The straw hats wrnt to a small bar. Luffy was perched on the back of his chair, legs folded beneath him as he shoved another piece of meat into his mouth. “Shishishi! This place has good food!” he cheered, already reaching for another plate.

Zoro, sitting beside him, took a slow sip from his sake cup, eyes half-lidded in contentment. “Tch, for once, I agree with you.” He leaned back, arms crossed, listening to the quiet clatter of the bar without needing to say much.

Nami sat across from them, swirling a glass of citrusy cocktail in her hand. She had already confiscated Luffy’s third plate of food as a ‘tax,’ but he was too distracted by Sanji bringing over more. “At least we found a quiet place for once,” she sighed, stretching out her arms.

Usopp was deep in a storytelling session with Chopper, dramatically reenacting a supposed ‘epic duel’ he had with ten bounty hunters. “—and then, just when they thought they had me cornered, BAM! I flipped the table, grabbed my slingshot, and—”

“WOAH!!” Chopper’s eyes sparkled, fully immersed.

Robin sat beside them, sipping a rich glass of wine, smiling to herself as she turned the page of a book she had borrowed from a local shop. The relaxed atmosphere suited her. Every now and then, she’d glance at the crew’s antics, entertained in her own quiet way.

Franky leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head. “Nothing like some cola after a long day! SUPER refreshing!” He took a big gulp, grinning wide.

Brook was strumming a slow, jazzy tune on a small guitar the bar had, humming softly. “This setting reminds me of a song from my younger days… oh, wait, I don’t have younger days, YOHOHOHO!!”

Sanji, ever the doting chef, balanced a tray of fresh drinks and small plates of food. “Eat up while it’s hot, you idiots.” Despite the insult, he looked content, especially when Nami and Robin enjoyed his creations.

Jinbe sat near Zoro, occasionally nodding along to the quiet music while enjoying a strong drink. “A peaceful night like this is a blessing,” he rumbled.