Delivery Boy 3.2
Chapter Three: Dinner Date
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji, Mihawk, Perona, Zeff, Carne and Patty.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Language, manly love, OOC-ness. Crack in general.
Summary: Zoro is a delivery boy, and Sanji places orders online. When the website goes down Sanji has to place an order in person. Soon after he finds himself visiting the store to place more orders than usual.
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Sanji was almost done cooking, which was concerning. He had called the marimo before he even took out the food to begin cooking. And he still wasn't there yet. He frowned at the thought that he wouldn't show up. Moronic bastard. At that thought, there was heavy knocking on the door. Sanji smirked, setting the stove on low and walking through the living room to go answer. He opened the door, seeing the marimo sigh in relief. "Thank God, if I had to knock on another stranger's door I would have given up and gone home."
"Did you get lost?" Sanji asked, really surprised.
"Momentarily disoriented," Zoro said, almost scoffing at him, "there's a difference."
"You got lost. I thought you lived close by."
"I do, but the streets are always confusing."
"Confusing my ass moss ball."
He saw that the marimo was holding a bottle of wine. When Zoro saw him looking at it he shoved it in Sanji's face. "Here."
Sanji blinked, taking it from him. He examined the bottle. "Merlot." He looked at Zoro. "This is nice. Thanks."
Zoro shrugged. "Don't thank me, the creepy old man gave it to me."
Sanji snorted. "Figures." He headed to the kitchen, "Come in. Make yourself comfortable seaweed monster."
"Gee thanks."
He stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room for a moment after he closed the door after himself. He didn't know if he should sit at the kitchen table or take a seat on the couch. He hated being at his place, he barely knew the man. He should have gone to the restaurant, there they told him where to take a seat. He grumbled, then took a seat on the couch. "So what are you cooking anyways?" he called.
"Doesn't matter. You're gonna eat it and you're gonna like it."
Zoro rolled his eyes.
As it turned out, dinner was good and he did like it. But he didn't want to admit it. Ever. It would just go to the curly brow's bubbly head anyway and make him unbearable. He had made a seafood soup, the broth had a weird orange color to it but it tasted good. He didn't know what half the stuff was that he ate, but he enjoyed it.
Sanji was sitting in front of him, chewing his food with a contemplative look on his face, like he was thinking something over. He must he criticizing his own food and judging it, trying to figure out its pros and cons.
Zoro ignored him, or rather, his attention was momentarily gone when he hear a loud noise upstairs, followed by the sound of running water. He turned his head up. "What's that noise?"
"Oh," Sanji said, a look of annoyance on his features as he looked up too. "Just ignore them. Upstairs neighbors."
"I figured it was them, what the fuck are they doing?"
Sanji sighed. "Knowing them they're either washing the dishes or taking a shower," he bit his lower lip, still looking up. "It's fucking water world up there, they got the water running half the time."
Zoro snorted, going back to his meal. "That's life. Get over it."
Sanji stared at him, a comical smirk on his face. "The amount of apathy you have for others is truly inspiring sir."
Zoro didn't answer, shovelling food into his mouth and savoring the food, chewing a little slower than usual. He didn't have meals like this, Mihawk was a good cook and all, but this was better. He felt an eye looking at him, and sure enough when he looked up Sanji was studying him.
"So," Sanji leaned over the table with a shit-eating smirk on his face. "What do you think?"
Zoro swirled the wine in his glass before drinking some. "It's alright."
Sanji's asked in a monotone, "Alright?"
He shrugged. "I've had better."
"My ass you have."
He had given him a fish, with some side dishes, too decorated to know exactly what it was. Zoro grinned, setting his fork down on his now empty plate. Seeing no point in lying any further he asked. "What was it exactly?"
Sanji grinned down at him as he stood, picking up their plates. "Poison. The world will finally be rid of you."
"Trying to kill me shit cook?"
"Not trying. The poison will take effect in," he paused, raising his arm to his range of vision and making a show of looking at his watch. "About an hour. I put enough poison to kill gorilla. That should do for you I think."
"Ahh," he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Don't come to my funeral then. I don't want you there."
"Are you kidding? I'll be the one dancing there."
"No respect for the dead."
"The world will be a better place I'm sure."
"Not really, you'll still be here."
Sanji ignored him. "The women would cheer over your death, then they'll all come flocking to me."
"So you admit it's only if I'm out of the way that you'll have a chance with women."
"Perona's with you out of pity I'm sure." Sanji nodded. "Yes, your death is the answer to all my problems. All the ladies will be mine."
Zoro rolled his eyes. "Unless every man in the entire universe died, that will never happen."
"Like I said before, it's pity on physically repulsive bastards like you."
"If that were true you would have a woman by now."
Sanji glared. "Asshole."
After he finished washing the dishes, making Zoro help him dry them he went to his cabinet and opened it. "Hey you alcoholic bastard, I got some Jack, you want that?"
Zoro grinned. "Yeah I'll take the Jack."
Sanji rolled his eyes, taking out a glass and getting ice cubes to serve him with. He handed it to Zoro. "You didn't seem to enjoy the wine too much."
Zoro shrugged. "It was alright I guess."
Sanji chuckled, taking the rest of the wine with him to the living room and sat on the couch as he served himself some more. Zoro went over and took a seat next to him, downing half the Jack. Sanji eyed him. "Bloody hell. Just take the entire bottle," he waved his hand dismissingly, "You'll finish it all anyways."
"You sure?" Zoro asked, "Don't wanna take all your good drinks."
Sanji shrugged, slipping on some wine. "One glass is not enough for an alcoholic bastard like you anyways, just get the rest from the cabinet."
Zoro stood, going over to the cabinet and opening it, spying a shit load of bottles. His face lit up. "Holy hell cook. You got good shit in here." He touched some of the bottles, noticing he had two more bottles of Jack Daniel's in there. "Patron, 151, Absolut."
Sanji scoffed. "I keep that for when my alcoholics buddies like you come over." He lifted a brow. "Ok, stop looking at my booze cabinet like it's a shrine, you're creeping me out."
Zoro frowned, tentatively moving away from the cabinet after taking the bottle of Jack with him and returned to his spot next to Sanji. "Well, thanks," he said, chugging down the rest of the glass and serving himself more Jack. He saw Sanji looking at him/ "What dart brow?"
Sanji shook his head, "I just can't believe you can down it that fast and not get, I don't know, an Asian glow or slur or something."
Zoro smirked, sipping on the Jack, the ice cubes touching his lips. "Not good with alcohol I take it?"
Sanji gave him a look. "I can handle it just fine. I'm just not a monster like you."
"Don't forget Nami-swan," he teased.
"Nami still maintains a lady like manner when drinking, you however, never had class, thus, monster."
Zoro snorted, downing more of the drink, sighing happily when he was done. Sanji leaned back on his couch and flipped on the T.V. Zoro, still holding his drink in hand, leaning back against the couch too, relaxing as Sanji went through the channels, his lip twitching when he saw something he didn't care for before settling on Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
Zoro grinned. "No way! I used to watch this as a kid! They always played it on T.V."
"Cable?" Sanji asked, looking at him from the rim of his glass.
"Fuck cable," Zoro scoffed. "Basic channels are the way to go."
Sanji snorted. "I'm sure."
Zoro smirked. "You had cable I'm guessing."
"I had a fulfilled childhood, thank you very much." He turned towards the T.V. and saw that the movie was just starting. "So we watching this then?"
Zoro shrugged, swirling his cup absentmindedly, making the ice cubes clink against the glass.
There was silence was the movie played when Zoro turned his head towards Sanji, "I bet I know more lines than you."
Sanji snorted, pretending to find the marimo humorous. "Your green head wishes."
Zoro turned to face the T.V. and started to quote the lines, "The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands. It's a good non-specific symptom; I'm a big believer in it. A lot of people will tell you that a good phony fever is a dead lock, but you get a nervous mother, you could wind up in a doctor's office. That's worse than school. You fake a stomach cramp, and when you're bent over, moaning and wailing, you lick your palms. It's a little childish and stupid, but then, so is high school."
He said it all, not messing up, never taking his eyes off the screen.
"That's creepy dude," Sanji muttered, staring at Zoro like he had showed him a dead baby.
"Whatever, your turn."
"Ok, but first, what are the stakes?" he was in a challenging mood.
Zoro seemed to think about it for a moment, then said. "Whoever messes up takes a drink."
"Drunkard."
They started their competition, seemingly the only way they knew how to pass the time and were both laughing when it was Sanji's turn. He cleared his throat and began with his next set of lines assigned to him. "A family member dies, and you insult me! What the hell's the matter with you?"
"You forgot to say 'anyways' at the end," Zoro said, grinning, slyly passing a shot of 151 closer to Sanji across the coffee table. They had decided they might as well bring out Sanji's drinks and chug it during their game. Zoro of course was more than thrilled over the idea.
"Shit." Sanji said, taking down another shot. He turned his attention back to the T.V. "I'm very sorry Mr. Peterson."
"Call me sir goddamn it," Zoro said, grinning.
Sanji burst into laughter after that. They took down more and more drinks as the movie went on, and Sanji was very tipsy, which made him slur and mess up some of his lines. Zoro on the other hand seemed as sober as when he first walked in the apartment. That motherfucker.
Zoro nudged his side, startling Sanji a bit. They had eventually eased off the couch and sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, their backs resting on the couch. "This is your line."
"Ferris Bueller, you're my hero." Sanji said, making a face while looking at Zoro.
They kept laughing and drinking until the movie ended, the song Oh Yeah playing as the end credits showed. Sanji looked at the glasses on the table, the empty bottles that they had managed to take down during the two-hour movie, then at Zoro, who only grinned. Sanji sighed, letting himself slide completely to the floor, where he laid there. "I'll pick up tomorrow. I'm drunk."
Zoro chuckled; sliding down was well until he was on the floor next to Sanji. They must have seemed like two drunkards with the empty bottles on the coffee table, their breath heavily stained with alcohol. Their feet were under the coffee table. Sanji lifted one leg up and toed one of the legs, moving it away from them, not wanting to be any closer to the bottles than he needed to.
They were quiet for a long time, staring at his ceiling fan like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. After a few minutes of hearing oh yeah over and over again Sanji got the remote that was thankfully close to him and turned off the T.V. making his apartment more quiet.
Sanji closed his eyes, thinking about how quiet the marimo was. It was nice to have that stupid competition with him, even though it ended with him getting drunk. He heard Zoro laugh a lot of times during the course of the night, and he wanted to think it was because he was having a good time, and not, per say, because of a generous amount of booze.
He was pretty close to falling asleep, and since the marimo wasn't making much noise, figured he was asleep too when there was a loud noise from upstairs. They heard heavy footsteps and heard what that sounded like something heavy was being dragged across the floor.
"What the fuck?" he heard Zoro ask. He cracked open an eyes and turned his head to see Zoro's baffled expression staring at the ceiling above. "The hell are they doing up there?"
Sanji sighed. "It's like this every night." He brought a hand to his face, rubbing his closed eye. "Furniture orgies I tell you."
Zoro chuckled, his chest heaving up and down as he breathed in and laughed softly. Sanji found himself smiling too at his own joke, corny as that may be. He had always wanted to say that joke out loud.
Zoro smirked, turning his head to look at Sanji. "So where is your crap restaurant?"
"Ha! I knew it. You loved my food."
"Not really, I just want to drop off Luffy one day. Have fun feeding the kid."
"You're going straight to hell."
"See you there buddy."
"It's on Main and 4th. I don't know how you can miss a giant fish shaped restaurant."
"Ahh. You're the fish place."
He snorted. "Yes I'm the fish place."
"I've seen it before," he mumbled, "Just never knew the name. Or of the evil demon that lurks in there."
"Now you know. Doesn't it feel nice to be informed?"
"Yeah, now I know to say the hell away from Main and 4th."
"Whatever, you'll get lost and end up there anyways."
"Shut up dart brow."
"I will when I feel like it ass wipe." He looked at Zoro. "So you gonna stop by the Baratie or what?"
"Nope."
"The fuck, then why'd you ask where it was?"
"Dropping Luffy off, I told you. I can't afford to keep feeding him when his dad leaves him in my care for the day."
"There's a special little place in hell for you I'm sure."
"Talking to yourself cook?"
"You're hilarious."
The sound of running water sounded again, this time getting louder than before. They heard more noises coming from upstairs too, making them both stare angrily at the ceiling. It was enough to drive any man insane. Zoro grimaced at the sound. "I'm waiting for Kevin Costner to come crashing through the ceiling."
Sanji smiled, imaging that would happen one day. His head felt heavy lying on his carpeted living room floor. "That would be the most exciting thing to happen all night."
He heard a short chuckle beside him, a brief show of amusement. "Glad you enjoyed my company."
"Who's nuts enough to enjoy your company?"
Zoro only grunted in response.
The water turned off again, the apartment having an obviously less amount of noise. The room settled back into a comfortable silence between the two. Sanji was starting to feel the alcohol in his system with more intensity and he wanted nothing more than to take a nap.
Zoro shook his head. "You must hate living here."
"I live alone right below water world marimo. Figure it out."
"Could be worst. You could live with a freaky old man and an annoying Gothic chick."
"I guess," Sanji smiled. "But no. There's a lady there, I'm sure I would be happy."
"More balls than brains."
"Asshole." He sighed, closing his heavy eyelids. "I'm tired. And really drunk."
Zoro groaned. "I should get going." He made no attempt to move. "Thanks for dinner."
"Uh-huh."
They both didn't move from where they were.
"Hey shit head. Get going already."
"Give me a minute." He groaned and he lifted himself up, standing, he flattened his shirt, taking away wrinkles. He looked down at Sanji, seeing he was quite possibly half way to sleep. He snored. "Bye shit cook."
He headed towards the door, opening it and about to leave when he heard Sanji speak.
"Hey."
Zoro turned around, his hand still touching the door know and saw Sanji still lying on the floor. He smiled a little to himself, he could deny it all he wanted but he was terrible with alcohol. His cheeks were rosy and he knew the blond would wake up hung over the next day. "What?"
"Let's do this again some time," he said.
"What? Drink you under the table?"
He heard him snort, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That too."
Zoro chuckled, shaking his head a little. "Sure thing love cook." He walked through the door and shut it after him.
Sanji lay there on the floor, drumming his fingers on his chest, staring at the ceiling.
He watched the ceiling fan move its blades in that same circular pattern, watching it slice the air, feeling it move the hair from his face. His back was beginning to ache a little, but he continued to lay there unmoving, not even aware of his fingers still drumming on his chest.
He heard the upstairs neighbors turning on the water again and the stomping was getting to the point where he felt they would crash through his ceiling at any moment.
Sanji didn't mind though, he just laid there, grinning to himself.
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My bro and I just moved into a new apartment. We don't have furniture yet so we've been sleeping on the floor like a couple of drunks. I don't know when I'll be able to update because I'll be busy settling in, stealing furniture, juggling school and work. Just a head's up for you beautiful people. And for the ugly people too of course.
Chapter 4
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji, Mihawk, Perona, Zeff, Carne and Patty.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Language, manly love, OOC-ness. Crack in general.
Summary: Zoro is a delivery boy, and Sanji places orders online. When the website goes down Sanji has to place an order in person. Soon after he finds himself visiting the store to place more orders than usual.
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Sanji was almost done cooking, which was concerning. He had called the marimo before he even took out the food to begin cooking. And he still wasn't there yet. He frowned at the thought that he wouldn't show up. Moronic bastard. At that thought, there was heavy knocking on the door. Sanji smirked, setting the stove on low and walking through the living room to go answer. He opened the door, seeing the marimo sigh in relief. "Thank God, if I had to knock on another stranger's door I would have given up and gone home."
"Did you get lost?" Sanji asked, really surprised.
"Momentarily disoriented," Zoro said, almost scoffing at him, "there's a difference."
"You got lost. I thought you lived close by."
"I do, but the streets are always confusing."
"Confusing my ass moss ball."
He saw that the marimo was holding a bottle of wine. When Zoro saw him looking at it he shoved it in Sanji's face. "Here."
Sanji blinked, taking it from him. He examined the bottle. "Merlot." He looked at Zoro. "This is nice. Thanks."
Zoro shrugged. "Don't thank me, the creepy old man gave it to me."
Sanji snorted. "Figures." He headed to the kitchen, "Come in. Make yourself comfortable seaweed monster."
"Gee thanks."
He stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room for a moment after he closed the door after himself. He didn't know if he should sit at the kitchen table or take a seat on the couch. He hated being at his place, he barely knew the man. He should have gone to the restaurant, there they told him where to take a seat. He grumbled, then took a seat on the couch. "So what are you cooking anyways?" he called.
"Doesn't matter. You're gonna eat it and you're gonna like it."
Zoro rolled his eyes.
As it turned out, dinner was good and he did like it. But he didn't want to admit it. Ever. It would just go to the curly brow's bubbly head anyway and make him unbearable. He had made a seafood soup, the broth had a weird orange color to it but it tasted good. He didn't know what half the stuff was that he ate, but he enjoyed it.
Sanji was sitting in front of him, chewing his food with a contemplative look on his face, like he was thinking something over. He must he criticizing his own food and judging it, trying to figure out its pros and cons.
Zoro ignored him, or rather, his attention was momentarily gone when he hear a loud noise upstairs, followed by the sound of running water. He turned his head up. "What's that noise?"
"Oh," Sanji said, a look of annoyance on his features as he looked up too. "Just ignore them. Upstairs neighbors."
"I figured it was them, what the fuck are they doing?"
Sanji sighed. "Knowing them they're either washing the dishes or taking a shower," he bit his lower lip, still looking up. "It's fucking water world up there, they got the water running half the time."
Zoro snorted, going back to his meal. "That's life. Get over it."
Sanji stared at him, a comical smirk on his face. "The amount of apathy you have for others is truly inspiring sir."
Zoro didn't answer, shovelling food into his mouth and savoring the food, chewing a little slower than usual. He didn't have meals like this, Mihawk was a good cook and all, but this was better. He felt an eye looking at him, and sure enough when he looked up Sanji was studying him.
"So," Sanji leaned over the table with a shit-eating smirk on his face. "What do you think?"
Zoro swirled the wine in his glass before drinking some. "It's alright."
Sanji's asked in a monotone, "Alright?"
He shrugged. "I've had better."
"My ass you have."
He had given him a fish, with some side dishes, too decorated to know exactly what it was. Zoro grinned, setting his fork down on his now empty plate. Seeing no point in lying any further he asked. "What was it exactly?"
Sanji grinned down at him as he stood, picking up their plates. "Poison. The world will finally be rid of you."
"Trying to kill me shit cook?"
"Not trying. The poison will take effect in," he paused, raising his arm to his range of vision and making a show of looking at his watch. "About an hour. I put enough poison to kill gorilla. That should do for you I think."
"Ahh," he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Don't come to my funeral then. I don't want you there."
"Are you kidding? I'll be the one dancing there."
"No respect for the dead."
"The world will be a better place I'm sure."
"Not really, you'll still be here."
Sanji ignored him. "The women would cheer over your death, then they'll all come flocking to me."
"So you admit it's only if I'm out of the way that you'll have a chance with women."
"Perona's with you out of pity I'm sure." Sanji nodded. "Yes, your death is the answer to all my problems. All the ladies will be mine."
Zoro rolled his eyes. "Unless every man in the entire universe died, that will never happen."
"Like I said before, it's pity on physically repulsive bastards like you."
"If that were true you would have a woman by now."
Sanji glared. "Asshole."
After he finished washing the dishes, making Zoro help him dry them he went to his cabinet and opened it. "Hey you alcoholic bastard, I got some Jack, you want that?"
Zoro grinned. "Yeah I'll take the Jack."
Sanji rolled his eyes, taking out a glass and getting ice cubes to serve him with. He handed it to Zoro. "You didn't seem to enjoy the wine too much."
Zoro shrugged. "It was alright I guess."
Sanji chuckled, taking the rest of the wine with him to the living room and sat on the couch as he served himself some more. Zoro went over and took a seat next to him, downing half the Jack. Sanji eyed him. "Bloody hell. Just take the entire bottle," he waved his hand dismissingly, "You'll finish it all anyways."
"You sure?" Zoro asked, "Don't wanna take all your good drinks."
Sanji shrugged, slipping on some wine. "One glass is not enough for an alcoholic bastard like you anyways, just get the rest from the cabinet."
Zoro stood, going over to the cabinet and opening it, spying a shit load of bottles. His face lit up. "Holy hell cook. You got good shit in here." He touched some of the bottles, noticing he had two more bottles of Jack Daniel's in there. "Patron, 151, Absolut."
Sanji scoffed. "I keep that for when my alcoholics buddies like you come over." He lifted a brow. "Ok, stop looking at my booze cabinet like it's a shrine, you're creeping me out."
Zoro frowned, tentatively moving away from the cabinet after taking the bottle of Jack with him and returned to his spot next to Sanji. "Well, thanks," he said, chugging down the rest of the glass and serving himself more Jack. He saw Sanji looking at him/ "What dart brow?"
Sanji shook his head, "I just can't believe you can down it that fast and not get, I don't know, an Asian glow or slur or something."
Zoro smirked, sipping on the Jack, the ice cubes touching his lips. "Not good with alcohol I take it?"
Sanji gave him a look. "I can handle it just fine. I'm just not a monster like you."
"Don't forget Nami-swan," he teased.
"Nami still maintains a lady like manner when drinking, you however, never had class, thus, monster."
Zoro snorted, downing more of the drink, sighing happily when he was done. Sanji leaned back on his couch and flipped on the T.V. Zoro, still holding his drink in hand, leaning back against the couch too, relaxing as Sanji went through the channels, his lip twitching when he saw something he didn't care for before settling on Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
Zoro grinned. "No way! I used to watch this as a kid! They always played it on T.V."
"Cable?" Sanji asked, looking at him from the rim of his glass.
"Fuck cable," Zoro scoffed. "Basic channels are the way to go."
Sanji snorted. "I'm sure."
Zoro smirked. "You had cable I'm guessing."
"I had a fulfilled childhood, thank you very much." He turned towards the T.V. and saw that the movie was just starting. "So we watching this then?"
Zoro shrugged, swirling his cup absentmindedly, making the ice cubes clink against the glass.
There was silence was the movie played when Zoro turned his head towards Sanji, "I bet I know more lines than you."
Sanji snorted, pretending to find the marimo humorous. "Your green head wishes."
Zoro turned to face the T.V. and started to quote the lines, "The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands. It's a good non-specific symptom; I'm a big believer in it. A lot of people will tell you that a good phony fever is a dead lock, but you get a nervous mother, you could wind up in a doctor's office. That's worse than school. You fake a stomach cramp, and when you're bent over, moaning and wailing, you lick your palms. It's a little childish and stupid, but then, so is high school."
He said it all, not messing up, never taking his eyes off the screen.
"That's creepy dude," Sanji muttered, staring at Zoro like he had showed him a dead baby.
"Whatever, your turn."
"Ok, but first, what are the stakes?" he was in a challenging mood.
Zoro seemed to think about it for a moment, then said. "Whoever messes up takes a drink."
"Drunkard."
They started their competition, seemingly the only way they knew how to pass the time and were both laughing when it was Sanji's turn. He cleared his throat and began with his next set of lines assigned to him. "A family member dies, and you insult me! What the hell's the matter with you?"
"You forgot to say 'anyways' at the end," Zoro said, grinning, slyly passing a shot of 151 closer to Sanji across the coffee table. They had decided they might as well bring out Sanji's drinks and chug it during their game. Zoro of course was more than thrilled over the idea.
"Shit." Sanji said, taking down another shot. He turned his attention back to the T.V. "I'm very sorry Mr. Peterson."
"Call me sir goddamn it," Zoro said, grinning.
Sanji burst into laughter after that. They took down more and more drinks as the movie went on, and Sanji was very tipsy, which made him slur and mess up some of his lines. Zoro on the other hand seemed as sober as when he first walked in the apartment. That motherfucker.
Zoro nudged his side, startling Sanji a bit. They had eventually eased off the couch and sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, their backs resting on the couch. "This is your line."
"Ferris Bueller, you're my hero." Sanji said, making a face while looking at Zoro.
They kept laughing and drinking until the movie ended, the song Oh Yeah playing as the end credits showed. Sanji looked at the glasses on the table, the empty bottles that they had managed to take down during the two-hour movie, then at Zoro, who only grinned. Sanji sighed, letting himself slide completely to the floor, where he laid there. "I'll pick up tomorrow. I'm drunk."
Zoro chuckled; sliding down was well until he was on the floor next to Sanji. They must have seemed like two drunkards with the empty bottles on the coffee table, their breath heavily stained with alcohol. Their feet were under the coffee table. Sanji lifted one leg up and toed one of the legs, moving it away from them, not wanting to be any closer to the bottles than he needed to.
They were quiet for a long time, staring at his ceiling fan like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. After a few minutes of hearing oh yeah over and over again Sanji got the remote that was thankfully close to him and turned off the T.V. making his apartment more quiet.
Sanji closed his eyes, thinking about how quiet the marimo was. It was nice to have that stupid competition with him, even though it ended with him getting drunk. He heard Zoro laugh a lot of times during the course of the night, and he wanted to think it was because he was having a good time, and not, per say, because of a generous amount of booze.
He was pretty close to falling asleep, and since the marimo wasn't making much noise, figured he was asleep too when there was a loud noise from upstairs. They heard heavy footsteps and heard what that sounded like something heavy was being dragged across the floor.
"What the fuck?" he heard Zoro ask. He cracked open an eyes and turned his head to see Zoro's baffled expression staring at the ceiling above. "The hell are they doing up there?"
Sanji sighed. "It's like this every night." He brought a hand to his face, rubbing his closed eye. "Furniture orgies I tell you."
Zoro chuckled, his chest heaving up and down as he breathed in and laughed softly. Sanji found himself smiling too at his own joke, corny as that may be. He had always wanted to say that joke out loud.
Zoro smirked, turning his head to look at Sanji. "So where is your crap restaurant?"
"Ha! I knew it. You loved my food."
"Not really, I just want to drop off Luffy one day. Have fun feeding the kid."
"You're going straight to hell."
"See you there buddy."
"It's on Main and 4th. I don't know how you can miss a giant fish shaped restaurant."
"Ahh. You're the fish place."
He snorted. "Yes I'm the fish place."
"I've seen it before," he mumbled, "Just never knew the name. Or of the evil demon that lurks in there."
"Now you know. Doesn't it feel nice to be informed?"
"Yeah, now I know to say the hell away from Main and 4th."
"Whatever, you'll get lost and end up there anyways."
"Shut up dart brow."
"I will when I feel like it ass wipe." He looked at Zoro. "So you gonna stop by the Baratie or what?"
"Nope."
"The fuck, then why'd you ask where it was?"
"Dropping Luffy off, I told you. I can't afford to keep feeding him when his dad leaves him in my care for the day."
"There's a special little place in hell for you I'm sure."
"Talking to yourself cook?"
"You're hilarious."
The sound of running water sounded again, this time getting louder than before. They heard more noises coming from upstairs too, making them both stare angrily at the ceiling. It was enough to drive any man insane. Zoro grimaced at the sound. "I'm waiting for Kevin Costner to come crashing through the ceiling."
Sanji smiled, imaging that would happen one day. His head felt heavy lying on his carpeted living room floor. "That would be the most exciting thing to happen all night."
He heard a short chuckle beside him, a brief show of amusement. "Glad you enjoyed my company."
"Who's nuts enough to enjoy your company?"
Zoro only grunted in response.
The water turned off again, the apartment having an obviously less amount of noise. The room settled back into a comfortable silence between the two. Sanji was starting to feel the alcohol in his system with more intensity and he wanted nothing more than to take a nap.
Zoro shook his head. "You must hate living here."
"I live alone right below water world marimo. Figure it out."
"Could be worst. You could live with a freaky old man and an annoying Gothic chick."
"I guess," Sanji smiled. "But no. There's a lady there, I'm sure I would be happy."
"More balls than brains."
"Asshole." He sighed, closing his heavy eyelids. "I'm tired. And really drunk."
Zoro groaned. "I should get going." He made no attempt to move. "Thanks for dinner."
"Uh-huh."
They both didn't move from where they were.
"Hey shit head. Get going already."
"Give me a minute." He groaned and he lifted himself up, standing, he flattened his shirt, taking away wrinkles. He looked down at Sanji, seeing he was quite possibly half way to sleep. He snored. "Bye shit cook."
He headed towards the door, opening it and about to leave when he heard Sanji speak.
"Hey."
Zoro turned around, his hand still touching the door know and saw Sanji still lying on the floor. He smiled a little to himself, he could deny it all he wanted but he was terrible with alcohol. His cheeks were rosy and he knew the blond would wake up hung over the next day. "What?"
"Let's do this again some time," he said.
"What? Drink you under the table?"
He heard him snort, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That too."
Zoro chuckled, shaking his head a little. "Sure thing love cook." He walked through the door and shut it after him.
Sanji lay there on the floor, drumming his fingers on his chest, staring at the ceiling.
He watched the ceiling fan move its blades in that same circular pattern, watching it slice the air, feeling it move the hair from his face. His back was beginning to ache a little, but he continued to lay there unmoving, not even aware of his fingers still drumming on his chest.
He heard the upstairs neighbors turning on the water again and the stomping was getting to the point where he felt they would crash through his ceiling at any moment.
Sanji didn't mind though, he just laid there, grinning to himself.
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My bro and I just moved into a new apartment. We don't have furniture yet so we've been sleeping on the floor like a couple of drunks. I don't know when I'll be able to update because I'll be busy settling in, stealing furniture, juggling school and work. Just a head's up for you beautiful people. And for the ugly people too of course.
Chapter 4