Not Like I Care...
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Not Like I Care...
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro sorta
Rating: G
Words: Uh... something like 206-ish.
Notes: Just whipped out at work, not that interesting or spectacular, I just wanted to write sumfin.
When Zoro woke minutes, hours? later, he couldn't remember how many pints he'd drained that night. He only had a vague sense that Nami'd outdrunk him again.
He hadn't slept long enough for the hangover to set in, however, and he rather suspected he was still drunk. And indeed, it was dark in the galley but for a shaft of moonlight that crept across his arms, dimly illuminating the rough wood of the table-top.
The room was quiet and his senses were dulled enough to let him believe he was alone until a glass was quietly placed inches from his folded arms and he lifted his head to see the cook slipping into the bench across from him.
"If you drink a lot of water now, you won't feel like such shit in the morning."
"Who made -you- my doctor?"
A shrug. "Whatever, not like I care."
"Feh." Zoro laid his head back down, closing his eyes and listened to the cook's footsteps fade and the galley door shut behind him.
He stayed like that for a short while, breathing in the scents of booze and wood and his own skin.
When he was sure he was alone again, Zoro lifted his head and reached for the glass.
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro sorta
Rating: G
Words: Uh... something like 206-ish.
Notes: Just whipped out at work, not that interesting or spectacular, I just wanted to write sumfin.
When Zoro woke minutes, hours? later, he couldn't remember how many pints he'd drained that night. He only had a vague sense that Nami'd outdrunk him again.
He hadn't slept long enough for the hangover to set in, however, and he rather suspected he was still drunk. And indeed, it was dark in the galley but for a shaft of moonlight that crept across his arms, dimly illuminating the rough wood of the table-top.
The room was quiet and his senses were dulled enough to let him believe he was alone until a glass was quietly placed inches from his folded arms and he lifted his head to see the cook slipping into the bench across from him.
"If you drink a lot of water now, you won't feel like such shit in the morning."
"Who made -you- my doctor?"
A shrug. "Whatever, not like I care."
"Feh." Zoro laid his head back down, closing his eyes and listened to the cook's footsteps fade and the galley door shut behind him.
He stayed like that for a short while, breathing in the scents of booze and wood and his own skin.
When he was sure he was alone again, Zoro lifted his head and reached for the glass.
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