moe81 | (no subject)

Happy Birthday, Nonoji~

I did write you fic and I know it's short but that's not the point. *isn't expecting comments here 'cause I already got a response*

Zoro glanced up from his latest bottle to watch as the cook stumbled in, supported by Nami and going for all he was worth to try and cop a feel. She was letting him too. Maybe she was just as drunk as he was. Judging by the flush on both their faces… that probably didn’t mean anything because she was obviously enjoying herself.

He watched with detached interest as Sanji’s head lolled across a bared shoulder and blue eye stared, glazed and unfocused, in what was apparently an attempt to register what he was looking at. It took a lot longer then was completely necessary but when he did he squealed, – damn girly idiot – picked Nami up and tottered to Zoro’s side. Zoro was impressed when the idiot didn’t fall over. Damn cook couldn’t hold his liquor for shit.

Nami was unceremoniously dropped into his lap and Sanji was left to sprawl over two seats. Zoro wanted to know – ‘cause it was really damn impressive – how he didn’t end up on the floor and did the damn witch need to keep wiggling like that. Zoro wrapped an arm around her waist to still her and took another pull from his bottle. The cook giggled and somehow managed to drag himself onto Zoro’s lap as well. Since when the hell did he become furniture?

Pale fingers poked and prodded at other pale fingers and then moved to trace a blue tattoo. It was a pretty tattoo. Sanji leaned in close, opened his mouth and poked out his tongue, whether in an attempt to eat Nami’s arm or lick her, Zoro wasn’t too sure. He felt a shift in balance and the cook started to slip, dragging over his knees and all he could do was roll his eyes. Idiot.

Zoro left his booze behind and grabbed at the cooks ass, hauling him up and he was sure that the chair couldn’t hold all three of them but with a creak and slight wobble, it gave a good standing fight and remained in tact. Zoro peered at the blond head currently mashed flat in ample chest and rolled his eyes again. He should really stop doing that. He was starting to get a headache.

He felt Nami sag a little, heading for unconsciousness and damn if she didn’t keep wiggling her ass into his groin and he really was just too drunk to give a shit. He hitched the cook closer, fingers digging into covered flesh and a moan followed through. Cook wasn’t dead. That was a good sign. Then again, the erection digging into his thigh probably said the same thing.

There was a hand on his neck and then he had a face full of flowery smelling skin and if he passed out like this, he was gonna to be so pissed in the morning cause this fucking position hurt and yes there was a tongue in his ear, a hard on being rubbed against his leg and he was pretty sure he had a hand full of tit.

All was ass way up with his world and hell if he wasn’t enjoying it.