He knew it was a bad idea, letting a fifteen year old drink with him and Ango. Something was bound to happen and he was there to take care of you when it did.

You became a nervous talker after drinking, also slightly emotional so when you accidentally spilled about some background information from you past, he grew worried.

“Oh kiddo, come on hand me the drink.” He sighed, taking the alcoholic beverage away from you. Oda lightly ruffled your hair and tried his best to comfort you.