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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,295
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The authors of this story does not own One Piece nor do they make any money from it.
Night #3
Chapter 3
“So, we agree that we’re equal at the moment?”
“I still say I made it easy for you yesterday,” Zoro mumbled sullenly.
“Well, I can only assume that you usually go for the easy picking then,” Sanji replied victoriously. Zoro glared. “Since you refuse to acknowledge my obvious superiority, I propose another challenge.”
“…And?”
“We go to a bar, not one of your moth-eaten joints and not one of my preferred high-scale clubs, but something in-between.”
“And what do we do there?”
“The one who gets the most den-den mushi numbers from girls wins.” Sanji smiled and blew a smoke ring into Zoro’s face.
Zoro mulled that over in his head. Well, neither one of them were likely to cheat and it had a definite unquestionable result. Not a bad plan, considering who had come up with it. “I accept.”
They both grinned, then scowled as they realized they were having a companionable moment.
Zoro looked around the bar, admitting that it could be worse. It had been worse when he had picked up France and, well, he still had the scratch marks from that little endeavour. Yes, it could be much worse.
“Okay, lets split up. If I’m to have any chance with the ladies, I don’t want to be seen with a brute like you,” Sanji said, already making a beeline to a group of women, chatting.
Zoro shrugged and went to the bar.
(Another few hours with too little porn to be interesting)
Sanji made his goodbyes to the last woman to give her number to him, satisfied that none were left who had withstood his charms. “So, how many did you get, shitty swordsman, sitting at the bar?”
Zoro lifted his hand and let a number of little pieces of napkin, all with numbers written on them, rain down onto the counter. Sanji raised an eyebrow. Counting quickly, there could be no doubt.
“We both have the same amount,” he announced, and dropped his share of scraps in front of the green haired man. “So, what do we do now?”
“Lets get wasted.”
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Since this is such a short chapter, I'll be nice and upload the next chapter in the weekend instead of Wednesday :p
“So, we agree that we’re equal at the moment?”
“I still say I made it easy for you yesterday,” Zoro mumbled sullenly.
“Well, I can only assume that you usually go for the easy picking then,” Sanji replied victoriously. Zoro glared. “Since you refuse to acknowledge my obvious superiority, I propose another challenge.”
“…And?”
“We go to a bar, not one of your moth-eaten joints and not one of my preferred high-scale clubs, but something in-between.”
“And what do we do there?”
“The one who gets the most den-den mushi numbers from girls wins.” Sanji smiled and blew a smoke ring into Zoro’s face.
Zoro mulled that over in his head. Well, neither one of them were likely to cheat and it had a definite unquestionable result. Not a bad plan, considering who had come up with it. “I accept.”
They both grinned, then scowled as they realized they were having a companionable moment.
Zoro looked around the bar, admitting that it could be worse. It had been worse when he had picked up France and, well, he still had the scratch marks from that little endeavour. Yes, it could be much worse.
“Okay, lets split up. If I’m to have any chance with the ladies, I don’t want to be seen with a brute like you,” Sanji said, already making a beeline to a group of women, chatting.
Zoro shrugged and went to the bar.
(Another few hours with too little porn to be interesting)
Sanji made his goodbyes to the last woman to give her number to him, satisfied that none were left who had withstood his charms. “So, how many did you get, shitty swordsman, sitting at the bar?”
Zoro lifted his hand and let a number of little pieces of napkin, all with numbers written on them, rain down onto the counter. Sanji raised an eyebrow. Counting quickly, there could be no doubt.
“We both have the same amount,” he announced, and dropped his share of scraps in front of the green haired man. “So, what do we do now?”
“Lets get wasted.”
~ ~ ~
Since this is such a short chapter, I'll be nice and upload the next chapter in the weekend instead of Wednesday :p