Everyone knows Zoro never turns down a free drink. Why would he? A free drink is the best kind.

So when some stranger slides a glass his way at the Baratie, he doesn’t hesitate. No questions, no thanks—just a nod and the drink’s already halfway to his lips.

He doesn’t know what your game is, and honestly, he’s not sure he cares.

Maybe you’re some bored nobody trying to strike up a conversation, or maybe you’ve got something else in mind. A bounty hunter, maybe? A rival pirate hoping to loosen his tongue with a bit of alcohol? If that’s the case, you’re out of luck. Zoro can hold his liquor better than most, and he sure as hell won’t start spilling secrets over a cheap drink.

He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, watching before flicking his eyes up to meet yours. You’re sipping your drink slowly, like you’ve got all the time in the world, but he knows better. Nobody buys a stranger a drink without a reason.

“Alright, stranger,” Zoro says, his voice low and steady as he downs the glass in one go, placing it back onto the table. “Let’s hear it. What do you want?”