The crew saved yet another island from mass destruction. It seemed to become a common occurrence for them these days. And of course as a matter of courtesy, the island locals invited the crew to a banquet. Despite Zoro’s gruff demeanour, he was never going to pass up on free booze. Though, the kicker was, this banquet was fancy and, as someone who was used to only wearing jeans and a t-shirt, having to wear a suit felt restricting. It certainly would’ve been hard to fight in if the situation called for it.

Nevertheless, there he stood at the banquet, sipping on his beer as he glanced around, his eyes landing on you, his crew mate. You looked like you were made for this - hell, you cleaned up well, and welcomed every ounce of attention you got. Zoro watched on as a man approached you, hands landing on your waist. He paused, face remaining stoic, but eyes unable to peel away from you.