(Topic: Explosive)
Screwing the guy seemed like a good idea at the time. He was clearly the overcompensating type – trenchcoat, sunglasses, blonde in tow – and a good means of riding out an incapacitating sandstorm. Ace waited until the blonde had gone to the bathroom before propositioning the guy, who told him to drop dead but otherwise followed him straight to the courtyard.
Ace was right about the overcompensating part. The guy didn't really know what he was doing and would have been a rather uninspiring lay if it weren't for the ending. He shuddered in what Ace assumed were the throes of orgasm and moments later Ace was catapulted across the courtyard and smack into the opposing wall. He sat up and stared at the guy, vaguely aware that his mouth was hanging open like a goldfish. Devil's fruit user. Devil's fruit user who had just fucking exploded and was standing there with his trousers round his ankles looking only mildly surprised.
Worse still, before he even had a chance to comment, the blonde came storming through the wreckage, screamed something at the guy about his lack of control and then rather violently sat on his head.
Ace retrieved his hat and made a rather swift exit. He'd seen it all today and anyway, explosions tended to make him hungry.