"Sure, I can do that," he remarked as if it were a casual thing. She supposed a binge drinker like Zoro didn't gawk at the mention of alcohol.
"Not a problem, right?" Nami pressed on, and leaned in a little. Her orange hair brushed her neck, cropping her wide face. "Don't chicken out on me like Usopp did the last time."
"That's on you for even asking him," Zoro joked. "When's the last time he followed through on anything?" Nami didn't have a response for this.
She turned her attention to the bartender. He was an older man with a receding hairline and an unkempt beard. His white and black hair made him look a bit like a skunk. He looked Nami in her brown eyes and nodded.
He left for a short moment, then returned with several mugs full of beer. There was little to no foam.
A young man with blue hair and an exaggerated smile observed it all, dollars in his eyes.
"Don't make too much now," the blue-haired man said. "We don't want them to get drunk." He let out an annoyingly loud laugh. The bartender flipped him off with a thick, scarred finger.
Five minutes later Nami couldn't find a place to rest her elbows on the table. Fifty nearly overflowing glasses glistened with a golden beverage. Nami shot Zoro a smile.
"Let the tournament commence!" The blue-haired man struck a stupid pose. One man in the back booed at him.
Zoro didn't often draw attention when he walked into a bar. Suddenly, no one could take their eyes off him.
Onlookers stared in awe as they watched Zoro drink. He was like a machine. A little trickle ran down his chin. His throat bulged as he threw back the cheap booze.
Nami crossed her arms with a satisfied look on her pretty face.
The other competitors had to pick their jaws up off the floor. An old man with long white hair threw his glass down and ran out, fresh tears on his face. His wife gave Nami a nasty look before she chased after him.
"Alright, way to go Zoro!" Nami cheered. Zoro wiped his mouth and called over the bartender for more. Within a few minutes, thirty more glasses approached Zoro with tears in their eyes.
The second round began, and Zoro left the competition in the dust. Nami looked over and noticed the other competitors were still drinking. She called the bartender over again when she noticed Zoro's glasses were all empty. Pity she didn't bring a watch. Zoro must've set a new record that night.
Before long, suspicion was spreading through the bar like wildfire. Several murmurs of whether the green-haired drunk was even human prompted one woman to come close and poke Zoro, sure that he wasn't real. He couldn't be.
Zoro shot her a warning glare, silver eyes piercing right through her soul. She returned to her seat and never looked in his direction for the rest of the night.
Nami mocked her competition with a pitying expression.
"Oh come on, you boys can do better than that, right?" Nami hid a laugh behind her freshly manicured hand. Her voice was like silk.
Then a very large woman approached.
She was at least seven feet tall and built like a large ball of dough. She threw a small man out of his seat and began to drink, inserting herself into the competition.
"Hey! That's against the rules!" Nami protested, but the blue-haired man shrugged his shoulders, hair glued to his head.
"No rules around these parts toots," he said and shot Nami a sly smile. She narrowed her eyes at him.
