"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeh." A low groan echoed throughout the large castle. The servants looked around fearfully as they tried to stay out of sight.
Shanks and Ace looked up from their game of chess when the low groan echoed again. Everyone from last night had gone home after drinking quite a bit. Shanks and Ace decided to stay just in case.
"I think that might be Seffy." Ace said, looking a bit worried and a bit scared. Shanks frowned, that groan didn't sound good at all.
"You think she's got a hangover?" The red head asked. Ace shook his head.
"She didn't drink enough to get one." He answered. Shanks gave him a look of disbelief.
"Seriously. It takes more than 7 bottles of rum to give her a hangover." The young pyro explained. Shanks looked a bit shocked, he though she only drank a bottle last night, not 7.
"I think she has a "
"ACHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"cold." Ace finished. He looked a bit more scared now seeing as he dealt with the crazy woman last time she had a cold. They're screwed.
(yeaaaaaah, I'm kind of sick so my posting up chapter might be a little late for the next couple of days and that's if I can get out of bed to type. I hate being sick!)