SUMMER HEAT | ZoSan 🔥

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The sound of whistling echoed from down a long, lone hallway, near a place not many of the Straw Hats use on the Sunny: The Wine Cellar.

Only two people ever use that rather "restricted area", and those two are Franky and Zoro, whenever they have to refill their inventory, or to secretly help themselves to a bottle or two of booze, that's the place they are often found within.

Especially the young Swordsman who's passionate about his bottles of beer, and can drink to no end.

At the moment, the sound of whistling that was emitting from a certain man's lips belonged to the Swordsman himself, for he was on a quest to quench his thirst.

A thirst that only alcoholic beverages could ease and bring a moment of peace to the man after such a long and rough workout session.

But while walking down the stairs, he nearly tumbled back when spotting an unfamiliar silhouette hidden behind a large barrel.

"What are you doing here?! Come out!" He shouted, slicing the barrel in half.

Out came a man with a pale white complexion and a set of hazy, dilated blue eyes.

"You! I almost killed you, man. Holy shit. Were you stealing my beer?" The muscular male asked, swinging a towel over his shoulders.

"Shut..."

"What?" The Swordsman questioned.

"Shut up... Shitty Swordsman. I'm not in the mood."

Seconds after standing up, Zoro noticed how awfully slow Sanji was walking, as if his legs were tied to the ground.

Apart from that, he was also swaying his arms from left to right with every step he would take, making him seem sleep deprived or unwell.

"What were you doing in here?"

"Needed to use the bathroom. I haven't been able to use the one upstairs, whenever I try to, someone else gets in first! And it's driving me crazy!!" The blonde man raged, breathing out unevenly.

"What about you? What are you doing here, huh? Lost your way to the damn kitchen?"

The friendly attitude Sanji used to have before had completely disappeared, leaving him to appear cold and sarcastic, in a very strange way.

This wasn't the first time Zoro had noticed something off about the Cook, but he acted casual towards him and decided to initiate a conversation that might lead the man to finding out why his friend was acting so cold.

"Not quite. I just came here to get my daily intake of Vitamin "B", If you know what I mean." The Swordsman smirked, waving a bottle of beer in front of Sanji's face.

"B as in 'Bastard'? Because that's the only Vitamin you'd ever take, and overdose on." The devious Chef smiled and started to laugh at the Swordsman.

"B for 'Better than you' and your lower bounty."

"Oh, go book a flight to Steroid World and get lost." Sanji rolled his eyes at the man, keeping his arms crossed.

"How original. That's getting old, you know."

"As old as Ryuma's cursed sword? I highly doubt it. Take your ghostly ass back upstairs, Samurai-kun."

"What'd you say about my sword!? You-"

Before they knew it, the stubborn duo found themselves fighting near a set of expensive liquor bottles that consisted of fine wine that was aged to perfection, and champagne that costs nearly more than the Sunny and Luffy's bounty combined.