Missy

Three-mop technique, a tuna and a clown

(Edit: 06/10/20) Halloo! Just a quick thing to say if you're not the keenest on the (y/n) stuff, download the InteractiveFics extension for chrome. Only chrome I'm afraid, sorry if you read in another browser. This just replaces the un-immersive (y/n) stuff with a name of your choice! (There will be slight mishaps like when it's just (y-), but hey cut me some slack. This baby's about 250,000 words so far, I'm not going through and finding all of them!)

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I don't own one piece. If I did I could buy enough meat to make Luffy full.

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The Gold Roger bar was as empty as it had always been. You sat absentmindedly on one of the least damaged barstools near the counter holding a worn bounty poster.

'Wanted-Dead or Alive-Missy Sai-200,000,000 belly'

The picture, however, was what you were most interested in. The young teenage girl in the photo grinned gleefully over her bare shoulder, showing off the prominent black ink etched on her skin. You ran your thumb over the black lines.

A scythe.

Your brow tightened momentarily as you pinged a nail off your glass. "Huh, guess she really does look like me," you mumbled.

"For god's sake, are you still hung up about that, Missy," Captain Smoker brought down his empty bottle with a slam.

"Oh shut it, Captain." You let the yellowing paper fall through your fingers to rest among more of its kind on the floor. "Course I am. It's just that no matter what I do, wearing sleeveless tops and whatever, people will always try to arrest me. They just go 'hey, this person hasn't shown up for the last six years and is probably dead in a hole somewhere, but naaah, she must be this random bartender we found who looks vaguely similar'." Raising your glass, you rolled your eyes, "I mean come on, some idiotic marine made a fantastic effort to send me to Impel Down..."

Smoker grimaced, waving a smoke finger over to the shelves of bottles, "We've gone over that. It was better for me to be suspicious and you come out innocent than letting that monster escape through my clutches. Everything was resolved when you showed me your arm-."

"Okay now excuse me, I showed you? Now correct me if I'm wrong here, but you literally tore my sleeve off. And I mean literally. You are the reason I started to wear short sleeves in the first place." Drumming your fingers against the bar table, you winked, "Have to say though, you really can be forceful with a woman if you want to be. I'm impressed."

"It's my job to be forceful." He narrowed his eyes as he recalled his smoke, bottle in tow, "Gender doesn't play into the matter."

"Yeah yeah, all I'm hearing are excuses."

"(y/n)..." Smoker groaned, " I have enough of that from Tashigi..."

You let your head thump onto on the bar, "It's not like it's my fault half the town now think that we're together or something."

"Well it is your fault that they're making such a big deal out of it. The number of times I've found you on a roof or in someone else's tree of all things and have had to chase you off."

"Okay in my defence trees are comfy. How people can sleep cooped up in buildings is beyond me. Gimme open space any day."

"...Right. But even Tashigi seems to think of us as a couple."