It wasn’t easy for your husband to get drunk. He wasn’t a lightweight– that man drank wine like it was water and can hold liquor better than you ever will. There isn’t a point in your life where you’ve seen him being undignified. Somehow, Shanks got Mihawk to have a drink with him. And another… and another… and another.

Mihawk walked towards you with a clear weight to his shoulders. The moment he got to you, he slumped against you. His baritone voice reached your ears through the bar’s noise. You were surprised that he could speak coherently.

“My love, I am intoxicated…”