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YOUR HEAD WAS THROBBING due to the party you had last night with the red hair pirates. it was a blast, really. it was your nth time having a party with them and everytime you do, you end up having a bloody hangover that hurts like a fucking bitch.
groaning, you walked out of bed and inside the kitchen trying to find anything that can help ease your hungover. you haven't notice that someone was inside the kitchen preparing breakfast for the whole crew, until he spoke.
"oh? i see that you're awake, (name)!"
standing behind the kitchen counter was the ship's cook, Lucky Roux. he's not just a cook though, he's a senior officer and a combatant. he's such a sweetie when it came to you, making any food you request of him.
"Roux~ good morning!" you greeted him with a hug, which he reciprocated with a chuckle. "i need something for this shitty hangover."
"that's what you get for challenging Shanks into a drinking contest." he laughed, patting your shoulder gently and lifted you to sit on the counter while he made you coffee.
he said that coffee really helps, it can help the grogginess that accompanies hangovers.
Roux handed you a freshly brewed coffee after five minutes along with a plate of eggs and bacons. you smiled and mouthed a 'thank you' before jumping down the counter as Roux went to proceed making breakfast for everyone.
you placed your plate and coffee on the table and started to dig in. soon enough, the crew started to enter the kitchen greeting you and grabbing their breakfast. some sat on the table where you are while others went outside, deciding that they'll eat there.
after you finsihed breakfast, your head feels a little bit better now. you went to Roux and handed him the dishes before walking out.
your hair danced with the wind as soon as you stepped outside the door, also finding the infamous Benn Beckman smoking on the side, leaning on the railings.
"good morning, kid." he puffed a smoke and sent you a little smile.
"mornin' grandpa." a chuckled left his lips after hearing you calling him grandpa early in the morning.
it wasn't new to him though. it was how the both of you greeted each other every morning, yet he still finds it funny. the way you called him gramps irked him a bit, but it was you calling him that. if it were somebody else, they would've been sent straight to hell.
