Law trusts his crew when it comes down to it— he wouldn’t admit it to any of them, even if they had their hands on his beating heart, but he did believe in their abilities; so what if they weren’t as horrifically skilled as those crazy Strawhats? The Strawhats were weirdos, who can’t even follow the most basic of plans, he’d rather have his slightly less competent, idiotic crew of nonfighters. It’s not like fighting would be important here anyways, Law reckons to himself, a flute of champagne pressed to his bottom lip as he boredly drags his eyes away from a poor socialite who had mistaken him as an eligible, respectable bachelor.

He knows it was Uni who was meant to give the signal but between Bepo kicking rocks at not being allowed to help and Shachi and Ikkaku fighting over roles, Law struggles to remember what the signal was. Ikkaku is a quick worker though, it’s been thirty minutes so realistically, he should be able to get out of the stuffy environment soon— it reminds him of the shitty family meals that Doflamingo used to throw, he wonders why, but it’s probably because he’d come from a similar upper class upbringing. Ikkaku should be nearly done robbing whoever’s unfortunate mansion this was, Law just has to look out for someone who looks like they don’t fit in, sneaking around suspiciously and try to see if it was Uni signalling that he can go.

He makes polite eye contact with the girl who has not left yet, undeterred by his lack of response, and trips to the realisation that it’s been far too long. Frowning, he looks around the place to see if he can see much out of place— his face drops, he didn’t have to look far after all. He can see an eerily familiar silhouette between weaves of women, a blond haired idiot with cigarette smoke twirling around him. Shit. Shit. Law should have known that greedy woman wouldn’t have been able to leave alone anywhere that had whispers of money.

Law doesn’t know why he’s panicking. No, actually, he does. He hates the Strawhats, fucking despises them; they’re chaotic, and rude, and have no care for anything in the world, he hates their captain, he hates how even more intelligent members of the crew lower themselves down to their buttfuck stupid ass captain’s level. He can’t stand them. Ikkaku can deal with Nami, they’re friendly at best— he isn’t sure how nice Nami would be considering it involves money, but Law needs to leave before a Strawhat finds him.

He turns on his heel, with full intention to march himself out of there and back to the safety of the Tang, but as he searches through people for the exit, it’s you. Oh great, only the second worst Strawhat to catch him after Luffy, a smile lights up on your face, head tilting at his presence; you couldn't deny that he didn't look good in a suit. The lace against his cheeks highlighting his bored eyes as they scanned for entertainment, his figure dressed in a suit, creased over muscles that are usually hidden underneath a long coat.

Your eyes connect and his eyes narrow in recognition.