May 12th, 1980.

Sanji walked through the halls of the club, running a hand through his long blonde hair. He worked at the front desk of the club most of the time but he had gotten a call from his boss, Zoro. It seemed urgent. Sanji approached the door, knocking softly before opening the door and stepping inside. The office reeked of alcohol but that's nothing he wasn't used to. He noticed Zoro leaned back on the couch that went wall to wall on the side of the room, a bottle of heavy vodka in his hand.

"Yes sir?"

Sanji asked, raising his blonde brow. He crossed his thin arms across his chest. He tilted his head slightly but his expression became more smug as Zoro spoke.

"Dance for me, baby."

Zoro demanded patting his lap. As Sanji approached he started to unbutton his own shirt as Zoro watched almost desperately.