For whatever reason, it was Usopp who had the pair of handcuffs.
Sanji didn't really want to know or think about just WHY Usopp would have handcuffs, of all things; of all people.
The fact that he had them at all was shocking enough.
Nami "graciously" accepted the handcuffs from Usopp's trembling hands and moved toward Zoro and the cook in a threatening manner.
Sanji would never admit this out loud, but right now: Nami was scaring him and he'd MUCH rather be dropped into a pit of bugs—
Okay, so that was a lie. He'd take Zoro over the bugs.
To make it easier on himself, Sanji held out his wrist and looked away with a grimace.
The swordsman, surprisingly, did the same. Only with a huff of anger instead of a wince.
Nami clamped the little circular pieces of hell onto the cook's and Zoro's wrist, tightened it, and stepped away with yet another malicious grin on her face.
She walked backwards and waited for the situation to dawn on the two morons.
The two men stared at the piece of metal tying them together.
The same thought occurred to them simultaneously: what the fuck did I just get myself in to.
Then, all hell broke loose.
Nami laid back on her lawn chair and let the games begin.
"I can't believe I'm stuck with a shitty marimo like you," Sanji spat.
Zoro ground his teeth and shot back, "At least I wasn't the IDIOT who said 'dare' with that witch playing. What the fuck where you thinking?!"
"I was getting bored!" Sanji protested angrily.
"Oh and I suppose this is amusing to you, huh, shitty cook!?"
"No! I didn't think she'd come up with this! I didn't even think to think that she'd come up with it!"
"This is why you don't play Truth or fucking Dare when she's involved! You play Truth or Truth! Otherwise, shit like THIS happens!"
"What is THAT supposed to mean, marimo?! Are you trying to say this is MY fault?!" Sanji shouted into the moss-head's face.
"YES!"
Something in the cook snapped at that very moment, and Sanji lunged at the marimo.
Sanji put his foot on the marimo's orange hoody and put pressure onto the swordsman's chest. "You shitty bastard! You didn't have to agree with Nami either! You could have said no when you found out!"
Zoro yanked his hand backward and the chain rattled between them. "No way, shit cook! I'd have looked like a fucking wuss! Besides, who knows what she woulda done if I'd refused her?!"
Sanji applied more pressure to the marimo's chest, but let it fall back towards the deck with a mixture of a growl and a sigh.
The two widened the space between them and began walking to get Zoro's swords.
Once they were acquired, they'd head back to the group.
On their way back, in a moment of childishness, Sanji stuck out his foot.
The marimo hadn't been expecting that, and thus, had tripped.
Sanji grinned widely and was chuckling when Zoro whirled around and had his unsheathed sword pointed at the blond's throat.
Sanji's face was a cross between shocked, offended, and horrified. Over all, it was a funny expression to see the cook wear, so Zoro decided to let the cook's petty act go. Just this once.
Because the cook's face was funny. Honestly, he should know better than that; Zoro would never harm his nakama.
…
Not badly, at any rate.
A/N: so that's the second chapter... What do you guys think about me postin the third today, too? XD