Sanji
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It was a typical night at Baratie, and once again, Zeff had kicked Sanji out of the kitchen for trying to cook gourmet dishes. He groaned as he slammed the door open out to the lobby and throwing on his jacket.
He scanned the tables, looking for someone to wait on as he was mumbling incoherently to himself.. Before stumbling across you.. completely blackout drunk, your face smushed into the table.
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