Ex Boyfriend (Roronoa Zoro x Reader) AU

The Club

"Mooore!" You whined at the bar.

Nami had somehow decided to babysit you today and wouldn't let you get any other drink, which you though was quite a mean attitude from her. She had said she'd help you get over the stupid fight with Zoro and the even dumber break up with Law, but, banning you from your only source of alcohol?

Not helping.

"You've had enough, (Y/N)." She huffed, hands on her waist as she looked down at you disapprovingly.

She was right, though. Trying to soothe away the pain at your chest you decided to down a lot of glasses, meaning that now you could barely make out your surroundings. You barely knew if Nami actually was Nami. Maybe she was a different Nami.

The lights at the club blinded you all the way from the dance floor, colors changing rapidly and deepening your state of drunkenness and overall haze. This wasn't going to end well.

"Come on~" You whined, pulling her down to you and giving her your best puppy eyes.

"No! Gosh! If I had known you'd get like this we should've simply stayed home." She growled, looking at Robin and pleading for help.

Given your sloppy state, the worst thing they could do right now was leave you alone, so the two of them had to stay by your side until you either felt better or fainted. Hopefully it was going to be the first option. They were afraid because any gross mal intentioned man could just come and swoop you away from them. Not good.

Chuckling, Robin finally got an idea for you.

You looked at them as they giggled and talked. You heard your name a couple of times, but you couldn't figure out what the hell it was that they were saying or even what was going on around you. Your sixth drink had started to affect you and you were now barely able to keep yourself standing on your own two feet.

"Nami I don't feel so well." You mumbled, leaning onto her for support.

She cursed as she pushed you over to a chair and left you sitting. You now focused on looking around you.

Nope. Can't see.

Together with the lights and the movements of everyone in the club, the world was just a blur around you. The music and voices sounded distant and your eyes couldn't focus on a single thing.

Fuck. I ruined our night out.

The worst thing of all was that the more you drank and the more you tried to forget about Zoro, the more he'd hurt you.

The more you'd long for his company.

"Where's Zoro?" You asked your friends innocently, eyes glossy, but you fought the tears back. You weren't about to make a scene. Not in this state.

"(Y/N)! Seriously?" Groaned Nami as she slapped your cheeks softly. It didn't hurt. You barely even felt it. You didn't even feel your limbs, your mouth was dry, and you could barely move.

"Huh?" You asked, not understanding what was going on around you.

You blinked for what felt like barely a second and they were gone, but you weren't sitting at the bar anymore. You were now strolling through the couches of the VIP area. How'd you manage to get there? You had no idea.

Looking around in the more secluded and silent area, you found a scruffy looking man. He looked like he was in his young thirties.

Perfect.

You swayed your way over to him and sat down next to him, crossing your legs in a way that he could stare at your beautiful bare skin. Which he did.