Notes: Reposted from where it was posted in a way I didn't really like it. Prompted from a drabble request prompt on my RP Tumblr.

Sanji paused. He was just drunk enough—not so much that he'd start slurring his words— but far enough along that he was saying things he normally wouldn't. Staring down at the glass clenched tightly in two hands, he chanced a glance at Zoro. The shit head was chugging down his own bottle and had some dripping out of his mouth, down his chin before slithering across his neck. Sanji watched the track of liquid for a moment before tossing back the rest of his drink with a grimace.

He set the glass on his knee, his legs where crossed under him while Zoro was sprawled out against the wall—one leg propped up close to his chest. Swallowing, Sanji stared off into the distance—watching the calm sea under the moonlight.

"I don't hate you," He said out of nowhere. Zoro paused, pulling the bottle back from his lips but didn't look at him.

"I know I act like I do, you just piss me off so fucking much sometimes," Sanji continued. "Between your manners, your shitty attitude, the fact that you don't know when to fucking quit and your shitty green hair—well, that all pisses me off. Not to mention how you act around women is just barbaric and your table manners—you'd deserve a wooden spoon across your face if it wasn't an insult to the spoon.."

Zoro's frown deepened and he opened his mouth to say something, probably something stupid, but Sanji cut him off.

"But I don't hate you," He mumbled in a softer tone. "You're brave, strong, loyal, you're not as bad on the eyes as I say, you know how to handle situations that I would be a fish outta water in—" Sanji rubbed the top of his head and looked down at the deck, feeling his cheeks redden. "You can't walk in a straight line without getting lost, but you can find and take down your enemy like a trained assassin…

You're a great nakama. We're—I'm lucky to have you as nakama."

Sanji was finished speaking and neither of them said a word for a few moments. Zoro reached across and poured some of his drink into Sanji's glass. Looking up at him, Sanji stared at his face which may have had a tinge of pink but that could be a trick of the moonlight.

Pretending like nothing was said—but knowing it was—they went back to their drinking in a comfortable silence.