"Ocean blue eyes looking in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and die."
A simple girl, daughter of a pirate captain, meets the future "King of the Pirates" and begrudgingly decides to join him on his adventure to find the One Piece.
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Drinking as much as Usopp and Artemisia drank, it was no surprise that they would end up in this position. Zoro and Nami were sitting in the same booth as before. They seemed to be talking about whatever while drinking. The same could not be said for Usopp and Artemisia. Both of them were up on the dance floor, showing off their dance moves. Usopp had some decent moves that he pulled out. Artemisia, on the other hand, was trying her best and that's all that matters.
Her best move was jumping up and down to the beat of the music. Her mother taught her a lot of things, dancing was not one of them. Everything was fun in her drunken haze until she got to the point where she was unable to walk straight. She was trying to find her way to the bar for another drink (a terrible decision) when she tripped and almost fell on her face. She didn't even have time to react. All she knew was that she was standing upright one moment and the next she was falling.
Her face never hit the floor. She was suddenly grabbed by her arms and pulled to stand upright. When she stabilized herself, with help from whoever was helping her, she looked to see who it was. She was expecting Usopp since he had been closest. She instead met eyes with a man who looked to be two or three years older. If she liked men, she would've said that he was attractive. Artemisia cast a look down at his hands which were still on her arms.
The man didn't seem to notice. If he did, he chose not to acknowledge it. He only looked at her with a charming smile, "Tripping over yourself for me, I see. Didn't even tell me your name, sweetness." The nickname was enough to send shivers down Artemisia's spine. She hated being hit on by men. Did they seriously not just realize that she was a lesbian? Did she have to get it tattooed on her forehead?
"Uh..." Artemisia wasn't entirely sure what to say. It was the alcohol's effect on her. She couldn't bring words to her mind to describe how she was feeling. There was one thing for certain and it was that she was uncomfortable. "I'm Artemisia. Sorry about that. I'm just a little... Drunk, I guess." Her mood was immediately killed by now.
A laugh resonated from the man as he let go of her arms, "Well, hopefully," One of his hands snaked its way around her waist, holding her tightly to him so she wouldn't be able to escape, "You're not too drunk to dance with me."
This was starting to become a difficult situation, "I'm not interested." Artemisia tried to sound assertive. She needed him to get the hint (which at this point was a big sign saying to step off).
A hint as obvious as that clearly wasn't as obvious as it should've been. The man only tightened his grip as his smile turned into a smirk, "Oh, come on," He looked her body up and down. Artemisia could feel the disgust building up in her. "I know that you're interested. You don't have to play hard to get, baby. I'm already falling at your feet."
