Just Plain Unlucky. {Rosinante x Reader}

Remember That Time.

"Are you sure they were kissing yoi? It could have just been a h--"

"Marco, they were kissing." You bluntly murmur under your breath, your voice morphing into a sigh as you force your body to relax into the passengers seat, your tired eyes falling shut. "Fuck it, just take me for a drink please. I'll pay you for the gas tomorrow."

"Nah, you're fine yoi. I'm not gonna charge my friend for a lift." Marco smiles as he starts up the engine. You had called up the blonde because of a date going terribly, something that happens to you far too often.

You had been going on a few dates recently with a handsome gent by the name of Crocodile, the guy has a pretty large scar across his face but it didn't make him any less charming at all. You had been on a date with him tonight when his ex-girlfriend showed up.

Sure, you've heard about Nico Robin through mutual friends and the few times you've briefly spoken to her, she seemed pleasant enough to you. 

Of course, you didn't know that she was his ex until tonight when she sat at the table with you both and didn't seem to realize it was a date that she was gatecrashing, the two immediately speaking as if they were a married couple. Hell, you were the one that felt like you were intruding!  

Not long later, the two conveniently both needed to use the bathroom and while waiting for the pair to come back, you decided to go to the bar and order yourself another drink and that's when you spotted them. They were practically eating each other's faces down the corridor that leads into the toilets.

With that disheartening sight ruining your mood entirely, you decided to just take your leave and call for Marco to come and collect you. The blonde being your bestfriend since high school, of course the later high school years. At the beginning, you couldn't stand each other.

"Thanks." You groan as the male pulls up outside the bar, by God you could use a stiff drink in much better company than what your 'date' had to offer. Upon getting out of Marco's car you make your way to the double doors, instantly spotting Thatch waiting outside ready to greet you, the brunette standing with a blonde.

Sabo, perhaps? He looks like he's sitting on top of some big ass wall? And he's wearing make-up? Since when does Sabo wear make-up? 

"[F/n]!" Thatch exclaims excitedly as he rushes over to you, picking you up in a playful hug. You notice the blonde guy watch from afar and he's definitely not Sabo, nor is he stood on a wall! Unless the wall is shaped like legs!

No, this guy is just a bloody tower!

"Hiya Thatch~!" Your cheerful tone sounding only slightly forced as you return Thatch's hug, the blonde making his way over with a polite smile gracing his lips. His make-up looking slightly jokerish. 

"[F/n], this is Rosinante~ He's Doffy's brother!" Thatch introduces politely, extending his hand out toward the blonde who was now offering you a friendly wave. "Rosinante, this is [F/n]! She had a crush on your brother back in high sc--"

"Thatch, shut up!" You bark over his sentence, harshly punching him in the shoulder and judging by how he jolts before slumping over a little, you'd guess you just made his arm go dead. Your free hand giving Rosinante a wave. "I was a stupid kid back then! H-Hello by the way..."

"Doffy?" Rosinante questions, his voice really deep but soft and rheumatic. You can see a slight smirk etched into his features as he scratches the back of his head through his red beanie. "That's no surprise, a lot of girls liked him in school."

"I was only thirtee--"

"Yeah, [F/n] found that out the hard way!" Thatch chuckles, his laughter only being cut short when you stamp down on his foot as hard as you can, causing a loud yelp to leave the brunette's lips rather than anymore words. "S-Sorry, I'll shut up..."

"Are you one of Doffy's exes then?" Rosinante asks curiously, his question going unanswered when Marco finally makes his way over to you all, the male shivering and briskly brushing his hands together.

"L-Let's go inside already yoi, it's freezing!" 

"Yeah, no joke there! Rosi, our mission for tonight is to cheer [F/n] up~!" Thatch beams upon finding his voice again, throwing his arm over his tall friend's shoulder, his body tilting upward as he struggles to fully reach the blonde. "She was on a date with Crocodile and he--"

"Crocodile? Why would she want to date him?" The blonde blurting over Thatch's explanation with confusion clear in his voice, slouching down slightly so that the brunette can reach him easier, his amber eyes shifting from Thatch to you. "He's almost as bad as my brother."

"Ha, yeah no kidding yoi! He shoved his tongue down his ex-girlfriend's throat while on a date with [F/n]~!"

Why does Marco and Thatch always have to be such assholes?! ...I swear I hate these boys.