Chapter 4

Hello there! I'm trying to slow down the pace of the story but it's not working much. Guess I'm just a fast-paced writer. The next few chapters are going to be quite explicit, excluding this one and maybe the next one.

To all my lurkers, thanks for lurking. Reviews are nice though. ;-;

[I am going to introduce a few OCs, (Just 3, one right now and the other two are far from being introduced.) all minor roles just to fill in some holes and add interesting conversations. I'm giving you this warning because I hate OCs and they're not my kind of surprise. I never liked the idea of inserting them into my stories but this time calls for it.]

Monet glanced at her thin black watch on her wrist. It was 10 o'clock and Law was nowhere to be seen. It looked like Bellamy had kept up his end of the deal. She looked around the upper deck, admiring her work. Oh yeah, she did one hell of a good job! Although there wasn't much decorated besides the moonlight and a few ropes of light reflecting glass. The party was going on strong into the night. Over the years she learned men had no appreciation for décor. It was all about the rum and the booze. Music and food was also appreciated but as long as you have a shitload of beer, you have some happy pirate men.

Their musicians had switched from a fast paced song to a slow one. She ignored the merry pirates by the makeshift bars she had set up and moved to where the glass reflected brightest. It was intended to be a dance floor but she and the few ladies would probably be the only ones dancing, not that she minded. Her hips swayed to the beat as her arms lost themselves to the music. She closed her eyes and ignored the loud chatter.

Clink. Another glass hit the table. He was slowly sipping his favorite rum. That was his forth glass in an hour and a half. He couldn't spot the young man he was looking for; he already knew the brat wasn't coming. This wasn't exactly Trafalgar's cup of tea then again, it wasn't his either. He only came with the intentions of having some kind of interaction with the younger male. Che. He couldn't even get drunk, not when he promised that Flamingo king he'd babysit all these fuckers. Sigh.

Monet was an easy find, she was dancing beside some woman with long black hair, she was quite gorgeous but his eyes were caught by Monet's slinky one shoulder, scarlet red dress that hugged her womanly curves well. The dress was quite short; it kept climbing up her thighs as she moved her hips in what you would call a tantalizing manner. He noted her lips had a subtle shimmer to them, he assumed it was lip gloss and she wore some kind of black stilettos that had to give her at least an extra five inches of height. He forced his attention back onto the other woman, she was much slighter with less noticeable curves, and she looked as if she was older than Monet, if not by much. She wore an elegant black number and didn't stand out all too much. Her eyes were as dark as her hair and her skin was alabaster pale but there was something about her that made it hard to look away.

"Are you staring at Cyne?" Penguin leaned over the bar and pointed out the black-haired girl.

"Not really." He casually finished his drink.

"Yeah... she creeps me out." Penguin shook his head.

The warlord didn't feel like dragging this pointless conversation on but this brat was currently his bartender so he might as well. "Who is she?"

"Who knows? I rarely see her but I think she's related to Law or something."

Crocodile quirked a brow, slightly interested by the new information. "I don't see any resemblance." He gave her another once over. They didn't have anything in common besides the lean frames and the dark hair.

Penguin shrugged. "Bellamy or Monet might know, you should ask them."

"I don't really care about her."

"Then what were you looking at so intently?" The teen inquired.

Crocodile chuckled. "I was staring at Monet's thighs."

The teen's jaw slackened. Did he really just say that out loud?

"Close your mouth kid and get me another drink."

Penguin scoffed. "That was really indecent and should you be drinking more?"

"What was indecent is your reaction. I'm just being a man, brat." He slid his glass over to Penguin.

Penguin rolled his eyes. "You could have been a bit more appropriate." He thought about cutting off their sub-captain but realized he didn't need to. The eight glasses he had already given him had no effect on the man.

His predator like eyes danced over her body, "She could have been a bit more modest. That dress is leaving no room for imagination."

Penguin glanced over to where Monet and Cyne were. He was definitely right, there was nothing left to imagination. "I guess you're right."

"Of course I am." He grinned widely. "That other girl isn't so bad herself. She dances better than Monet does."

Penguin nodded in agreement as he poured the spice 25 year old rum into the short glass till it was about three quarters full. "Here you go Croco-chan~"

Twitch. "Don't call me that." He gulped down about half of the glass. "Ah~ Now that's some good stuff." Crocodile pointed at the bottle, "That's probably 10 years older than you."

Penguin snorted. "I'm as old as that bottle."

Crocodile leaned against the bar so he could whisper in the teen's ear. "You're not good at lying brat."

Penguin placed a hand over his ear in surprise. "It's only a bit older than me." He mumbled.

"So I thought." The violet-haired male acted as if he didn't notice the teen's red face. He held the glass between his fingers and downed the rest of its contents.

"Not by 10 years though!" The teen exclaimed, "Only by 9." He whispered under his breath.

Crocodile chuckled softly. "Pour me another." He had heard the kid; only 16 huh? That meant Law was a few years older than Penguin. This kid still had a boyish face while Law's had more of a masculine look.

The raven-haired teen placed the refilled glass in front of the warlord, and folded his arms placing them on the bar. "Thanks brat."

"My name is Penguin and how do you feel about dancing?"

The warlord gave him a skeptical look. "Are you asking me to dance with you?"

"No! Of course not! Monet is looking at you, see?" He nodded his head towards the dance floor.

Crocodile turned around and watched the little dance Monet was performing. She never ended their eye contact. Her fingers ran through a handful of her hair, while her hips shook slowly, her hands found their way back down; over her breasts and lower till they rested by her waist.

Penguin whistled slowly. "Wow, look at that dress hike up her thighs."

Crocodile gave her an appreciative smile and was returned a wink. "Now that is one woman." He told Penguin without breaking eye contact with Monet.

"I never noticed how hot she was." He looked at the green-haired woman like he'd never seen her before.

"That is the horrors of being an adventurous young man; you have no sense of appreciation for women." Crocodile tipped the glass to his lips, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat. "I was in my mid-twenties before I even had a care for women and now my appetite for them is hardly ever satiated. You rarely find them on the seas, like us. I'm grateful for the islands."

"What about men? I heard from Doflamingo-chan you guys have a special relationship." The teen poured the rum directly into the glass Crocodile was holding. "After this bottle I'm going to cut you off old man."

"Kid—Penguin, I could drink five of those bottles without breaking a sweat. So that is what he told you? There's nothing really special about our relationship. We're just close friends that screwed once because I was too drunk and he had a fight with Trafalgar." Crocodile shrugged. He wasn't too secretive about that so he didn't care if the teen knew or not.

Penguin stared at the older male incredulously. "You admit some of the weirdest things ever. If it were Bellamy and I, I'd never tell a soul!"

Crocodile smirked. "Is that your lover, a man huh? No wonder why you can't appreciate Monet's curvaceous body."

"Oh shut up. He's my best friend." Penguin rolled his eyes at the accusation.

"Best friends can have special relationships." Crocodile threw the teen's words back at him.

"Whatever."

"Pour yourself a drink Penguin." The older male nodded towards the bottle.

"Why?" he stared at the man like he was an idiot.

"Drinking alone is rather pointless." He sipped on his drink. It's time to slow down he thought to himself. There was no way he could get drunk now, and if he had 8 or 9 more drinks he'd be there.

"I guess so." The raven-haired male poured a half glass for himself.

"Cheers." They said in unison.

Crocodile merely sipped his drink while Penguin finished the whole thing in one go.

"Whoa this stuff is strong." He said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You'll get used to it."

"Sure as hell will." The teen grinned as he poured himself another shot.

"Take it easy or you'll get drunk." The older male observed Penguin. He sure looked happy.

"Don't rain on my fun." The raven-haired male stuck his tongue out in a childish manner.

"Suit yourself. People do and say stupid things with a lot of alcohol in their system, fair warning."

"This isn't my first time drinking Croco-chan." Penguin moved onto his third shot.

"Che. I can tell and don't call me Croco-chan." Crocodile scowled. His current nickname only reminded him of that blonde bastard who begged him to babysit his shitty crew for free. The nerve on that man, He was lucky that the violet-haired male happened to be in a good mood and agreed to do him a favor.

"It's so cuuuuuute though~" The younger male whined.

"Don't." He glared at the teen.

"Fine." Penguin pouted, his glare unnoticed. He was going to enjoy this shot he thought to himself. The other two were rushed just to show off his tolerance. Penguin placed the glass to his lips and sniffed cautiously, his nostrils flared as they were assaulted by the expected burning sensation. He closed his eyes and tipped the glass slightly, feeling the cool liquid against his upper lip. He knew damn well this was going to scorch his tongue, throat, and stomach just like the other two but he enjoyed the warm feeling.

"PENGUIN!"

His eyes flew open, "W-wha? Huh?!" he exclaimed as the glass was ripped out of his hand, it hit the table with a loud thud."

"You..." The young man pointed at the warlord incredulously. "What the hell do you think you're doing giving a kid that crap?"

"Bellamy" he groaned. "Are you nuts? Leave him alone." Penguin leaned over the bar and used his hands to push the blonde away from the man across him, but to no avail. Bellamy wouldn't budge.

"Are you nuts? You can't drink yet." He snapped, unable to control the anger in his voice.

"You aren't my mom. I can do whatever I want~" Penguin answered in a sing song voice.

"You should listen to him. Have a little more consideration for your liver." Crocodile swallowed the remaining contents of his glass.

Bellamy's eyes lit a fire. "You gave it to him in the first place, jackass."

Crocodile in return gave him a grin that raised the hairs on the back of his neck. "Usually I kill those who casually insult me but fortunately for you, I am fond of Penguin and considerate enough not to kill his lover. However, I don't think that'll work for you a second time."

"Right." He forced through his teeth.

Penguin shot Bellamy a worried look.

"Relax brat. I'm not going to kill him, I'm in a good mood plus I enjoy your company when you're happy and go lucky." Crocodile pushed Penguin's glass towards him.

"Thanks." He accepted the glass and glanced at the blonde-haired male from the corner of his eyes.

"Penguin." He sighed wearily.

"It's okay Bellamy, three shots isn't that much." The teen smiled timidly.

That smile was all it took to stop the young man's protest. He sat down beside his new least favorite person in the world and scowled at Penguin. "You're right. Pour me a shot when you're done."

"That's the spirit good ol' boyfriend of the brat." Crocodile's attention wandered back to Monet.

"I thought you said you would stop calling me that!" Penguin protested.

"I'm not his boyfriend." The blonde-haired male rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Sure.. you aren't." The older man managed to say despite being distracted as he was.

His eyes followed the general direction Crocodile staring at so intently, with such interest. He almost looked like… he was starving. "What is he looking at like that?" he muttered quietly, asking no one in general.

"Like what?" Penguin whispered.

Bellamy leaned over towards his friend. "Like food…"

"Oh! You mean Monet. She comes across as delicious if I might say so myself." Penguin gave the woman a quick once over before she could notice.

Now that he mentioned it, Monet really went out of her way to display how much of a beauty she is. "Gorgeous." He nodded approvingly. "Cyne looks nice too."

Crocodile chuckled. "If she could hear you she'd probably slaughter you for your half-assed comment."

"Well… compared to Monet she is just nice. On her own I suppose she'd pass for pretty." Bellamy took a swig of his rum.

Two hours later.

Fuck. Law slammed into the wall as he jumped into his pants; his shirt was being a pain in the ass as well. He could not seem to button all the buttons in the right buttonhole, so he gave up on dress shirts and searched for his yellow sweater. He was in a hurry. The tanned male ended up being drugged and now he was about three or four hours late for the party. His hair was still damp and all over the place not that he gave a damn anyways. He wondered why Monet spiked his drink. She always made him a cup of chocolate mint tea while he was studying. So why did she drug him? He had not done anything to hurt her feelings or what not. Maybe she wanted him to sleep more. Maybe she didn't want him to attend her party. Hell, as if he knows what goes through a crazy woman's mind?

"Hey Croco-chan, why is your name Crocodile?" Penguin slurred as he traced the smooth surface his face rested on.

"It's only a nickname. A long time ago someone told me my teeth were as sharp as the ones of a crocodile, it stayed with me." He grinned wide showing his teeth.

The teen raised his head for a second to look at the older male, "Whoa! Bellamy his teeth are really sharp!" he jabbed the sleeping male with his finger.

"What the hell do you want?" he grunted, still half asleep.

"How do you kiss people? Don't they run off scared?" Penguin ran his tongue over his own teeth, which were not that sharp at all in comparison.

"Most find it arousing getting nicked by my teeth, that is." He shrugged.

"You should kiss me." Penguin's eyes glazed over in excitement.

"Why the hell would I do that?" the older male muttered.

"Becauuse~ I want to see if they'll cut me too." He responded as if it was the most natural thing to say.

"You drank too much." The older male shook his head. He had quit a few shots ago as these two continued. The boyfriend fell asleep half an hour ago and Penguin was beyond wasted. After hearing his drunkard talks for an hour, he was used to the stupid questions, confessions and body contact. He got used to Croco-chan as well much to his dismay. It was just about 12 and the party was not dying down yet. Doflamingo's crew sure knew how to party hard.

"I know I did… I can't believe you're not drunk and you drank more than I did. Bellamy is sleeping during a party. Can you believe him?" Penguin stared at the young man affectionately.

"Years of alcohol tolerance Penguin." He patted the blonde mop of hair. "He probably had a tiring day."

The raven-haired male denied that. "Naaaaaaah~ I'd know."

"He hates parties then."

"BINGO! He hates parties almost as much as Law does." Penguin frowned. "You know I told him you'd be here and he still didn't make it."

"Oh?" Crocodile features set into mild interest. This was definitely something he wanted to hear.

"Yeah, I mean everyone knows he wants to wrap his legs around your waist except for you." Penguin giggled. "Well… now you know too. Maybe he's asleep like Bellamy."

"Maybe." Crocodile agreed.

Law made his way to the set up bar area. He had already spotted everyone he was looking for. He took a second to admire Monet's work, seeing it for the first time; food, alcohol, and music. He nodded his head, standard pirate celebration. He could see the green haired woman sitting near Cyne far from where Penguin, Bellamy and Crocodile were. He was here. Penguin was right for once, he did come. The teen waltzed over to them, feeling ecstatic.

"Bellamy~ Wake up Crocodile's taking advantage of my innocence."

"He's doing what?!" the blonde shouted, with his eyes half opened.

"I'm doing no such thing boyfriend." Crocodile snorted.

"Stop giving people strange nicknames old hag." Bellamy grumbled drowsily.

"I said once more and I'll kill you runt." Crocodile place his left hand in front of Bellamy, he merely wiggled his finger a bit and a small amount of sand hovered above his palm.

"You have a Devil fruit! Penguin leaned over the bar and admired the sand.

"I've had it for awhile." The sand in his hand created a miniature tornado out of sand.

"Way cool." Penguin looked in awe.

Bellamy blinked a few times to clear his vision. "So you're the party's entertainment? Nice parlor tricks."

"ARE YOU STUPID BELLAMY?! He is obviously one of those log things. A log? Loggy? Lommi? What is it called again…?" The teen scratched his head.

Law sat besides the pale man. He took his glass and filled it with a quarter of rum, downing the content in one go. "Blargh—still tastes like shit."

"Logia." Bellamy muttered, "Where did you get Lommi from?"

"Law you made it! What took you so long? Croco-chan was sooooo lonely without you." The younger male questioned.

"Monet spiked my tea." He rolled his eyes. Monet went to some trouble to insure he wouldn't make it here. He was going to make sure she did not know he was.

"Croco-channn~ Tell me who was on top." Penguin gave him a lopsided grin.

"You're too young for that, don't bother asking."

"Crocooooooooo-chan you told me all sorts of stories before Law came." The teen whined.

Law was at a complete loss when it came to the conversation, but that did not stop him from participating. "Croco-chan… tell us who was on top." He placed his fingers under his chin, resting his head upon them.

He knows as well. Crocodile opened his mouth armed with a clever response when Penguin began to shake his head like mad out of the corner of his eyes. So he did not know, got it. "I'm always on top, in any given situation."

"Are you sure about that?" Law flashed an alluring smile in the older male's direction.

"There is no one that can top me." He chuckled in amusement.

"I'll keep that in mind." Law murmured.

Next Update SOON.