One Piece and its characters belong to Eiichiro Oda. Mirim, Mirai and Arata belong to TWP.

The Moby Dick was filled with rowdy drunks, cheers and vulgar songs echoed in the air in celebration of new crewmembers, said newbies being the loudest and drunkest, well, with the exception of the green haired girl who had one pirate in a headlock while greedily gulping down the rest of her booze, much to the amusement to the rest of the crew. This was the second fight she had gotten into the last few hours, the first having happened in the afternoon, right after they had started partying for their new comrades with one of the new crewmembers.

"You ghive uhp?" She tried her best not to slur, but it proved to be futile. The only consolation was that the pirate she had in a headlock nodded vigorously, face dangerously blue as he gasped for air before she released him. He fell to the ground coughing and trying his best to get air back in his lungs, having the help of a friend who patted his back. He glared at the girl who ignored him, either on purpose or because she was drunk out of her mind.

"I win!" Mirim shouted gleefully, throwing her arms up in the air in a victory pose, ignoring the booze she sent raining over the pirates close to her. "I'm sho awesome!" She kept on yelling as she danced, or rather stumbled, around as she basked in her victory. The men who watched laughed as she tripped over a foot which was stuck out in front of her and the volume only heightened as she did not even attempt at catching herself when she fell flat on her face. The scowl on her face did nothing to quell the laughter, seeing as her nose was an angry red from its intimate meeting with the wooden floor. It was just too ridiculous to look at, none of the crewmembers felt threatened. She turned towards Marco, hoping for some support, but one look at the commander told her that he was one of the men who laughed the most, as usual. Seriously, the moment she began to drink he stopped protecting her and just started to laugh at her.

"Assh-hic-holes!" She glowered as she, with great difficulty, managed to get up on her feet. The world spun and she cursed the ocean right then.

"Schtupid waves mahking the ship rock." She growled as she stumbled away from the party, walking in zig-zag as her comrades blinked owlishly after her before erupting into laughter again. The ocean was completely calm, the Moby Dick was not even rocking in the slightest. Oh the girl was always the best amusement when she had a bit too much to drink, there was no denying that. Mirim continued on though, her pride absolutely refusing her to lean against the walls or even use the railing as support as she left the party, grumbling beneath her breath about drunk pirates, stupid big brothers and stupid waves making it ridiculously hard to stay on her feet until she walked straight into someone's back.

"Uff, what the 'ell?" She rubbed her sore and throbbing nose before looking up to meet Ace's surprised face. He knew her name, she was one of the many who had found amusement in his attempt at taking out Whitebeard, he just couldn't recall it at the moment. What was her name, come on he knew her name, she was one of the few women who weren't a part of the nurse-pack for god's sake…

"Mirim, right?" She squinted at him, trying to place a name to his face, but while she had been watching his assassination attempts at her captain for months she was too drunk to remember his name at the moment and instead focused on the fact that he was a new crewmember, not present at the party which were held in his and his friends honor, and that he did not look nearly drunk enough for her taste.

"What are you doin' here? The party's over there, dumass… dumbie… dumbassh." That last attempt at an insult was close enough and she crossed her arms.

"Just enjoying the fresh air…" He said but trailed off as he saw how unsteady she was on her feet. Was she going to fall over? She looked dangerously close to lose consciousness, as drunk as she was. The red flush dusting her cheeks and golden eyes unfocused was all signs that she was not exactly okay. Hell, she had trouble standing straight becausewaves which did not even exist rocked the ship too hard.

"You okay?" He asked carefully, seeing how the red flush intensified on her cheeks and her eyes narrowed. Maybe she was an angry drunk.

"Pfft, I'm fhine!" She said as she almost fell over the railing. He jumped forward to grab her, but she waved him off, attempting to casually lean on the wood she glared angrily at. "Schtupid waves." Ace was not sure whether he should laugh or worry about her finally falling into the ocean. He sure as hell could not save her, as he had devoured a Devil Fruit and thus lost the ability to swim. When she suddenly turned quiet and actually stood still, looking out over the ocean with a dreamy gaze he was reminded of the night he overheard her and Whitebeard talking about her own parents. The green haired girl was a lot like him, having had mothers who gave up their lives so that they could live on…

He wondered if she had been as hateful towards the world as he had been when she was a kid.

He looked up from his deep thoughts as he heard the volume of the crew's cheers grew louder and a small smile tugged his lips.

Probably not.

She had been surrounded by a cheerful crew who loved her dearly, and had raised her as one of their own, while he had been with mountain bandits who, admittedly had taken care of him until he was strong enough to take care of himself. Well, he would lie if he said he missed Dadan and the bandits but… they had done a lot for him, in the end. Still, there was one thing he and this girl had in common.

"We're kinda the same, you know." He said and rested his arm on the railing. She looked up at him, brows furrowed as she struggled to follow him. "The both of us…" How to best breach the subject? He had seen the girl in action, it didn't take much to rile her up, to piss her off on such a scale even he wanted to run away. Maybe talking about this while she was drunk was not a wise move? Maybe he should wait until the next day? But he really wanted it out of his system. He was not feeling particularly cheery at all, he needed to talk to someone, not finish the bottle he held in his hands. Mirim stared at him, the flush having died down a bit and she seemed to actually be listening, as if she wasn't drunk out of her mind. Maybe she had sobered up, maybe she knew what he was talking about…

Mirim stared at the boy in front of her. She was really sure she knew his name, but couldn't recall it, for the life of her she couldn't remember a single name. It annoyed her and it was hard to keep up with what he was saying. Though when he said that they were the same she wondered if maybe he was more drunk than she had thought him to be. Maybe he could just hide it well. There were two possibilities though: Either he was just blind and stupid or he was really drunk. She opted to believe the latter. Still, she needed to clear this confusion up, before he said something stupid to the others which she didn't want them to hear. After all, the boy was in the second division, the same one she aimed to join. She couldn't allow there to be stupid people in that division. Ace was about to dismiss the whole conversation when suddenly-

"Pfffft!" She began laughing. "We're not the same, dummy!" He was thrown off balance by her sudden declaration and felt rather indignant that she had just laughed at him. Then her hands moved to her chest and squeezed. His eyes bulged out and he did a double-take, gaping at her.

"I've got boobs, you don't, silly boy… man… thing… man." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Well, it was, but that wasn't what he had meant when he told her that they were the same kind of people, nope, not at all.

"You're drunk Freckles!" She declared then. "No more booze for you!" She grabbed the bottle and yanked it out of his hands, chugging down on what little was left before she grabbed his belt-buckle, ignoring the droplets which trailed down her chin as she proceeded to drag him back to the party. She also ignored the hands which held a tight grip on her own, trying to stop her from yanking the belt off of the man she dragged.

He wore the belts for a reason!