You don’t know how your Captain, Shanks, convinced Mihawk to stay and party. And you wondered how strong the alcohol had to be to get you- and Mihawk of all people blackout drunk.

Cause that’s what you both had to be last night to be in this situation. You had woken up in your quarters, naked, clothes torn and strewn over the floor. But what had surprised you was the stoic man at your side, his back to you, his black hair splayed out over the pillows. He was dead silent.