AN: To all those people who left reviews, even if it was a question, thank you very much! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside:3

There was actually only one question and it was about the color of Zoro's eyes...in my stories he usually has black eyes or a reeeealy dark green, so it almost looks black. But i don't know the actual color since its impossible to tell in the manga and the anime just makes them black dots:/ but the theories I've seen are red, gold, and green. I just like green best on Zoro.

And everyone seems really attached to Matt, i seriously didn't expect that. I thought people wouldn't care about him or not like him...so there's my two cents, please enjoy the chapter.

"Zoro! Zoro, I need your keys!" Nami hissed in a whisper.

"Wha-?" Zoro tried to get up but a pounding in his head made him give up and flop back down, covering his eyes from the harsh light in the room.

"I forgot to tell you, Robin didn't come home and I need your keys! I'm going to be late for work!"

"Oh, uh...hold on." Zoro began fumbling around his clothes for his car keys. "Did you already check downstairs?" he mumbled while still searching.

"Yeah, I think you still have them on you."

Zoro grunted and continued to dig in his pockets. There! In his back pocket! He held them out along with everything that was in there with them to Nami.

"I don't need your wallet Zoro."

"Can you just do something with it?" he asked waving his hand holding it blindly around, showing he wanted nothing to do with it.

She sighed, "I'll put it on the counter downstairs. Listen, I put some Advil and some hangover pills Chopper gave me on the night stand right here okay? Take them when you feel like waking up, and take it easy! Your supposed to be resting! No alcohol or training!"

"What? Why cant I train?" he mumbled, covering his eyes more.

"Don't make me tell Chopper your able to get drunk! He'll start cutting you off!" she threatened.

"Fine. I thought you were going to be late? Turn off the the lights will you?"

"Alright. We are going to talk later got it? No trying to get out of it!"

Zoro groaned but nodded and waved his hand for her to leave.

There was a soft click and Zoro sighed in content with the darkness surrounding him. Within minutes he was in a relaxing state of half sleep. Conscious of his surroundings but still blissfully oblivious enough to not even giving a shit.

What felt like no time at all but still infinity later he sat up again. He glanced at the alarm clock to his side, noon. Huh. He shrugged and grabbed the pill bottles next to the clock. He took one of choppers and two Advil's and swallowed them dry.

He vaguely remembered it was bad to mix medicines but he shrugged it off, Chopper usually made his stuff out of plants instead of chemicals so nothing that bad could happen right?

He flopped back down and stared at Nami's ceiling until he stopped feeling dizzy. His mind began to wander through the previous nights events.

Shit... he admitted everything to Nami! Every fucking secret he had! He was never getting drunk again! It didn't even make him forget Sanji! He just ended up crying and complaining like a weakling!

He tiredly pushed a hand through his hair, fuck he was pathetic.

Well at least he didn't tell Nami his secret savings in his safe, though she probably already knew about it.

He got up and stretched his sore muscles. He should go bathe, he even though he smelled awful, sweat, booze, and car fumes. He smelled like a hobo.

As an after though he grabbed choppers hangover pills and he stumbled over to the door. He had some difficulty opening the door, taking a while to process that it wasn't his door and you had to pull it instead of push it to open.

He walked tiredly down the hall and heard another door open. He paused, Sanji is home during the day!

"Zoro..."the darkness and malice dripping from his voice made Zoro flinch."Why did you come out of Nami's room?"

He turned slowly to face Sanji but couldn't meet his eyes, he already felt awful for imagining he was Matt the other night.

"Well?" he demanded.

"Its not what it looks like!"

"DID YOU DO SOMETHING TO NAMI? I SWEAR IF YOU WERE PLANNING A HALF-ASSED ONE NIGHT STAND...!"

"God no! I wouldn't do that with Nami!"

"ARE YOU SAYING YOUR TOO GOOD FOR HER?"

"No! I was saying I couldn't do that to her! Nothing happened! I-I was drunk! She just helped me out!"

"SHE HELPED YOU OUT?"

"NO! Not like that!" Zoro was scrambling to defend himself. "I-I had a rough night and Nami was just being nice! I swear nothing happened! She's honestly too good for me!"

Zoro looked at Sanji terrified, he really couldn't take it if he hated him more right now! He already hated himself! And over something as stupid as thinking he slept with Nami!

Sanji glared dangerously at Zoro, "Don't ever try something like that with our friends, got it?" he said threateningly.

"Of course not! I would never do something..." he trailed off, wishing his words didn't apply so well to how he felt with Sanji. "...something that stupid and selfish."

Sanji glared at him some more then shoved past, stomping down the stairs.

The shoulder Sanji touched burned, Zoro gripped it tightly before he quietly descended the stairs after him.

Sanji was ignoring him, working on his recipe book it looked like. Zoro quietly grabbed a glass and went to his floor. He sighed and banged his head against a wall. He was going to shower and take a bath in that weird crap that made his muscles relax then sleep, hopefully forever.