I did it again, edited something in the first chapter! Well, couldn't help it, now I like it way better:) WARNING: descriptive sex scenes, violence, language! As you may noticed the f-word is probably my favorite word... Enjoy, and leave a review! love you all :*

Zoro sat at the bar, around his tenth drink, dozing off to the slow beat and the murmurs of the people surrounding him. Suddenly he felt something, something he usually only felt in an intense fight: The feeling that his opponent was going to strike with all his force. It was like his sixth sense.

He was awake immediately. But nothing had changed, Luffy was still laughing hard about a story Usopp had told, Franky was still gone with some nasty looking chick with weird square hair and Kidd just sat over his drink, frowning. Nothing had been amiss.

Zoro decided it was time for a bathroom break and he made his way through the crowd. The intense feeling someone was on his back never left him.

When stepped out of the bathroom, back into the smoky air of the main floor, he saw him. He was looking straight at him, those incredible deep blue eyes piercing through his skull. Other than the intense blue eyes of the man he had noticed his blond hair, one strand covering his right eye. Another thing he noticed were his eyebrows – they were curly. Fucking curly eyebrows.

He stared at the stranger for a few seconds, but then the blond guy just disappeared. Zoro searched the entire club, he even asked the bouncers, described the fucking curly brow to them, but no one had a clue.

He left the club twitchy and anxious.

Zoro wiped the sweat from his brow and looked up from his work. He was standing right in the middle of the infamous Galleya-Shipyard and was working on a wooden ship.

He had been a worker for the Galleya-Company since Luffy, Ace and him came across Shanks, who had heard about their little weapon deals and street fights, and offered a job to them: Join the Galleya-Company, get paid good money, have a real home and decent meals.

Luffy agreed immediately. They had been nothing but a bunch of kids living on the streets, selling guns and occasionally drugs to pay the rent for their shitty room and some food. Ace had been a little suspicious in the beginning, but that was just his nature. And if Luffy had made up his mind, nobody could stop him, not even Ace.

They all started working for the Company. During the day they built ships, instructed by Eisberg and Franky, the men in charge of the ship building branch of the Company.

At night the Galleya-Company was lead by Shanks. He was the boss of the underground branch. They made most of their money dealing weapons, they stayed clear of drugs.

Luffy, Ace and Zoro had become pretty fast accustomed to the company. Their payment was really decent and the other workers were like a family to them.

The old apartment complex on the Galleya grounds where they were all living in was called: "The Sunny", since Eisberg once painted a sun on it. Shanks had asked him what that shit had been for. Eisberg had answered: 'To lighten the mood.' Shanks had just laughed at it, but Kalifa, the secretary, had declared Eisberg a nut job. Eisberg's witty reply had been shrugged off with the words: 'That's sexual harassment.'

"The Sunny" contained a huge gym in the basement, on the first floor a large living room with a bar and an open kitchen. The other stories were for their bedrooms with separate bathrooms.

Zoro loved "The Sunny". It was the closest he ever got to a real home. He enjoyed living with the always laughing brothers, he liked having the other workers around, especially Usopp, Chopper and Franky, they were kind of fun to hang around – and they always got his back, day and night.

His other nakama Kidd, Khoza, and Lucci were another story. They were his nakama, but Lucci and Kidd were just cold. And cold in the sense of creepy, dangerous, don't-come-to-close-or-you'll-get-really-hurt kind of cold. Still, sometimes he could even enjoy hanging around Kidd or Lucci, they were family after all.

Khoza was nice, but he was a little too politically involved. He was talking about social revolutions and shit. He wasn't the right person for this kind of activism; he enjoyed his swords, his training and a good fuck. Occasionally some heavy liquor, too.

Speaking of liquor, he really needed a bottle, right now. It wasn't even noon yet, but he didn't care. Just some quick gulps to keep his mind of spinning around this face – no, not going there. Time for a little liquor break.

"Oi, Kidd!"

"What?"

"Can you cover for me real quick? I'm off."

"Sure."

That's why he liked Kidd. He was easy to work with, didn't talk much, and the fucker loved to beat the shit out of metal – with his bare hands. Kidd sure got his respect.

Zoro turned his back to the flaming red haired man, who worked with his heavy fur coat even in the bright midday heat. He shrugged, none of his business, not his place to judge, since he was running around with his swords all day long. He just took them off if he left the shipyard for a bar.

He headed over to the "Sunny" and sneaked inside. The large living room area was empty so he went straight for the bar. He helped himself to a bottle of whiskey, he didn't notice the brand, brands didn't matter.

He took some gulps from the bottle and he immediately felt better. He let the liquor burn through his system, enjoying the slight buzz he got for a few seconds.

"Zoro!" Usopp cried from the top of the stairs. "What are you doing here? Are you drinking?"

"Shut up, Usopp."

"No shit, Zoro, you shouldn't be drinking right now, I understand, I mean, you can drink way more than a normal person-" Usopp made his way down the stairs. "You know, once I drank a whole barrel of whiskey and I got in a police search and they-"

"Shut up, Usopp."

"Are you in a bad mood or something?"

"What do you think?"

"You are really out of it, shit, Zoro, half a Captain Morgan before noon is pretty fucked up, even for you."

Zoro just grunted. Whatever Longnose was saying.

"Tell me, what bothers you?" asked Usopp. That kid seriously didn't know when to shut his face.

"What is bothering Zoro?" Luffy just showed up. Fucking great, now he had no other choice than telling. Luffy was fucking persistent, not even Lucci got a chance of withstanding this kid and his damn persistence.

Luffy went over to the fridge and started raiding its contents. He was currently munching something that looked like a raw tuna fish. In addition to that he got another huge chunk of ham out of the fridge and walked over to the bar to sit on top of it.

"What bothers you, Zoro?"

Zoro got some chunks of tuna or ham spitted in his face, he couldn't tell. He growled.

"It's nothing. I just didn't get to fuck some nice ass lately."

"Whoa! Too much information! That's gross, Zoro!" screamed Usopp.

"I told you, shut it, Longnose."

Luffy said nothing; he just sat there picking his nose after he finished munching his meat. After a few seconds of silent observing he hopped down and got really close to Zoro's personal space. "It's someone special, right?"

"REALLY? ZORO IS IN LOVE?"

"SHUT IT, LONGNOSE!"

"Nah, he's not in love, not yet, I can tell." Fuck, Luffy was too damn observing right now. That was definitely the wrong time for some of his brighter moments. Why couldn't he be ignorant like any other day? Luffy was supposed to be oblivious, especially when it came down to sexual interactions or other types of romantic relationships.

"So who is it?"

"Nobody. It's just a face. I've seen if for like five seconds, then it was gone."

"You are so out of it, just because of a face?"

"That's what I'm saying. Just because of some fucking face I've seen at the club last night."

"What did he look like?"

"Blue eyes, blond hair."

"Like Paulie?"

"No."

"Like who?"

"Like no one you know. Or I know. I probably won't see that face again."

Suddenly Shanks busted through the door: "Oi, slobs, back to work! Lunch time is over! Zoro, you drunk, give me that bottle!"

Nobody bothered telling Shanks that it wasn't lunch time for another hour. Or that he was twice the alcoholic Zoro was. But Shanks wasn't a day person, as long as he was bright at night, nobody gave a shit.

Later that night Zoro, Luffy, Usopp, Franky and Kidd went out to the "Arabasta", a bar and a nightclub just down the road from the shipyard. They all had worked the day shift and that meant working at the yard, building ships. Night shifts meant dealing and fighting with Shanks. Zoro preferred night shifts, but when he worked day shifts he got to go down to the "Arabasta".

The club "Arabasta" was some weird mixture form 1001 Arabian nights, a strip club and a traditional harbor workers shack. The booze was cheap, the girls were easy, the music not too annoying. Just fine in Zoro's eyes. And yeah, it was an unofficial gay bar. So pretty much something for every taste, just a little darker and dirtier than the other clubs downtown. Out here nobody bothered with passed out figures lying on the streets, or some hookers working on the parking lot, or some drug deals.

"Arabasta" was still a pretty popular club, even if it was located in this shabby industrial area.

Chopper, Khoza, Ace and Lucci had to work with Shanks tonight. So it was Zoro left alone with the morons. Well, Kidd wasn't exactly a moron, but he usually took off after the first drink they shared together and was looking either for a fight or some dude he could fuck.

The bouncers let them in without even a second glance; they were regulars. The club was busy tonight, yeah, it was Friday night, Zoro remembered. The place was crowded and their small group fought their way through the mass of dancing and intoxicated drunks to their usual spot in the back of the bar.

They ordered their first round of shots. It was tradition that they would drink the first round together. After that everybody could do whatever or whoever they want. But most nights they would stick together, or just leave for half an hour to let some steam out either back in the parking lot or in the shabby bathrooms. If they would actually bother spending some money on their fucks, then they would get to use the slightly nicer rooms upstairs, but at least Zoro never did. He looked good enough to get his dick sucked for free.

Fuck, yeah. He wanted his dick sucked, preferably by that blond face he spotted in the crowd yesterday night. Maybe that was the reason why he was zooming out of their conversation and searching the room with his eyes.

Usopp and Franky were currently talking about same super awesome way to modify the motor of some ship – Zoro stopped listening. Not his topic. He wasn't interested in boats. He built them to work out and to earn money. Not to worship them, but Franky and Usopp regularly fell in love with their work. Kidd downed his second shot and took off, probably searching for a fight or fuck.

Same thing I should be doing, Zoro thought.

Luffy started ordering food at the bar, Zoro believed they just put a menu up for the D-Brothers who visited this place regularly – and just because they would cause serious havoc if they were hungry. A fact the club owner had discovered rather quickly. Now he was making good money with the insatiable hunger of the brothers.

Zoro ordered his third shot. He felt a little buzz, he wondered why; usually he needed a whole bottle to get to this stage, weird. But then he remembered he started drinking around noon this day. He did never stop so far. No surprise.

He let his eyes wander. He had irrational hope to see that face again. He hadn't told Luffy and Usopp the whole story what had happened last night.

Why did this fucking curly brow face have such a huge impact on his life? It was just a fucking face. It was just a fucking face. He kept on repeating this mantra in his head, till he was down at his tenth drink. Or was it his twelfth? He guessed he lost count long before that. This drink felt like his fucking fiftieth this night. He was drunk by now. Not a stage he was used to, but who gave a shit?

Luffy had finished eating; he was now bouncing on the dance floor and scaring the dancing crowd away around him. Yeah, a dancing Luffy would probably cause some serious damage.

"Oi, Usopp, Franky, get Luffy off the dance floor."

"Why me? I have the I-can't-get-on-the-dance-floor-or-I-get-fever-dise ase-"

"Shut it, Longnose."

"Come on, Usopp-san, this is going to be super fun! I have those super new dance moves to try out! SUPER!"

Zoro wondered why Franky was so successful at picking up women. Seriously, this dude was wearing really short shorts and a really out of taste Hawaii shirt. Even he could tell it was ugly. And in addition to Franky's ridiculous clothes he was screaming "SUPER!" all the time. No shit. He watched with slight interest how Usopp tried to stop Luffy damaging the dance floor, than his eyes followed Franky's movements; he already got two chicks to move with him.

He groaned. It was time for another drink. Without Ace or Chopper he felt a little lonely. Luffy, Usopp and Franky were great, but after a whole week of working and partying he was eager for a change of schedule.

It wasn't even that late, but Zoro felt like leaving. He had watched the entire crowd for curly-brow, and each time he'd spotted some blond hair his heart would speed up, but he's been disappointed each time the person had turned around. No blues eyes as deep and thoughtful as the night before. No fucking curly-brow. Literally.

He got up, paid his tap and was ready to leave, when some stranger just bumped rather rough right in his back. Angry he turned around. "Watch the fuck out where you're going, you fuck-"

He didn't finish his sentence. It got stuck in his throat.

He stared right in the face of a really angered blond man, with incredible deep blue eyes and one visible curly eyebrow.

Fuck.