high_seas | A Water Park with Hammers

[Now there's a look he can't easily ignore. Instead, Sanji catches Zoro's eye and guess who's blushing now? Heh...what, he can think these things. >.> He looks a little sheepish, trying to hide it behind his glass as he takes another sip of rum.]

...You gotta be the worst person on the planet to be talkin' about being embarrassed to be naked. And you're tellin' the other worst person. Do either of you two give a shit about that kinda thing?

[He sets his glass down and stubs out the remains of his cigarette, before grinning at Luffy.]

Mah, Luffy, it'll happen for you eventually. I promise. Does feel good, though. [Lifts his hands, flexing his fingers some and letting his grin widen.] Wanna see?

I don't wanna be naked when it's cold outside! That would really bother me. [he just kind of smiles at Zoro, feeling warm about it though that might be the beer.] You found someone really special, huh? Except I did! Shishishi You're welcome!

[the bartender looks aghast at their finishing...but a prize is a prize so he brings out enough dubloons to buy a drink or two more for each of them and then goes into the back room for whatever the big prize is.

For Luffy's part he grins at Sanji's confidence then startles]

Yeah!

[but then glances back at Zoro.]

It's okay, right?

[cuz these things are tricky]

[SHIT YEAH MONEY

I mean.

He's busy for a moment collecting the doubloons and ordering water and rum, but sits back in time to be asked that crucial question.]

Mm. I guess so. I'm sitting right here so it's not like it's a secret.

[not surprised that the cook gets extra-handsy when he's drunk, though. It's kind of cute, and Zoro's relaxed enough, he doesn't mind.]

[He was actually kidding, but hell, Luffy's hair ain't that different from Law's. Just as...uh. Diggable.

Is that a word?

No.

Fuck it.

Diggable hair is shitty good hair.

So he shrugs and hops up off his stool, stepping right in between Luffy's legs since he's conveniently sitting on the bar and all.

(And then takes a second to be glad that the bartender is in the back for the moment.)

Sanji brings his hands up again, wasting no time as he threads them back into Luffy's hair. He grips it a little, tipping Luffy's head back and pressing against the bar so that there isn't much distance between them.]

See, and then I'd kiss the shit outta you. [He's maybe a little closer than necessary actually, breath ghosting across Luffy's mouth when he speaks.] Except you were an asshole and said I was bad at it.

[That random detail pops into his head. One he'd forgotten about until just now. Tch.

His hold on Luffy's hair loosens so that he can comb his hands through it again, more gently this time, and he turns his head to grin over at Zoro.]

That guy doesn't think so.

[woah.

What is going on?

It's close. Really close. Really very close.

And Sanji's hands feel really very good and make his scalp tighten but it's the close stuff that makes him want to lean back and lean forward at the same time except leaning back would be better because his face is so hot it feels like gear second is going through his blood especially when Sanji says something like that and he swallows hard especially since it's so close.

Smoker was bad at it, too. But... then things changed... But then he didn't really want it after all and Sanji...

Is just showing him and he knows it.

And that cools him somehow and he relaxes with his hands behind him, smiling a little as he absently thumps his heels against the lower half of the bar.

Maybe people just like to show things sometimes when they've had to drink a lot or flower farts on them or eat weird candy. They're different then and that's why they don't wanna do it later because maybe it changes something.]

That's cuz you've had more practice with Zoro. But you guys have to keep getting stronger at it so you'll be the best.

[the best at kissing each other? Well why not. This kind of thing felt really good so they should have as much fun as they could. He nudges Zoro's shin with his foot just for it to be there and squinches his toes a bit against Zoro's pantleg.]

But I bet Law would just get mad at me if I tried that. He's even grumpier than you guys are.

[just kind of watching from over the rim of his glass because hnnnnngh goddammit cook you come over here and give me some of that right now.

On the inside.

He meets Sanji's grin with a knowing little smirk of his own.]

Yeah, we practice a lot. Over and over until we get it right. [snerk] I got no complaints.

...and for the record, I ain't grumpy. Not like Law.

Practice makes perfect and all that shit.

[Speaks in a singsong sort of tone.

He leans up against the bar -- or tries to, but he forgot he was between Luffy's legs, which means Luffy's body is sort of in the way of where Sanji wants to brace an arm. Instead, his hand winds up on Luffy's chest for a beat before he remembers their positions, and then he shifts it back up so he can lazily drape his arm over Luffy's shoulder. If he absently starts brushing his fingers through the hair at the nape of Luffy's neck, well...sorry, captain.

His other hand reaches behind Luffy to find his drink (which got refilled at some point, nice), and then he angles himself in Zoro's direction as he sips at it, his hip resting against the bar.]

Law's his own special brand of grumpy. I don't think that idiot had any fuckin' clue just what the hell he was gettin' himself into when he joined up with us. But long as he takes that shitty hat off sometimes and doesn't whine when I serve bread, he can hang around however the hell long he wants.

[Sanji don't mind. ...But the hat thing is important. Because floofy hair.]

[the hand on his chest is surprising but it doesn't affect him one way or another. He tips his head back at the fingers at the back of his neck. That feels really good, too. He raises a hand, half wondering if he can pat Sanji's hair but then decides against it because somehow he feels it wouldn't be a good thing if he did it. This stuff is pretty confusing]

He wanted to be allies, though, right? And I like him. [and that was all that mattered] Well if Law doesn't like bread I'll eat it if there's meat in it. But I wanna floof his hair first. You get Zoro's. [stingy]

Headbutting is good, too. Have you guys tried that?

[eyeing Sanji a little more closely now, because them are some boundaries being pushed right there. Granted, they did just sort of go over this yesterday, at the bath house. He would remember yesterday better if he hadn't just had three enormous mugs of beer. But then Luffy's remark makes him burst out laughing.]

Right, right, that. No, Luffy, can't say as we have. That doesn't hurt you because you're rubber, y'know.

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[Sort of catches that, but is also sort of drunk now as he continues to drain his glass. Thank fuck he only had one of those giant shitty mugs instead of three... In any case, his hand does still on Luffy's neck as he blinks at Zoro, but then the man starts laughing at something or other and he has to rewind the conversation to figure out what he missed.]

Oi, I wanna floof it second then!

[Wait, no, not that. He squints at Luffy.]

The fuck is headbutting?

[Aside from the obvious. It seems...vaguely familiar. Some kinda Luffy-ism...?]

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Okay you can floof it second.

[he finishes his glass... well someone's glass. It's a smaller glass so probably not his glass but who cares if it's tasty, and glances at Sanji]

It's giving head. You know. Like this! [and he grabs Zoro's face in both hands and demonstrates with affection]

[OW SHIT.

Well at least it only spills what's left of his glass of water. Don't care, means he can move on to rum instead. Zoro sits back, rubbing his forehead.]

Dammit Luffy, what did I just say?

[Chokes on his rum and then bursts out laughing, though he's quick to set his glass down and sway forward toward Zoro where he slaps his hands to the man's cheeks so he can lift his face and inspect him for any permanent damage.]

That ain't givin' head, you idiot, you're way off.

[Really not even paying attention to his own words, oops, too busy still chuckling down at Zoro and trying to sooth his scowl away by pressing a palm to his forehead.]

Shit, Luffy, you know this dumbass can't spare the shitty brain cells. Gotta be careful when you're knockin' his stupid face around.

That's what the candy said. [huffs. So that's what he's going to do. Though he guesses he can't really do that either now. Or maybe he can but softer. He rests his ankle on his knee and his chin on his hands, watching them]

I like that better. [he doesn't get to see it much so it's nice when he does. The bartender comes back out putting a large pillow in front of Zoro, mumbling about his prize. Luffy nearly falls off the bar as he looks at it because there's less pillow and more two mounds of giant squishy boobs. It's the dumbest thing Luffy has ever seen.]

[still a little sore, but the attention from Sanji does go a long way toward soothing his irritation. He's fine, really, and perks up as the bartender returns to them....

...only to find himself staring, aghast, at the prize.]

What. The hell.

Like what better?

[What? Wait, what's happening, what's with that look all of a sudden?

Sanji blinks and turns around -- only to crack up laughing all over again.]

H-Holy shit.

[Reaches out to grab them! And yes, he gets a somewhat dopey look on his face, but the alcohol and knowledge that these aren't actually real keep him from getting too carried away.

...Though he does squeeze the boob pillows to his chest as he gives Zoro a stupid grin.]

Can I have 'em? They'll make the shitty hammock more comfortable!

[that makes him laugh even harder and he's holding his gut and banging his foot against the bar]

S-SANJI'S FINALLY GOT HIS B-BOOBS! HAHAHAHAHA

[Zoro has had enough of you two. The shit-eating grin on Sanji's face and Luffy's laughter just make him deadpan harder.

On the one hand, he knows the answer is yes for the love of god, cook, take them, but then he thinks about it a second more and realizes that thing. Those things. Would be in his bed.

Cue pointing.]

If you take those to bed with you, you'll be sleeping alone with 'em.

[rounds on the bartender] Oi! What kinda prize you got if you don't like boobs?

[SUDDENLY EVERY EYE IN THE BAR IS ON HIM. Them. Shocked. Like, how could you not like them?? shocked.]

[the bartender gives him a seedy eye and then goes in and comes back with something...definitely not a boob.

In fact Luffy's pretty sure you've got one.

But that just makes him laugh harder. So much so that he can't breathe.

brb. Dying]

[Sanji lets out a loud snort at all the aghast stares, starting to snicker all over again, but then the bartender brings something else out and -- pffffft bahahahahahaha!!

He finds himself doubled over, wheezing and having to hang on to the bar to keep from falling right on his face from laughing too hard.

And he's still got his lovely~ pillow squashed against his chest, of course.]

Okay -- ahahahaha okay fine, you can sleep with -- with that shitty thing, then. My prize is way fucking better!

[well, he did ask for it, didn't he? Shrugging, Zoro decides he can live with it. It'll become the unfortunate tool (snort) of many a prank from here on out, the ship can bet on that.

He picks it up and gives it a look like he's comparing sizes, and then waggles it around, using it to point at Luffy]

Look, it's rubber, just like yours.

Zoro! It's nothing like mine!

[he isn't going to lose to a rubber dick that isn't attached to anything. He is damn proud of his family jewels and what's attached! So he stands up, sandals braced wide on the table and undoes his shorts, showing proudly what he's made of and just how that can't compare.]

These are the balls that belong to the man that's going to be King of the Pirates!

[DODONNNNN]

[Making a face at Zoro over here.]

Ew, don't touch it, fuck knows where it's been—

[AND THEN THERE'S LUFFY.

Excuse Sanji while he chokes on air and promptly throws a hand up as though to shield himself from ALL THAT SHITTY GLOWING AND DODONNNNN-NESS.]

Jesus -- dammit, Luffy! Get your ass down from there, you're gonna get us kicked out!

[........Well, probably too late for that. So Sanji quickly stumbles up to the bar and demands another bottle of rum for the road while everyone's busy staring all jaw-dropped at his idiot captain. Then he swings back around and points at the other two.]

Fuck's sake, you dumbasses, neither of you is as big as that shitty thing [yeah, he saw that look, marimo] 'cause that's the whole damn point of it and why are your pants still down?!

[SOB, HIS LIFE.]

Oi! Sanji! I can be twice as big as that! [his thumb goes toward his mouth someone please stop him. He's too drunk to care]

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