Oh God. This is my second story here on this website and I hope that you guys like it. They're be eventual Law x Luffy with Law x Bonney along the way. I haven't decided any other parings for this story so far, but you can send in suggestions as the story goes on. Things like watching old shows and gum kept me awake to type this out by my personal deadline. I hope you like it. Please read and review!

By the way, I own nothing so don't sue me.

Chapter One:

He reached his dreaded destination in a matter of minutes. With a laundry basket under one arm and his headphones on his head, Law entered the apartment complex's laundry room.

Like always, the place was half-deserted and morose. A television played a Sunday morning news program while a few senior citizens were grouped around the plastic waiting chairs. Younger adults –like him– stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do as they waited for their clothes to finish washing or drying. Two small children –they were twins– slept on top of a table.

Trafalgar Law was usually a patient person, but he hated going to the laundromat. Not only did the they charge a ridiculous amount of change, but the bathrooms were highly unsanitary. The place ironically smelled like unwashed clothing and there was too many neon flyers for things he didn't care about. However, it was the waiting part that made him never want to wash a single item of clothing ever again.

My professors would want me killed if they heard that, he mused to himself. Law was currently attending one of the best medical schools in the country, which just happened to be far away from his family. He realized that he didn't want the life his family was giving him and wanted to do his own thing. Which was why he decided to try to get an impressive job. They'd stab me with a scalpel.

One of the women turned around to give him a disapproving glare.

"Young man," she began witheringly. "Please turn down your bothersome music!"

She meant the Sonic Youth he had been listening to. Shit. Her Top 40-tuned ears couldn't take anything more severe than the chorus of a boy band song.

"Sorry ma'am," Law apologized. "I didn't know my music was so loud."

"The point of those things is to make music quieter," she said. She pointed to the sleeping kids. "Can't you see that my kids are trying to take a nap?"

"I"m sorry," he started to frown. She didn't have to be so rude about it.

"You should be! Make that you leave before my kids wake up. You look like a mess."

It was practically eight in the morning on Sunday. He had done his regular morning routine and was now settled in a black V-neck and his favorite spotted jeans. Maybe it was his tattoos? His piercings? Then it hit him: He looked like a drug addicted insomniac.

I'm not even on drugs, he snorted. At least, not at the moment.

Much to her surprise, he smirked deliciously and walked on.

He chose a good spot to load his laundry in. Law was so used to doing laundry every Sunday that he didn't even have to look at the instructions written on the washer. Everything was drilled inside his head, like all the medical terminology that he started to memorize way back in his freshman year of high school. It cost two dollars to use the washers and dryers and supplies cost another dollar. He sighed as he fished out extra change out of his pockets. Just as he was about to press START, a voice rang out, "Look at it go!"

Law looked over. There was a boy squatted down across from him, in front of a washer that was already washing a tremendous load of laundry. He was gleefully watching the clothes spin around like a merry-go-round. The boy couldn't have been older than fifteen.

"It's just a bunch of clothes," Law said. He must be really bored or really stupid. The chances are that he's both. "What's so intriguing about that?"

"Intrigu-what?" the boy asked. He seemed genuinely baffled and naïve.

Law was sure that he was making a face. "Laundromats are boring as hell. How old are you, kid? Go watch some cartoons or something."

"I'm nineteen!" the boy's eyes– which were large to start with – widened. The teenager looked both casual and young in his wrinkled tank top and cargo shorts. He was also barefoot. "Can't you tell?"

"Not really."

"Shoot," the teenager beamed anyway. He had a nice smile, even if it made him look too friendly. "Nobody can. Oh well! What about you?"

Why do you care? "I'm older than you."

"I see," he tapped his chin. After appearing to be deep in thought he guessed, "Forty-two?"

When people looked at Law, the first things that came to mind were that with his mysterious gray eyes and brooding features, he was attractive. Like the actor kind of handsome that not many people had. He looked dangerous, capable of getting away with murder. Everybody assumed that he was at least twenty-two when he was really twenty-six.

"That is so far off," Law scoffed. "Not even close."

"Well, you don't look fifty!" the boy cried.

"Because I'm nowhere near being that old," Law spat. "I'm twenty-six and have been all this year."

"That means that last year, you were twenty-five, right? And next year ..." the boy trailed off. "You'll be twenty-seven! Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven ..."

He sounded no older than a child. One who had just learned how to count.

By the time the boy got to forty-two, Law decided to ignore the boy. He might have been old enough to drive, but he acted like a preschooler.

Eventually, his clothes finished washing. Law grudgingly pulled each item out and placed everything into a dryer a good distance away from the teenager. Two dollars and two minutes later, he was listening to his music again.

His plans for the day were to hit the city and see what came up. Even if that meant going to some pretentious night club and watching freaky people. Law had a high alcohol tolerance and according to his friends, had never been drunk before. He hoped to keep it that way.

Suddenly, a ruckus was coming from the vending machine area.

"Ooo! They have TWINKIES."

It was him again. Law rolled his eyes for he could hear the boy over the bass and hated it. He closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip. He tried to focus on the music and nothing else but the music as he visualized his ideal life. As a successful surgeon ... and despite how annoying the boy was, he would have little impact on Law's life. Getting worked up over a snot like him would ruin his chances of becoming a surgeon.

There is still seven minutes left for my clothes to finish drying. Seven minutes left in this fucking laundromat and with this freak.

"Hey dude, do you have an extra quarter you don't need? Twinkies cost seventy-five cents, but I'm twenty-five short."

Something in Law made him say, "Yeah. Here you go." He gave him a quarter.

"Wow! Thanks!" the boy's eyes twinkled. At that exact moment, Law decided that the boy was cute. "I'll be right back!"

I bet you will. He observed the teenager with new eyes. Like most people, he was of average height and was quite thin. He walked around with aimless energy that gave Law a minor headache. How could he get around like that? And if he wasn't mistaken, the boy ate like a garbage disposal.

The teenager came back with a package of Twinkies. He greedily ripped open the plastic and picked out one of the artery-clogging pastries. "This is great. Do you eat junk food?" he asked Law with his mouth full.

"Rarely, but that's because junk food is unhealthy," Law paused. What he said next had nothing to do with anything whatsoever, but he felt like telling the boy anyway. "I live by myself."

"That must be awesome! I still live at home, with my grandpa," the boy swallowed. "On the third floor."

"Really now?" Law cocked one of his eyebrows upwards. I've never seen you before. "So ... do you come here very often?"

"Only when my grandpa lets me come here. I still have to follow the house rules. He says I really shouldn't go around talking to strangers and stuff," then the boy seemed to realize that he was talking to a stranger. "Oh. Oops!"

He started to look at Law like he was thinking about all the things that strangers could do to unsuspecting people.

"I'm not anymore. My name is Trafalgar Law. I go by as just 'Law'," he had to do some quick talking. "I also live in this building."

The boy nodded. "I'm Monkey D. Luffy. You are a good person, right?"

Was Law a good person?

Law chuckled. "Sure. Why not?"

"Oh goody! I could tell that you weren't some kind of wacko creeper or something. We should be friends!" Luffy suggested.

"I dunno," now he shrugged. He wasn't really sure what he really thought of Luffy or anything that they had in common. People like Luffy just didn't belong with people like him. For starters, he was too mature to be hanging around Luffy. "Maybe. Maybe not."

Luffy's smile dimmed down a notch. This still did not stop him from saying, "Do you want my other Twinkie?"

Law eyed the sugary pastry. "No thanks, I'll pass."

"My other friends would've probably had a heart attack by now," Luffy giggled. "I rarely ever share my food! But that's 'cause food is so delicious!"

Law, who didn't have a large appetite, said, "You should be careful. Your metabolism may be really high right now, but later on it'll slow down."

"And that means ..."

"You'll get fat," Law clarified rather bluntly.

"I don't think so. Even if that were to happen, it'd be in the future. Right now, I don't really care!"

Law tried to smile. I wonder what it'd be like to be as carefree as him. I probably wouldn't even be thinking about things like retirement or getting married or something.

"How often to you go partying?" Law changed the topic.

"Well, most of my friends live for the scene. They're night owls who don't really have any good reason to be out at crazy hours, but they want to have fun. I guess you could say I live for the scene as well, but I've never gone clubbing before. My grandpa would slaughter me if I came home drunk or something from a club. I do go to parties, though."

"Hm," Law thought of asking Luffy whether he was single. Then he decided that it would probably drive Luffy away. He had no idea what Luffy's sexuality was and realized that he urgently cared. "You should convince him to let you go clubbing. A few of the clubs here in the city aren't that bad."

"I've tried, but every time I ask he refuses. It's kind of wrong. I mean, he owns some alcohol. All these wines that I can't pronounce," Luffy admitted. "I also don't want to run into any of those wacko creepers."

Creepers are really everywhere. A creeper question would be asking the other person whether you were a creeper or not. That would have set Luffy off. Which was why Law didn't say that.

The dryer came to a hault. Law almost groaned out loud.

"Those are your clothes," Luffy told Law.

"Yeah."

"They're done drying."

"Uh huh," Law looked away. He wasn't really sure what to say next. There was nothing else to say but, "I come here every Sunday."

He had meant to say a quick good-bye. Only he wasn't quite ready to do that yet.

"I'll be here next week," Luffy blurted. Then his face gained color. "To, um, talk. I'm sure my grandpa would let me."

"Same," Law smirked as he unloaded the dryer. "To wash my clothes. And talk. Actually, I think we should do more than that."

His voice was even dirtier than a high schooler's browser history. Law hadn't meant for it to sound perverted, but Luffy took it that way.

Now Luffy was really blushing. "I, um, I'm not even sure about that!"

Law laughed. "What about Tuesday?"

"Tuesday?! Why Tuesday?"

"Tuesday seems like such a wonderful day to go get some coffee," Law explained. "I just love coffee. Do you? We should get some coffee during lunch hour on Tuesday."

"Oh," Luffy was sweating like mad. Law knew how to make people squirm. "Yeah! That's just in-between my classes at the local college."

"Swell. Remember the date," Law began to fold his clothes. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too!"

"Totally," Law faked some of his enthusiasm. I just made it sound like Luffy and I are going on an actual date. The night-time kind of date in the romantic restaurant kind of date.

He shuddered. When it came to things like relationships, Law couldn't brag about long-term relationships. Usually he cut off all relations with the person he broke up with –he had never been dumped in his entire life and he was the one who always ended each relationship.

He considered the fact that almost every one of his relationships had been based off of lust for the other person. A nice personality was one thing he liked, but having a hot body was just as good. He couldn't name one of the people he had ever dated and not had sex with.

There was some silence between the two of them and Law wondered what the other man was thinking about. The twins that had been sleeping earlier had woken up. One of them was curiously fawning over Law's tattoos. He ignored the child. Children didn't interest Law and he knew that their mom would be nagging at him.

Time is always a bitch so Law found himself staring at the piles of neatly folded laundry in his laundry basket. Luffy fidgeted. Law looked over at him.

"I'll pay you back," Luffy said bashfully. "Maybe once I get paid next week. My work schedule is all weird, which is why I work weird hours. Like who needs to buy a pack of cigarettes at one in the morning? The place never closes."

Law could name about four or five people he knew that had probably bought cigarettes at one in the morning. "S'okay. You don't have to do that."

Poor guy. He has to work the night shift. Law felt guilty for being adopted by such a wealthy family who constantly sent him money from back East. He had never even had to get a job to get the money to go to school both times he attended a college.

"No, I will," Luffy urged. There was crinkles in the corners of his eyes, he was smiling so hard. "You're my friend! And friends take care of each other!"

Law broke the warm-feelings spell my saying, "I have to get going now. I guess this is a good-bye. At least, for now."

That has to be and will always be the stupidest thing I have ever said to anybody.

"Okay," Luffy said slowly. He nodded again. "That's alright with me."

"We're still on for Tuesday, right?"

"Of course!"

His basket was under his arm again. He felt more self-conscious than he ever had in his whole life and wished that he was more charismatic. That he right words would come to his head so he could dazzle Luffy and win him right over.

"Bye."

"Bye Law! I'll pay you back as soon as I pay back all the money I owe this one taxi driver. Man, that guy hates me. Bye!"

All Law could do was flash Luffy one of his grins and wave.

Once he was a safe distance away all he wanted to do was shrivel up and die. He remembered that he had forgotten to tell Luffy what coffee shop they were to meet at.

Why do I have to be such an asshole?

When he passed some glass, Law stopped in his tracks to look at himself. He didn't look like the monster that was inside of him, but somehow he felt strange.

About fifteen hours later Law found himself surrounded by semi-intellectuals who were high on more things than drugs. Actually, they were high on life.

He scrunched his nose as this too-loud dubstep song began blaring out of the speakers. Who made the playlist? One does not simply play Skrillex after Two Door Cinema Club. To drown out his musical woes, Law took another long drag of his bummed cigarette.

Barely anybody was even dancing in the night club. The brave souls that ventured out on the dance floor must've never watched MTV before, because even Law didn't know who taught them how to dance. He had no idea how to describe the moccasin-clad girl who was flapping her arms while being in some sort of trance, her head bopping everywhere.

She wasn't as bad as the dude with the bleached hair and industrial piercings. He was being swarmed by three airheads who were hanging onto his every word. He was the bassist of the band that had performed earlier that night and pretended as if his indie group was all that and a bag of chips. Too bad he didn't realize that the only reason his band was still indie was because all of the major labels thought his music sucked.

And the girl that had decided to sit next to Law? She was another story.

There was no way that her hair was naturally pink. Who was even born with pink hair anyway? And how did she not feel uncomfortable in her backless tank top? The biggest question was how she didn't weigh as much as whale when she was eating an entire pizza by herself.

"Look at 'em. They think they're so deck by not really dancing at these things. Who does that?" she snorted.

Law was silent. He was concentrating on the stripes on the deejay's shirt.

"Hey –! I'm talking to you!"

"Oh. Sorry," he shrugged. "Honestly, I thought tonight would actually be fun. Now, I think it's crap. There's all these hipster types here."

She guffawed good-naturedly. She had such an aggravating laugh to match her high-pitched voice. "You dig clubs?"

"Only this one," Law was tempted to ask her if she wanted a beer. "Do you drink?"

"Soda."

"I meant–"

"Beer tastes like urine. Not that I've ever tasted urine. The people that drink it smell like it and so does their sweat. They stink as much as the people who always smoke."

Law was taught that smoking was harmful to your body and how it could ruin your lungs, et cetra, et cetra. There was times when he just really needed a smoke.

"I'm studying to be a surgeon, though I did have to go back to school for that."

Ironically.

Another laugh. She looked even prettier when she smiled. "You're deck. My name is Jewelry Bonney. My dream is to be a food critic."

The soon-to-be surgeon and food critic hit it off just like that. Soon enough, they were talking about random topics like politics (they were both pretty liberal), where to get the best clothes ("Everywhere but Abercrombie!"), and even sexuality.

"I'm straight," Bonney told him. "I've had a few boyfriends before."

"I'm–" Law stopped himself. He couldn't believe he was about to lie about something serious like that. "I'm actually bisexual."

He knew that some people had things against bisexual people. So what? Bonney could think whatever she wanted to.

"That's hot," she said. "Bisexual guys are sexy as fuck. It's the lesbians that just creep me out, though."

"Really? Wow. That really makes no sense. It's just something you're born with, but don't realize it until one day, you just ... do. You can't just look at somebody like they're suffering from a terminal disease just because of the person they love. And I thought you were a liberal!"

She considered this. "True."

Law smiled –it was a real smile. "That's hot."

Two hours, twenty-two drinks (Law had to do a lot of convincing to get Bonney to drink), and several conversations later Law knew that him and Bonney were starting to get drunk.

Her phone number was written on him arm in Sharpie. He felt good, even though that he knew that he probably looked terrible. Law had given up on leaving early and was proud of his choice to stay.

"... and then I said how he was going to get FAT from eating all that damn junk food," Law's speech was slurred. "He was such a queer, I just wanted to fuck him then and there. But no ... rules say you can't do that in public!"

"Rules don't outlaw the other kinds of sex!" Bonney howled. Her appearance looked messier, but he liked her that way. "Oh m'God. If those kids I used to go to school with saw me now, they'd send me to one of those rubber rooms where they stick the psychos in. Law, we have to be put away in one of those. I think that's going to be our final destination!"

Law raised his glass, which he clinked with hers with good cheer.

"Whatever, man. Society expects too much out of us. First, they tell us to act like adults. Then they get mad when we act mature. How are we supposed to act?" Bonney went on. "I wonder how babies feel about shit like that."

"Aw, screw the kids. Who has time for that anyway? I never, ever want to have kids."

"Who was time for that stuff?"

"Some loser."

"Horny people."

He eyed her. Drunk or not, he could tell when a person was blushing. He smirked while her mouth opened. She was too slow, he beat her into saying, "You are so horny right now, it's not even funny anymore."

"Huh? ME? I'm the horny one? Tsk. You are the definition of horny," Bonney claimed.

"I am not –"

He never finished that sentence. Bonney held him closer by pulling him by his shirt to kiss him. When their lips touched, a warm feeling settled in his stomach. Her lips felt so soft compared to his own and he wanted to be like that forever. She smelled nothing like pizza and though her mouth tasted like beer, there was some kind of sweetness behind the alcohol. Everything about Bonney was almost better than every fantasy Law had ever had.

Law felt like she was driving the kiss – which was not alright with him. He forced his tongue through her teeth so that their tongues met and danced like the manic pixie dream girls on the dance floor. Law closed his eyes in pure bliss. His head could've been filling up with oatmeal and he still wouldn't have cared.

His lips continued to linger on hers and the two must've stayed like that for almost an entire minute.

"Law," she panted through the kiss. "You are so edible."

Edible. That was a new compliment.

When they separated, a trail of saliva connected their grinning faces.

"I think we should bail," Law suggested. "Is my place alright with you?"

"Anyplace, as long as I'm with you."

"Come on," he let his cigarette slip out of his hands so he could take her hands into his own. "Let's go somewhere."

So what? I just spent $30 on cigarettes and drinks, but I still have her.

Life was good. Until it hit him: How would him and Bonney get to his apartment, which was fifteen blocks away from his apartment and Law didn't have enough money for a taxi? To make matters worse, the two of them were boozed.

Maybe it was the beer, but he suddenly had a headache.

"We'll walk. If we see any cops, we can pretend like we're married or something. Too bad we don't have any rings. Ha!" Bonney yelled.

At least the October night was mild. Since the city they lived in had sky-scrappers and light pollution, he couldn't see any stars but her.

Navigating the streets was easier than he thought they would be when he wasn't sober. There was signs and lights everywhere, a sense of intelligence that only large cities had. Everything was under control.

Familiar buildings soon came into sight. The grocery store where Law always bought his groceries at. An anime shop where all the otakus worshiped Uzumaki Naruto. The coffee shop Law had forgotten to tell Luffy about.

He could see a large clock on the side of major bank. The clock claimed it was past midnight. Which meant that his first class started in less than ten hours, he was going to go home with a drunk girl, and that he was drunk himself.

To make matters worse, Bonney just had to ask for five dollars to buy a pack of cigarettes.

"Please, Law? I'm just dying for a cigarette!" she exclaimed.

Law ran a hand through his own hair. He gave Bonney his last five dollar bill, which she happily snatched from his hands with a peck on his left cheek.

"I'll go with you. Only freaky people are out and about right now."

The two of them stepped into the next convenience store they came across. The Sunday/Monday had chains across the country and bragged about always being open. They even had them back East.

Ow. Florescent lights made Law wince. He shielded his hands over his eyes and gave his face a good rub. The things I do to get laid these days.

Bonney was pointing at the brand of cigarettes she wanted.

"Ma'am, could you please tell me which brand you'd like?" a sickeningly familiar voice made Law come to his senses.

It was Luffy. Luffy worked at the Sunday/Monday.

"The kind with the stupid camel on them," Bonney replied vaguely.

"There is several kinds from that brand."

Law started to look for a place to hide. Luffy cannot see me like this, Luffy cannot see me with some girl I literally picked up from a night club. Being drunk complicates life.

"The ones that you light up to smoke," Bonney laughed hysterically. "They cost less than five dollars! My boyfriend gave me the money. I'll tell you, he's really hot."

Law couldn't see Luffy's expression.

"Um, okay? I guess I'll just give you the original kind."

"Is that more than five dollars?!"

"No, it's–"

"Hey, Law, come and give me some more cash! This kid doesn't get the fact that I want some cheap cigarettes!"

You whore!

"Law?" Luffy's surprised voice echoed throughout the store. "Law, where are you? Do you know this lady?"

By that time, Law was hiding behind a display. Since it was a cowardly thing to do, he shamefully stood up and faced Luffy. "Yeah. I do."

"You two look ... do I smell beer?"

"That would be the stuff we drank," Bonney spoke up. "I told him drinking was bad. Some people sweat beer. Bitches have charisma and that's what always gets me. Now are you going to give me my ghetto cancer sticks or not?"

The look Law gave Luffy was an oh-my-gosh-what-kind-of-mess-have-I-gotten-myself-into? kind of look.

Luffy gingerly took the money as he rang up Bonney's purchase. When he did so Law saw that Luffy looked sullen and disappointed.

He must really think that Bonney and I are going out! We are so NOT a couple. I know Luffy probably thinks I'm some kind of pimp right now.

Bonney barely noticed. She began giggling before she let out the longest burp Law had ever heard.

"Is she okay?" Luffy's eyebrows narrowed. "How drunk are you two?"

"I spent every dollar I had tonight," Law confessed.

"Dang."

What Luffy did next would be something that Law wished he was sober enough to remember for the rest of his life.

Luffy didn't reach for the telephone and call the cops. He didn't start yelling or kick them out of the store. No. He fished around the front counter until he found a key.

"We have a storage room in the back where you two can stay until my shift is over. I'm sorry, but I'd hate it if you two got arrested or even worse. But hold on," he craned his head around as if looking for somebody. "Hey, Usopp! Where are you?"

A boy about Luffy's height and age emerged from behind an aisle. "What's up? Wait – WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE?!"

"They're some of my friends! Or at least, one of them is my friend and the girl is a friend of that friend. They need a place to hang out for awhile so I thought it would be great if they could do that in our storage room. Don't worry –they're good people. Could you please take over for a few minutes?"

"Sure. Maybe then I'll get a raise," Usopp snorted. Even Law laughed at that. "You hear that, Buggy? Give me and Luffy a raise!"

"Luffy, you don't have to do this," Law kept his voice low. He didn't want to cause any problems for Luffy and Usopp, especially over one of his bad choices. Trafalgar Law didn't need to depend on other people. "My apartment isn't so far away from here."

"Remember what I said earlier?" Luffy grinned. "'Friends take care of each other!' I'm really serious about that."

"I don't even know what to say!" Bonney hooted. "Really, I really don't."

"Man ... thank you," Law smiled slowly. "I owe you, big time."

"It's nothing. Besides, my manager is such a lazy clown and he always sleeps. He's such a slob. Buggy won't give us a hard time," Luffy rolled his eyes.

Bonney and Law followed Luffy past the aisles and behind the freezers. Law was aware of the fact that he kept stumbling everywhere and had probably been walking like that for quite some time. Or maybe Earth's gravity had changed. Maybe it was Bonney who was tripping up on him.

Luffy opened a door to a dusty room that was about the size of Law's apartment. Boxes and cartons were strewn everywhere – some open, some closed. Some new, some old. There was also things like seasonal decorations and cleaning supplies. He flicked the light on and a weak light bulb provided enough lighting for Law to see the cobwebs near the ceiling.

At that exact moment, he would have given anything to be a spider. High and away from the world, truly a dreamer.

"We have some chairs somewhere in here. I'll get us some water bottles, too! My manager won't even notice. If you two want, you can turn on the fan ... I don't care, as long as you guys are comfortable."

Bonney leaned over to Law. "Either that guy is out of his mind or he's some kind of saint."

"I met him yesterday," Law blinked hard. "I'm pretty sure it was yesterday ... I think."

Luffy soon came back with what he had promised. Bonney turned on the fan.

"So," Bonney said.

"So," Luffy repeated.

Law cleared his throat. "So what time is it?"

Luffy pulled out his phone and unlocked it. "One fifty-two in the morning and I have three new Kik messages, nine new emails, and one missed phone call. Shucks. My shift ends at four. Why?"

He sighed. "My first class starts in almost seven hours. I'm either going to have to be late or go to school with a bad hangover or not go at all. Either one of those choices would look bad."

"How important is school to you?" Luffy asked as he opened his water bottle.

"It's practically my life. It symbolizes freedom for me and is my future."

"Do you get good grades?"

"Not to brag or anything, but my grades are some of the best in the class."

"Would skipping hurt you?"

He cannot be suggesting that I skip something as important as school. "I don't know because I've never skipped before," he admitted.

It got quiet.

"Somebody's screeewed!" Bonney burped to fill in for her silence.

"Or maybe not," Luffy gave her a small frown. Then his gaze returned to Law. "We could lie and say that you might be running late. In the meantime, you could at least have a few hours of sleep."

"What! There is no way–" Law protested, but was interrupted.

"It's probably really hard to be taken seriously when you have a hangover and smell like beer," Luffy folded his arms across his chest.

"He's not drunk!" Bonney commented. This contradicted with what she had said earlier. "Law can go to school and play doctor anyway!"

For the first time in his life Law seemed to have been beaten by somebody younger, less intelligent, and less experienced than himself. By a nineteen-year-old in the storage room of a convenience store in the middle of the night.

"Fine. I'll figure something out. But how is your excuse supposed to work?" Law asked.

When Luffy chuckled, Law realized that his life was about to become far more complicated than it already was.