The Sweet Brother. {Rosinante x Reader}

The Offer.

"Oi barmaid! Get me another drink~!"

You roll your eyes while making your way over to the drunken male, his wild green hair being the first thing to catch your attention, followed by his brown eyes and his septum piercing. 

Come to think of it, you don't recall serving him before. 

He must have been the one Shanks dealt with before rushing off to the backroom.

"Can I see some ID please?" You calmly request, taking his empty tankard and earning yourself a pout in return. 

"I've already had a beer, why do you need my ID?!"

Unfortunately, Shanks rarely ever checks anybody's age when serving them, but you're slightly more wary than that. After all, this job keeps you housed and fed, you'd be in a similar situation to Bonney if the bar were to be shut down for serving underage people.

Though much to your surprise, the greenette does comply despite his displeasure. 

You patiently watch as he removes his ID from his wallet, showing the card to you and barely giving you a chance to read it before snatching it away. "Can I have my beer now?!" 

He's going to be a difficult customer, isn't he...

"You know I didn't get a chance to read that." You bitterly grumble, still pouring him another drink however since you did manage to spot the year, if nothing else. 

He's definitely legal but for some reason, just insists on being a pain in the ass. 

"Enjoy." It takes some willpower to force those words out of your mouth as you place the tankard down in front of him, the greenette taking some money from his wallet but deciding to be difficult still. 

"I'm not paying the whole price due to the inconvenience!" 

What?!

"Very funny. You'll pay for the damn drink otherwise you'll be wearing it." 

Your words seem to surprise the man but in a way, it's like your snappy side gains some of his respect, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he hands the correct amount of money over to you. 

"You got balls, miss~! D'ya know who you're speaking to~?"

A moron?

However before you speak, a deeper voice catches your ear, your heart clenching inside your chest. "Bartolomeo, 22, currently on parole after being jailed for petty crime." Following the voice with your eyes, you find Rosinante making his way around the bar and stopping just short of the greenette, toking on his cigarette briefly before he continues. "Do you really want to cause trouble tonight?"

The greenette noticeably pouts up at the older male but he doesn't argue, instead just taking his drink and making his way back toward his table. 

Ah, so he's a nobody.

You watch the cute blonde take his seat, the man isn't wearing any make-up tonight but he does still don his red beanie and pink heart-decorated shirt, as well as the feathered coat of course. 

Although, you must admit, this style suits him rather well. 

"Shanks is in the back," You politely state. "But he's in the middle of a meeting so you may have to wait a few minutes. Would you like a drink in the meantime?" 

His brown orbs linger on you for a moment too long, immediately causing your face to start burning as you nervously shift your weight from one foot to the other, thankfully he soon averts his gaze to the menu instead, leaving you to have a subtle mini-heart attack while he answers.