The Sweet Brother. {Rosinante x Reader}

Drunken Chatter.

Upon entering the bar, you soon find that it's going to be a busy night once again.

There's a large group of young men and woman dancing in the corner whilst blasting music on their phones, another group of regulars all gathered and watching some sports channel, another group of men gathered around the pool table and then there's Rayleigh as usual at the bar with your boss and a dark-haired gentleman with golden eyes, the poor thing looking miserable as he takes a sip from his wine glass.

You adore both Shanks and Rayleigh but to be stuck in a conversation with them both at the same time would be draining for anybody. 

You then spot your roommate amongst the customers also, much to your surprise. 

Making your way behind the bar, you realize she's actually reading the job section of a newspaper whilst enjoying a beer. 

Your boss playfully ruffling your hair as you pass him, a cheerful smile plastered across his face. "Hey, you finally made it? How are ya doing?" Honestly, you can barely hear him over the loud music the younger punters are playing, only offering him a thumbs up in response before approaching Bonney and leaning over the counter, raising your voice to gain her attention.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" Of course the girl glances up at you but doesn't vocally respond, only frowning as her head tilts to the side in confusion.

"Huh?" 

For crying out loud. 

Snapping your head toward the young drinkers, your voice suddenly becomes much louder. "EXCUSE ME! CAN YOU TURN THAT SHIT OFF?!" It would seem your usual bad mood has made a swift return, one of the girl's looking genuinely frightened by you as she reaches for her phone, turning her music down by a lot but still keeping it playing in the background.

At least now you can hear yourself think. 

Turning your gaze back to Bonney, you find the girl biting her lip awkwardly as he sheepishly raises a brow. "Did the date go bad or something?" 

"No, why?" She doesn't respond to your question, instead just shrugging her shoulders with a content smile, seemingly just glad to hear it worked out. Out of instinct you grab her now-empty tankard and begin to refill it for her. "By the way, I was trying to ask what you're doing here. And how did you manage to get a drink when you've got no money?"

"Oh right, I was just making sure you were okay, I got a little freaked out when you didn't come home so I thought I'd make sure you got to work okay, since you were on a date with a shady guy and all." She simply explains, grabbing the beer once you set it down and bringing it to her lips.

"Hmph...well, I appreciate it but you needn't worry, Rosinante is actually a sweetheart."

Naturally, the pinkette doesn't appear too convinced as she takes a sip from her drink, her brows furrowing as she sets the tankard back down but instead of arguing with your opinion, she focuses on the second question you had asked instead. 

 "So, when I got here and told Shanks I was your roommate, he said I can have free drinks for the rest of the night since he felt bad for not giving me a job! Of course I'm gonna take advantage of that~!"

Yeah, that sounds like Shanks.

"Besides, he's kinda hot, right?"

"...Sure. In any case, I have good news, I might have found you a job." Admittedly you're just trying to change the topic by this point, you do not want to talk about your 'hot boss' all night, it would seem you had successfully caught the girl's attention with that information when her mouth falls ajar and she blinks up at you though, eagerly waiting for you to elaborate. "First, do you like birds?"