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. One shot scribble.

Rating: T

Note: From the 24 hours prompt request in my tumblr by mina175.

This is it! It's officially my 100th ZoNa write-up! Yay! Thank you guys who still read my works! You've all been wonderful and extremely supportive. I never imagined it, but here we are! I hope you readers still enjoy it.

24 HOURS

[11:28 PM] | [23:28]

"And I win."

That statement was followed by a loud thud of a glass beer mug against the pub table, along with the appearance of a smug smirk across the pretty face of an orange-haired woman.

The man sitting across her almost choked on his drink. He didn't bother finishing it and set his own glass down the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared at the woman before him incredulously. All his manly confidence and pride from earlier (when he was trying to hit on her) was gone.

Nami then held out her hand, a silent demand for him to pay up after losing their drinking bet.

There were jeers and hoots coming from the guy's friends (and some other bar customers who had known what took place). Though the guy was sport enough to hand over the bills he owed to Nami's waiting hand.

"Domo," Nami winked at him and smiled before sliding out of the bar stool, tucking her winnings inside the pocket of her jeans. She headed towards another table where a guy was waiting for her.

She sat herself on the stool and cheekily said, "And that's how it's done Usopp."

"A-mazing!" Usopp mouthed admiringly even as he was still looking over the area where the guy was sulking amidst the taunting of his friends.

"Indeed I am," Nami grinned, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Usopp turned his attention to her and gaped. "How high is your tolerance?"

"High enough to walk out of here with both our wallets full."

"You just might be my newest favorite drinking buddy."

"Newest?" Nami raised an eyebrow at him as she reached for previously abandoned beer bottle. "Who's the old one?"

"Mmm… Zoro." Usopp answered with a sly smile.

"Zoro?"

"Yeah."

Nami frowned slightly. She had seen that man drink of course. He does it every damn time back at their apartment. After three, four bottles of beer… he is out like a light. Even Usopp looks like he can outdrink him.

"Are you sure we're talking about the same Zoro?" She inquired doubtfully. "Tall, green-haired idiot who always get lost Zoro?"

Usopp laughed and nodded. "Yeah that one!"

Nami crossed her arms over her chest. "Really? Doesn't look like he has a high tolerance you know."

Her companion paused, right in the middle of taking a swig of beer from his own bottle.

"Huh?" Usopp blinked at her curiously, his brows furrowing as he studied her. "Have you seen him drink Nami?"

She answered him with a roll of her eyes. "Duh, he's always drinking whenever I see him. After four bottles he's like dead to the world or something."

Usopp just continued staring at her, looking like he was contemplating about saying something.

"Hey," a sudden, unfamiliar voice suddenly cut through their conversation.

Both turned to look at the speaker. Usopp's eyes widened while Nami remained calmed as she eyed the newcomer.

"Saw you drink that guy under the table," a rather large, gangster-looking man was standing near them, with a cocky smirk on his face, one thumb gesturing back to where the guy that Nami outdrank earlier was standing.

Nami glanced at Usopp and noted how he nervously shifted in his seat, trying his damnedest to avoid eye contact. She had been warned that there are unpleasant people around the area, but she didn't expect she would run into them this early.

"What about it?" She muttered curtly as she shifted her gaze away from him and focused on her beer instead, purposely conveying that she had no interest in whatever it is that he wanted with her.

"Thought I could interest you in another game," the man said as he placed a drink on the table.

Nami eyed it warily. U-boot huh?

Looks like this guy is dead serious.

She can already sense trouble brewing and she sent Usopp a quick glance and saw him swallowed an imaginary large lump in his throat.

Great. From the looks of it… it's gonna be a one-sided battle. She already know Usopp's alcohol tolerance is almost non-existent. He's still nursing the same drink he had ordered when they first arrive in the place.

"Sorry, I'm not interested," Nami said nonchalantly. "You see my friend and I are about to head out. We still have an early day tomorrow. Right?" She quirked a smile at the now sweating profusely Usopp.

"Eerr… right."

The man chuckled. "Seems like I'm not making myself clear." He smirked at Nami. "I'm not letting a pretty thing like you get off the hook that easily." He motioned with his finger and Nami saw that this guy had some of his tough-looking friends casually lingering everywhere in the bar… some were already standing guard along the exit.

The smile on the man's face widened when he realized that Nami understood what he meant. And that there is no way she's getting out of this bar without him.

Nami glared at him. This troublesome man not only meant to take all her money tonight.

She gazed at the drink he had generously set on their table. She may have a high alcohol tolerance but that doesn't mean she's limitless.

And this drink is meant to make her pass out before the night is even over. This damn guy sure knows how to do it.

The man leered when he saw the look of resignation on Nami's face. Either she plays with him or they will forcefully drag her out the bar with them. The long-nosed guy with her ain't no match for him and his crew. They will pulverize him if he tries to stop them.

And he knows that there's no one in this bar that will try as well. They are known to be notorious around town after all.

"You can actually let your friend help you, you know," he offered, his tone mocking as he laughed at Usopp's direction as he pushed the glass nearer to Nami. "Consider it my handicap."

"Oh good," a lazy voice drawled from behind Nami and she could swear she heard Usopp gave a squeak of excitement.

The next thing she knew, an arm went past her shoulder and made a grab for the U-boot. Nami would bet every money in her person right now that her expression mirrored exactly the one in the troublesome guy's face.

Zoro was standing behind her, downing the drink in one gulp like he was just casually drinking water to quench his thirst. When he was done, he slammed the glass down the table hard enough that it nearly tipped it over.

Nami could feel how close Zoro was, her back was touching the hard surface of what she was sure was his abs. He was leaning over her, still holding the glass mug, that he had practically enclosed her in his person.

Her skin prickled all over.

Her eyes met Usopp's and he looked like he was about to cry from too much relief any moment now.

The she tilted her head to glance at Zoro again.

He was looking at the man with a scary smile on his face and an equally scary look in his eye.

"Let's start with me before you get to her, shall we?" He drawled.

– The End –

R and R please.