It's been awhile since I updated this...but, anyway, I had this idea in my head for awhile, so I hope you all enjoy it.

Edited: Changed Drake's logic, old readers will get this, new readers, you don't have to worry about it. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, but OCs are mine.

Chapter 10: Night to Celebrate.

The rest of the way through the Calm Belt went smoothly, though, every time Jacob saw a Sea King on the horizon miles away, he would have a panic attack and sometimes faint. Drake, after his navigator calmed down or woke up after someone splashed water in his face, would try to explain to him slowly that the Sea Kings could not see them from where they were. Jacob wouldn't believe it and continued to panic when he saw Sea Kings surface in the hazy distance, but now, Drake no longer had to worry about that because he and his crew were officially in the Grand Line.

And what better way to celebrate then at the bar.

Though, that was Carter's idea.

Drake didn't mind a small celebration, but what Carter had in mind wasn't really that since his whole entire crew was wasted completely with the exception of himself and Jacob, who was grumbling next to him as they sat at the bar.

Carter apparently told Jacob that he was a wuss for not drinking with the rest of the crew, so now his navigator was cast off to the side, cursing the blonde first mate under his breath with a large scowl painted on his tan face.

Drake wasn't worried about that though, but rather Leanne. His eyes were locked onto the shady group in the corner, eyeing her with that sort of glint in their eyes. So he watched her and them like a hawk, his eyes darting back and forth between them. Her drunken form was swallowed by the rest of his drunken crew and she was talking animatedly with Carter about something. Her brows were furrowed together, slowly rising from her seat to loom over his first mate as her mouth continued to move nonstop.

Carter looked like he was about to use the same strategy, and be more affective with it since he was taller, but as soon as he started to move up, something hit him in the forehead: Leanne's button.

The small button that was barely holding her chest in popped all of a sudden, coming undone with so much force to actually make it repel then cause a chain reaction of the button under it to open as well, revealing more of her breasts and the red colored bra holding them in.

Drake stared at the situation, but then snapped out of it when a man from the shady group started stalking over to her, like a night cat on the growl, and he glared, starting to move from away from the table and his seat.

Then Carter took a chair at swung it at the man, sending him flying through the musty ale smelling air while screaming something that along the lines of don't touch my little sister, though it was hard to tell with all the slurring.

So, Drake just plopped back down in his chair with a sigh; at least his crew was looking out for Leanne, but it he still had his worries. "Leanne," he called over to her, and Drake watched her head snap from looking at the man embedded in the bar's counter with stars swimming around his head and towards him, the whole time still talking even if it was to no one.

She trotted drunkenly over towards him, stumbling over nothing as she made her way to the table until she fell into it almost, which for some reason started to make her laugh wildly as she continued to speak unintelligible words.

Drake caught her before she could cause anymore damage to herself, and then placed her small body in the chair beside in with ease.

"Wat's it Capt'n?" she hiccupped with a lopsided smile, swaying back and forth in her seat, in danger of falling out of it.

Drake slung an arm around her waist for support, anchoring her to the chair and his side. "You need to be more carefully," he told her simply, ignoring the look of curiosity he was getting from Jacob. "It's not safe to act like that in a bar."

"But Capt'n!" she whined, rolling her head to lean against his chest. "Was jus' avin' a jabbin' contest 'ith Carder!"

That peeked Jacob's interest, moving it away from how Drake was acting with Leanne. "Jabbing contest? And it's Carter, not Carder."

"Tat's wat I said..." she looked passed Drake and at the navigator, but then continued on quickly. "An' we did hav'a jabbin' contest!" she grinned largely, flopping her head against Drake's chest again. "An' I won, too! Told him nothin' could shut me up, and I darn proved him right! Even when—"

Leanne went off into a nonstop talking fit again, which Jacob found annoying and tuned out easily, but Drake he found it oddly amusing to see her acting this way. He just listened to her speak away in just a confusing tone that he felt he lost in the conversation. She told stories about her sick father that loved history, her mother's world famous bread and how much she hated bugs with a burning passion. None of this was new to him; she told him about this when they were back in the Marines. Almost everything she said she talked about once, like how she thought that Vice Admiral didn't like her, and like in the past, she questioned and questioned him on if it was true and or why it was true.

Drake started to feel uncomfortable talking about the Vice Admiral, and he wanted her to stop the conversation, completely. And he did it the only way he knew would work. Curling his fingers around her chin, he brought her face up away from resting against his chest so she was looking up at him, not that she noticed since she just question away, asking if she had done something to the Vice Admiral when she was drunk before.

Then he kissed her.

It wasn't anything big, just a simple kiss to cease the questions. Though, all it did was make Leanne to freak out and sober up. She pushed her hands against his chest in an attempt to shove him away, but due to the fact that Drake was more muscular then her thin frame, she ended up shoving herself back off the chair, out of Drake's arm that was around her waist and onto to the floor: speechless.

Drake didn't want the conversation of the Vice Admiral to pop up again, so he redirected the subject elsewhere as he rested his elbow then placed his cheek against his hand, looking down at her stunned, blushing face with a small smirk. "I think that worked its charm very well, don't you think?"

Leanne was silent, and just stared at him.

Drake chuckled quietly under his breath, but then the smile that was on his lips fell to a frown and looked behind him to see that Jacob for some reason looked to be having a panic attack as he fell to the floor. Why? Drake didn't know; there were no Sea Kings in the bar.

Another short chapter, sorry about that. But hope you liked it.