top of his hat as he admires the place. Finally, he nods.
"Oh yeah, they're probably just arguing or partying or something."
"Splendid. They sound just like our sort of people."