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[ Not too long before the draftees are returned to Luceti, all snug and cosily tucked in their beds (or in random and embarrassing drop-off points in the enclosure – whatever works), a figure cloaked and hooded in black staggers into the village. Weaving like he’s dead drunk – reality? Dead tired – he occasionally trips and catches himself…

… and then…

… and then just faceplants in a snow drift when it becomes one trip too many. He’s just going to just stay there for a moment. He feels like shit.]

Ughhhhh.

[Yeah. That’s enough of that. Picking himself up and dusting himself off, the figure reveals himself to be Trafalgar Law, freshly returned from one month full of missions.

Armed to the teeth. Worn to the bone and bleary eyed. And apparently lei’d.

… no, you aren’t imagining things - there is a tacky plastic floral garland hanging around his neck. Like you’d get on some cheap tropical vacation.

Don’t you dare suggest he’s been on one, folks.

And when he looks around, finally registering the Christmas lights and the general emptiness of the village, he mutters…]

Oi… what I’d miss?

[Go ahead. Spoil his ~~triumphant~~ tired return and tell him about all the draftees about to drop in. The draftees that possibly and quite probably need medical attention.

It isn’t like he desperately wants to find a bed and get some sleep. And it isn’t like he desperately needs that sleep either.

Not at all.]

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[He grins and helps Law stand upright, half carrying him to the bar. He pauses, though, and shakes his head.]

It's fine. Got it under control Oh, that reminds me, though. Blackbeard went home. So this place just a whole lot better.

[DOO DEE DOO IGNORING THE DRAAAAAFT because drinking is better.]

[One moment... PROCESSING THIS...]

[Fuck. YES.]

Good riddance.

[Let's buy the bar a round!!!

.. oh wait. Village of no damn money.

Right.]

[Doesn't solve the problem of him back home.

But.

One thing at a time.

BOOZE.]

Tell me about it later, then.

[WHICH MEANS YOU'RE NOT OFF THE HOOK, ACE. The interrogation has just been postponed.

We have far more important matters to deal with.]

Sure thing. For now though, [Juts his thumb in the direction of the bar.] you need booze, dammit.

[He smirks, though.] I'm glad that piece of shit's gone, too.

Please tell me there was a party when you found out he left. [He allows himself to be steered to the bar.] If anything, that's a reason to celebrate.

[Or if not, right now is a perfectly logical time to have one too.]

Well.....Franky left, and then Vivi went missing. No one was really in the mood for a party.

Hell, wanna have one now, though? I've been itchin' to since he left.

Oh.

I see.

[And yeah... that's how it goes. He doesn't like how it feels... that he's so used to it now. Like he's used to so much of crap that goes on here. Comfortably numb.]

Hell yes. [Best idea. ever.]

[He silently nods.]

C'mon you. [He opens the door to the bar.] You need good booze and food.

Mmhmm. Coming.

[And judging by that eloquent response...?

Chances are he's going to pull a you and faceplant right into his food.]

[he'll make sure you don't choke or do something stupid like that.

Ordering some rum for the both of them and a plate of warm food.]

Enjoy.

Thank you.

[m*_*m That smells so good. Trying not to drool. Succeeding only barely.

Attacking that food like it's the first proper meal he's had in days.

(It is)]

Anytime. [Ace just grins and digs into his own meal and chugging down that rum. He glances to Law.]

How is it?

Mmm. [He slows enough to get a few words out between bites.] Best thing I've tasted in forever.

Glad you're enjoying it!

[He raises his glass.] Kanpai.

Kanpai. [Clink. He raises his and lightly taps it against Ace's in a toast.

And then it's down to the serious business of boozing.

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.]

[He chuckles, downing his own glass. He then turns back to Law.]

So, was the mission very bad?

The missions... weren't great, I'll tell you that. Things weren't good up in the mountains, and worse in the jungles. I wouldn't say things are going well for them on the war front - there was shipment after shipment of wounded during my stay.

What the Third Party wasn't getting, disease was. They had us running at all hours. [The Malnosso coffee had been full of stims... double edge sword there... it upped him but he could never get back down fast enough. And like hell he was going to ask for depressants.]

Same deal at Sirry Craigs. Our commander kept us moving. We never camped for more than a few hours.

Shit.....that sounds tough. Good job sticking through it.

[He pats him on the back.] As your reward, you'll get all the booze and food you want.

Awesome...

[And this? This is the moment where he wobbles and nearly loses consciousness right here and now and faceplants down.

Into food that's pretty much finished anyway.

Thankfully though, he doesn't and hangs on.

Good thing Marco's on his way to fetch him and whisk him to a bed, huh?]

[He just sort of....watches his almost faceplant into the food. And has to suppress his laughter.]

Maybe you should get some sleep first.

Maybe that would be a good idea...

[Slurring now]

Think Mister Marco's coming.

[Pats him on the back.]

Stuff your face after you sleep. He should be here soon.

Mmhm.

[And soon he is and Law is whisked home.

Just... the wrong home.]

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