Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible.

Rating: M

Note: From the 24 hours prompt request in my tumblr by tali-tangerine.

24 Hours

[3:00 AM]

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Zoro scowled as he stared at the door of his apartment.

"Zorooo," he heard a faint whisper of his name from the other side of the door, followed by a giggle. "Zorooo! Open the door!"

He didn't move from his position—leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom with his arms folded above his chest.

"I have your key idiot," he heard the person on the other side announced, followed by some shuffling sound. There was a dull thud, as something (or at this rate, someone, most likely) hit the door.

That actually prompted him to move, grumbling as he made his way towards it before the person outside decides to bang on it and wake his neighbors up.

His hand was already on the knob and was about to twist it open, when the door suddenly swung towards him almost hitting him on the nose.

"Nami!" He hissed as his gaze landed on the girl in front him. He knows it was her on the other side of course… given the amount of messages and calls he had received from her earlier while he was fast asleep. "What the hell?"

"Hi!"

Zoro narrowed his eye at her. She had a lopsided grin on her face and her stance was kind of… wobbly.

"Did you actually drunk texted and called me?"

She looked at him blankly for a few seconds.

"I did?"

He made an irritated sound before pulling her inside, closing and locking the door.

"What do you need?" He asked curtly as he left her standing in the middle of his small living room. "At fucking three in the morning?"

She blinked at him, looking a bit confused before grinning and answering his question.

"Bed."

Zoro looked at her incredulously. She woke him up all because she needed a place to sleep?

Her apartment was just a goddamn floor away from him!

He watched as she sluggishly attempted to remove her small pink crossbody bag around her, throwing it clumsily on his couch before slipping off her heels and shrugging off her jacket.

Or at least she tried shrugging it off.

"Damn it Nami," he growled as he took a step closer to her to help her remove it. "Are you actually plastered?"

"Hmm… no."

"No my ass," Zoro muttered under his breath. He watched as Nami shook her head and the expression on her face clearly told him she regretted doing that.

"If you hurl on my floor, you'll fucking clean it." He warned, throwing her jacket next to her bag.

"I'm not gonna hurl!"

She actually had the audacity to use an overbearing tone on him even if she was on the brink of keeling over any time soon.

"This is the first time," Zoro said with a huff as he went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.

The minute he did, Nami staggered toward his bedroom and unceremoniously plopped down on his bed.

"Oi!" Zoro immediately went after her, the glass in his hand still half full. "Damn it Nami!" He cursed as he set the glass down on his bedside table. "Even drunk, you can still be such pain in the ass."

"Don't be mean Zoro!" She whined, lifting a leg to kick him. She only ended up kicking at the air.

"No throwing up on my bed!"

"I'm not gonna hurl!"

Zoro sat on his bed, scratching his head as he watched the orange-haired woman nestled herself deeply into the comfort of his pillow.

He wished he had the strength to just kick her out of his bed and his apartment.

But of course he doesn't have. Besides… he can't. And… he won't.

Not when drunk Nami is a once in a lifetime opportunity he had been blessed (or cursed) to witness.

"Zorooo…" she whined again, nudging his shoulder with her bare feet rather forcibly. "Don't sleep!"

"I am awake!" He swatted her feet with his hand and it fell back on his bed bonelessly. "Go to sleep Nami."

"No!" She groaned woozily. "I still have to tell you I like you so don't you dare fall asleep on me."

Huh?

Say what now?

Zoro stared at her in disbelief for probably the umpteenth time in the span of twenty minutes from the moment she barged in his apartment.

This woman makes him want to pull and tear all the hairs off his head.

Why does she need to do this while she's DRUNK?

Her feet nudged him again, prodding lightly.

"Do you like me too?" Nami asked in a rather diffident tone as she looked at him with eyes still glazed from inebriation. Yet there was this earnest look on her face that makes him want to answer truthfully.

Zoro can't help but shake of his head at absurdity of it all.

"Yeah. I do," he admitted with a chuckle. Honestly of all the times she can be honest with him, she chose now while she's drunk as a skunk and would probably forget everything when she wakes up.

"Oh." Nami said a bit breathlessly, not expecting a positive answer. Then she seemed to brightened up when she realized what his answer was. "Oh!"

She giggled, in a girlish manner that was totally unlike her usual self.

And she suddenly pounced on him, enveloping him in a tight bear hug.

Zoro was taken aback by her unexpected movement that they almost fell on the floor.

Thankfully they didn't.

Then Nami suddenly scrambled to get off him and his bed.

Zoro had to grab her by the arm to steady her as she staggered slightly after standing up abruptly.

She giggled again, smiling as she drowsily stared at his hand on her arm.

"I need to shower," she suddenly announced.

"Huh?"

"I need to shower," Nami repeated before letting out a hiccup. "So we can celebrate by having sex."

She pulled away from him and she started singing, nonchalantly discarding her remaining clothing on his bedroom floor as she made her way towards his bathroom, leaving Zoro staring at her, with his mouth hanging open and his brain short-circuiting.

WHAT?!

– The End –

R and R please.