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: T
Note: From the 24 hours prompt request in my tumblr by mina175.
24 Hours
[13:36] | [1:36 PM]
Nami looked up from the kitchen counter where she was enjoying her dessert of moist chocolate cake when she heard keys jiggling loudly outside the door of her apartment.
Her brows furrowed as her lips clamped on the fork that was still in her mouth. She already had an idea as to who was trying to get inside…
Smacking her lips, she called out:
"I'm pretty sure this is not your apartment Zoro."
There was a huff as the tall, green-haired man stepped inside, nonchalantly dropping his gym bag on the floor.
"Are you lost?"
He had the decency to snort at her as he shrugged off his jacket, tossing it on her couch before walking to her fridge to grab a bottle of beer from the inside.
"I'm charging you for that."
"Thought you were out?"
Nami raised an eyebrow at him. "And if I am? Are you just letting yourself in my apartment even if I'm not here?"
She was answered with a cocky grin as he popped the cap off the bottle.
"Don't act high and mighty witch," Zoro leaned on the counter across her so their gazes meet. "Don't think I don't know that you've been doing the same."
"Touché." Nami cut another piece of the cake with her fork to bring it to her mouth.
"Besides what's the use of giving me the key?" Zoro took a swig from his bottle, his eye never leaving hers.
"It's for emergency purposes Zoro!" Nami glared at him. "Not for stealing beers in my fridge!"
"I'm not stealing them," Zoro retorted. "I gave you money to buy them last time you went grocery shopping! I just forgot to take them back to my apartment!"
Nami scoffed. "Forgetting your groceries here is becoming your hobby Zoro. It's not only the beers that are in there." She pointed to her fridge.
"Pffft."
"Please don't tell me yours is busted that's why you're keeping them here in mine." Nami narrowed her eyes at him. "I should just charge you for electricity consumption you know? Plus fridge rental fee."
Zoro stopped midway to bringing the bottle to his lips to finish his drink. He stared at her incredulously.
Damn this woman and her ability to put a price on every fucking thing!
"Then forget asking me to help you carry your grocery bags," he finally managed to grumble as he downed the remaining contents of the beer bottle.
She rolled her eyes as he set the bottle on the counter and opened her fridge again to grab another.
Nami gaped at him. "Zoro! It's just after lunch! Slow down with the alcohol!"
Zoro just threw a smirk her way. "It's mine to drink anytime witch."
The orange-haired woman glowered at him. "You're gonna get sick you idiot."
"I already ate lunch if that's what you're worried about." The smug look on his face had her own heating up from embarrassment when she realized he knew why she was chastising him.
"Thanks for keeping them cool Nami," he grinned, reaching out to playfully (and irritatingly) press the cold bottle against her cheeks, making her sputter angrily at him.
"See you at dinner," Zoro said before heading out of her apartment, making a grab for his gym bag on the floor as the other held the cold beer he nicked from her fridge.
Nami eyed the jacket he left on her couch warily as the door shut behind him.
Great. Now she's making dinner.
He's gonna owe her big time for this.
– The End –
R and R please.