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onepieceyaoi100Title: Tally
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Word Count: 300
“Barkeep, ‘nother round!”
Shanks grinned sloppily as he sprawled across the table. The man behind the bar nodded. The night was going well; this was the fifth keg tapped since the pirates arrived. Foaming mug in hand, he walked over to the red-haired captain.
“Here ya go.”
Shanks reached for his drink, chugging half. Blearily he eyed the outstretched hand of the bartender.
“Um,” Shanks scanned the tavern, his watery vision settling on the large, black form across the table. “He’ll pay, won’cha Ben?”
A sigh, and a handful of beri were deposited in the barkeep’s palm.
“Hey, how many drinks ya paid for already?”
“Yeah, how come we got us a cap’n who can’t even buy his own drinks?”
Shanks’ hand shot up in a familiar salute.
“Shut it. ‘S only been two or three.”
“I have to differ.” Ben’s voice wasn’t slurred, but there was a noticeable focused quality to his speech. “Not counting tonight, that’s the sixty-seventh this week.”
“You keepin’ track?”
“Indeed. I have in mind several methods of repayment, and it behooves me to know just how much I am due.”
“Izzat so? Whatcha plannin’?”
The smirk on Ben’s face was decidedly wicked. The crew watched avidly - the first mate got interesting ideas when he was drunk.
“First, you can provide some entertainment. Start singing.”
Fortunately, Shanks’ voice improved with intoxication. He also did the hornpipe atop the bar, lost three arm wrestling matches, won two, and ended up sprawled on Ben’s lap wearing just his pants. Broad hands twitched on his thighs. It was time to go. As they left, the captain snagged a bottle.
“And one f’the road. Ben?”
“Yeah, yeah. But ya still owe me.”
Shanks smiled and leaned into the unsteady man at his side.
“Put it on my tab.”
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Word Count: 300
“Barkeep, ‘nother round!”
Shanks grinned sloppily as he sprawled across the table. The man behind the bar nodded. The night was going well; this was the fifth keg tapped since the pirates arrived. Foaming mug in hand, he walked over to the red-haired captain.
“Here ya go.”
Shanks reached for his drink, chugging half. Blearily he eyed the outstretched hand of the bartender.
“Um,” Shanks scanned the tavern, his watery vision settling on the large, black form across the table. “He’ll pay, won’cha Ben?”
A sigh, and a handful of beri were deposited in the barkeep’s palm.
“Hey, how many drinks ya paid for already?”
“Yeah, how come we got us a cap’n who can’t even buy his own drinks?”
Shanks’ hand shot up in a familiar salute.
“Shut it. ‘S only been two or three.”
“I have to differ.” Ben’s voice wasn’t slurred, but there was a noticeable focused quality to his speech. “Not counting tonight, that’s the sixty-seventh this week.”
“You keepin’ track?”
“Indeed. I have in mind several methods of repayment, and it behooves me to know just how much I am due.”
“Izzat so? Whatcha plannin’?”
The smirk on Ben’s face was decidedly wicked. The crew watched avidly - the first mate got interesting ideas when he was drunk.
“First, you can provide some entertainment. Start singing.”
Fortunately, Shanks’ voice improved with intoxication. He also did the hornpipe atop the bar, lost three arm wrestling matches, won two, and ended up sprawled on Ben’s lap wearing just his pants. Broad hands twitched on his thighs. It was time to go. As they left, the captain snagged a bottle.
“And one f’the road. Ben?”
“Yeah, yeah. But ya still owe me.”
Shanks smiled and leaned into the unsteady man at his side.
“Put it on my tab.”
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Date: 2004-11-23 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 05:41 pm (UTC)Plus, this was adorable and funny. I love drunk pirates!
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Date: 2004-11-24 04:16 am (UTC)Luffy: "Bee have hooves?"
Usopp: "Ah, yes! I remember as a mere lad, fighting the famous Hoofed Bees of Makanaka! Big as houses they were..."
Sorry... I just couldn't resist. ^_^
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Date: 2004-11-23 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 04:19 am (UTC)And, "...sprawled on Ben's lap wearing just his pants...".
Would Ben's pants actually fit him?
^_~
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Date: 2004-11-24 06:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 06:50 am (UTC)Ahhhh... Ok, thanks. ^_^
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Date: 2004-11-24 03:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 08:10 pm (UTC)