<< I can't take it anymore, guys. I seriously need some coffee. Can someone inject it directly into my veins, please? >>
<< Are you out of your mind? If we administer it intravenously, you'll end up in a far worse abyss than the post-drinking one, the caffeine addiction abyss! God knows how much effort you need to quit these addictions >>
<< Why don't you just do as I do? Eating helps me both with sleep and with my headaches >>
<< Your advice is rubbish Lucky. If I eat, I'll ruin my figure and end up like you, so no thanks >>
<< What figure? You're like a walking skeleton Yasopp, and besides, preaching is pointless for you, you drink as much as Shanks. If it weren't for all the times you vomit, you'd be a bin like Lucky >>
<< Guys, I don't think it's fair to keep on mocking Lucky's weight. He gets sad and then starts diving into chocolate >>
Actually, Lucky cares very little about what his friends think about his body. He likes himself just the way he is and that's enough. And then, is it really a crime to adore food? Lucky believes people should stop worrying so much about calories and weight. After all, you only live once, and it's better to live well, enjoying the pleasures life has to offer.
The four of them are sitting on one of the tables in the courthouse cafeteria at lunchtime, each with a full cup of coffee and a lack of appetite – except for Lucky.
If the night before they were happily celebrating with beer, this morning they all seem sullen and tired, with worn-out expression and deep dark circles under their eyes.
Benn, as usual, in the only one who hasn't spoken yet, preferring to rest his head lazily against the chair's backrest, his gaze – a real mystery behind his sunglasses – fixed on the ceiling, as if no one had noticed that he's been asleep for at least half an hour.
Yasopp, head resting on his sweaty palm, almost ends up with his face in the mashed potatoes on his plate due to his drowsiness.
Rockstar lists possible suicide methods that would prevent him from going back to work.
<< Don't tell me, you guys had another wild night and now you're suffering from a hangover, AGAIN >>
That smug tone can only come from one person someone the gang considers the most annoying and irritating person in the universe, someone who, without any consensus, sits down with them with his arms crossed over their chest and the disapproving look of someone who mistakenly believes they've understood everything about life itself.
Lucky rolls his eyes but keeps eating; Yasopp, however, is on the defensive, almost like a cat being threatened with its territory. The only one seemingly indifferent is Benn, lost in the world of dreams and thus not accounting for much.
<< Oh, I'm so terribly sorry you have to see us in this state >> Yasopp sneers, giving a clear ironic, and proud tone to the beginning of his speech << I promise we'll stop drinking as soon as your damn earlobes return to a normal size >>
That annoying individual named Enel arches an eyebrow, seemingly inviting further of Yasopp's apparently poor jokes. Besides the condescending way he usually refers to them – as inferior beings – he doesn't say much, calmly peeling a large tangerine instead.
Rockstar is trying to find a plausible excuse to shoo away that insignificant lawyer from their table when suddenly Shanks reappears after stepping away to refill his coffee.
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30 Days [BuggyxShanks] - English Translation
FanficShanks is a lawyer, his hobbies are drinking and lazing around. Buggy is a bartender, he likes clown make-up and in his free time loves to clean around. A bet is gonna bring these two worlds together.