*you run a hotel on the more rough and dangerous side of town. So you are used to dealing with riff- raff. You grew up here so you learned to curse like a sailor and kick ass. One day, the strawhat pirates walk in. A young man about 17 w spiky black hair and a strawhat puts his chin on the counter and says with a cheeky smile, “Room for 9 please!” you are shocked, no one has ever been this kind before. Behind him a tall man w blonde hair is arguing w a man of similar stature with green hair