The bar was, admittedly, not exactly the nicest of places, but Zoro wasn't one to be picky. While it reeked of old spilled alcohol, the table in front of him was stained with all kind of liquid's he didn't want to question or wonder about and the other customers were all kind of dumb shit's just looking to get laid or picking a fight, the booze was fairly tasty - tasty enough to get cheaply drunk on it.

He leaned back on the wooden bench, one hand always resting on the sword scabbards he'd carefully rested against the wall next to him and let himself relax as much as possible in the noisy and reeking surroundings. Honeydew was a fairly pleasant town, so far. No marines in sight atleast, that alone was enough to make him like the little crowded town. It was nice, yeah, especially after all the stress in Wanokuni- Yeah, no. He could go for a long while without any new battles after that hellhole.

He'd been lost in thought for several minutes, when the snapping of wood tore him out of his stupor and he glanced up in time to see a mountain of a man being tossed across the bar, landing atop another table not far from his own, which promptly snapped and bent beneath him, the glasses formerly standing ontop of it shattering in the process.

Yeah, here's to the nice, quiet honeydew. He sighed and leaned back, already preparing for the spectacle of a bar fight- but his jaw almost hit the floor as he saw just who had just tossed that man around.