ledbythewind | APPOINTMENTS POST

Was it that obvious?

You did say you learned from the best~!

[He laughs again.]

That I did, and I can't think of anyone who knows more about alcohol than her.

Not only alcohol, but navigation and fashion and thievery and coyness and--!! [And so it goes on and on. Rest assured, Sanji manages to list what is probably the most comprehensive list of Nami's greatest (and worst) traits by the time the drinks arrive. Th chef unwittingly picks up his glass of Romulan Ale without a pause, not bothering to look at it]

-- and kindness and forcing us all into debt and kicking shitty skeletons in the head and--!! [A pause to take a nice long drink--]

[If this were a manga or anime (let us not examine that statement too closely), this would be the part where Sanji would do a spit-take in order to preserve his internal organs. Or something. Unfortunately, that's not what happens. He's so startled by the powerful, almost rancid taste in his mouth that he swallows the entire mouthful, and it shoots a jolt down his spine right before his head smacks against the table.

... But hey, he stopped talking.]

[... well. THAT was an interesting response, though not entirely surprising. It's been fairly obvious that Sanji has a thing for Nami for... pretty much the entirety of the time that Richard has known him. It's not as if Sanji keeps it a secret or anything, after all. No, he's pretty open about his love for the ladies, especially Nami. It's kind of cute in a way. Richard will just be quiet and let him list away, occasionally punctuating said list with a "mm" or a nod...

... and then he gulps the ale and Richard isn't sure whether to laugh or be concerned. Hmm. At last concern wins out and Richard decides to inquire after his friend's health.]

... are you all right?

[A lengthy pause, and then Sanji feebly mumbles into the table]

If I die, only you can go on a date with Nami-san. [Chase all the other men away in his steed, Richard]

She did seem interested when she found out that I was rich...

[You know, the whole gay part notwithstanding.]

[Aaand then his head snaps back up.]

Never mind, I take it back.

[Okay, NOW he's laughing, because it's clear Sanji is just fine.]

There's no need to worry-- I'm afraid Nami isn't exactly my type.

[The chef shakes his head at that - because those words fitted together in that sentence make little sense to him, even if he's long since given up on ever dating his friend. He picks up his drink again, sipping it gingerly (and still making a face) before he replies]

If you insist, I'm not gonna complain.

You really think I would be interested in dating her?

[Come on, Sanji. He's not exactly subtle about the whole "liking guys" thing on his end.]

I know we went on a date once, but it wasn't like that. There was nothing romantic between us at all.

[A snort] I know that. [He takes another sip, a larger one that briefly sets his vision swimming]

Why do you think I haven't killed you yet? [That's a joke!

... That's a joke, right?]

[Richard takes a sip of his own, grimaces briefly (though he tries to hide it), then swallows.]

And here I thought it was because you enjoyed my company.

Heh, I guess that's another good reason. [He says while slouching his face against his raised palm. Down goes another gulp. Briefly, he considers chasing the taste down with something sweeter, but eventually decides against it with a scowl that comes out of nowhere. Hell knows what state he'll be in by the time he finishes this drink.]

[This is probably the dumbest idea Richard has ever had, but what the hell. He's just going to gulp down the rest of his drink in the hopes of avoiding the worst of the taste.

IT'S NOT VERY EFFECTIVE. At least he's making a very entertaining face right now.]

...

If you die of shitty alcohol poisoning, I'm not gonna be the one to tell Isamu.

Unfortunately for all of us, I think I'll survive.

[Except his tastebuds might be permanently nuked now. He isn't sure.]

["Unfortunately", he says. If he had a piece of paper, Sanji would have tossed it at the man's head by now, if only because he doesn't trust himself to kick in a straight line anymore. But he scowls and mutters something under his breath before, on a whim, takes the plunge himself - and drinks the rest of his ale in one go.

When he slams the glass down after he's finished, it's hard enough to shoot a sliver of a crack near the bottom. Whoops.] Ugh.

[That strikes Richard as ridiculously hilarious for some reason, making him think that the best course of action would be to applaud. So he does. It makes sense in his mind, okay. Anyone who can chug that stuff like that deserves a hand.]

Bravo! Shall I order us another round?

[This face]

I'm not drinking another round of that shit!

[Did you say something, Sanji? Because Richard is already in the process of ordering another round.]

Richard! [Who knew Sanji's voice could reach that octave?]

Yes?

[Look at that face. Could that face possibly do any wrong?]

[Just because you look exceptionally girly doesn't mean a damn thing to Sanji. He knows what equipment you're sporting, your highness]

Are you trying to get me drunk, shithead?

Edited 2012-09-12 05:31 (UTC)

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