"Luffy," Sanji slurred and he clumsily patted the rubberman's face. It was useless. Luffy was sleeping peacefully, no doubt storing energy to digest the ridiculous amount of food he ate throughout the course of the night. His belly was as round and bouncy as a gym ball. The blonde looked about to see almost the entire population that had been partying was either passed out or gone home. He stood up and lurched towards the road. He had no intention to stay at the club for others to wake. The club was pretty safe anyways. The bouncers and guards were decent people and no doubt Luffy would wake when anyone would be in danger.

"Hey blondie!" a voice called. He walked on. There was no time to deal with horny strangers. "Hey, hey! Don't be cold!" Sanji's strides quickened. He needed to get out of here, even if the world spun and tilted ominously. He felt a grab at his arm and shook it off.

"Fuck off!" he yelled, slightly panicked.

"Listen up, you stupid fired cook!" Sanji stopped and turned around.

"Stupid. Fired. Cook?" he snarled. "Say that again, sir, whoever the fuck you are and I'll kick you into space!"

"Calm down Mr Sanji," the voice chortled and the figure took off his cap. "I'm willing to make a deal."

"A deal?" Sanji started. The man nodded, stroking his whiskers. The chef narrowed his eyes.

"What are you offering?"

"I can revoke your ban and make sure no small government official like Fullbody can do that again." Sanji looked at this guy, which was difficult, considering he felt like throwing up. Nevertheless, he maintained his relaxed stance and pondered. So this guy, whoever he was, sounded like he was a little higher up in the government sector but it seems he didn't have much influence besides that. He only could guarantee no trouble from small fries, which seems unfair. Everyone, no exceptions should be taught the value and importance of food and how to respect it. Whatever this deal was, Sanji decided, he'd likely to turn down.

"What do I offer in return?" he kept the tone of polite interest. The rat man grinned.

"Update me on the actions of the managers. It should be easy enough right? I mean, seeing as you are the assistant head chef and have access to those rooms and all." Sanji almost rolled his eyes at such stupidity. Assistant head chef meant nothing in the face of those people. Whatever position you were, you were determined by wealth, will and ways. The three w's as people called it. If you didn't have those, no matter how big your name was, you would stewed and be discarded outside the club like puke. Even Zeff limited his dealings with them but made his rules clear. As long as he was the owner of the club, they were free to do as they liked, but one whiffing of running into government trouble and out they went. Other than that, they were free to run as they saw fit.

"I'm sorry but I can't gain access to them. They each have their own rules." Sanji moved to sidestep the obnoxious man.

"Wait, what if I offered money for your services? The bigger the find the more cash you get." The blonde stopped. Oh, he was one of those officials. The corrupt ones that bribe and deceive their way through the system, using whatever and whoever to acquire riches and status.

"Fuck you," he snapped. "If you speak to me again Mr Fuckwit then like I said, I'll kick to you the moon." The man held up his hands.

"No need to get touchy now but there is a problem is you don't agree to my terms."

"Problems?" Sanji said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "The only problem here is you and your corrupt ways. Don't make me say it again. Get out of my sight." The rat man sighed as if the chef were a little child who needed a lecture.

"The problem is none of your concern," he grinned, 'because I deal with it." He clicked his fingers and multiple men came out of hiding, gun and knives drawn. Sanji groaned.

"Oh for fucks sake."

Zoro was jogging home from work when he peered into the gloom at a strange dark blob approaching him at a rapid speed. Unfortunately for him, he miscalculated the time he had to get out of its way and it slammed into him.

"Oomph!" a grunt was forced out of him as the blob collided with him. "What the fuck? Watch where you're going man!" The blob made no move to get up. Frowning, Zoro rolled the figure over and was mildly impressed with the amount of bruises, marks and scratches on the man's body. The man was part of the Government, from the looks of the uniform. He peered closer. Was that a footprint? He snorted, straightening up. The more pressing question was where did that man come from and how did he get here? As far as he could tell, there were no tell-tale signs of a fight. No yelling or the sound of flesh being pounded. Well, seeing as this man would certainly not give him any answer, he set off in the direction he saw the beaten man approach from.

It was just straight ahead. No big deal.

Zoro turned at the forked intersection. This must be it. To his surprise, there were only more empty darkened streets instead of the culprit. He frowned and turned back, mind in jumbles.

"Ugh," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is stupid." He turned to find his way home. This was definitely the right way, he thought. He stopped suddenly at the wall that materialised in front of him. "Ah, shit." The walls were moving again. He was never going to get home like this. He emptied his mind and started walking, probably not the best idea but it always worked before.

Finally there was a familiar street. He sighed, exhausted and irritated. It was a stupid idea to chase after the fighter. It would have been better to just go home already. It must be late.

Zoro's phone buzzed loudly on the bedside table. He answered it.

"Yo Zoro. Wake up and come down to Luffy's," Ace said.

"Why?"

"I have presents."

"Why didn't you bring 'em yesterday?"

"I was tired and forgot! Besides, we were partying hard alright?"

"I'll be there. You got breakfast?"

"Well Luffy's ordering something. Hopefully it'll be enough for us." Zoro snorted dubiously.

"I'll get going then."

"Yeah but don't take too long alright? Actually, do you want me to come with my car?"

"You have a car now?"

"A van actually." Zoro could visualise the grin over the phone.

"The heck? Why a van?"

"I can take all my shit from the lab and play with it."

"So what you are going to do about your bike?"

"Hey hey, shut up. Like I said, presents first."

"You pretty much just gave it away."

"Shut up! There's more to it alright? I'm coming down now. Be ready when I bombard your crappy little apartment."