All you remember are flashes from last night. Laughter, some heat, your lips pressing against someone else' and skin hitting against skin. A very pleasurable feeling erupting throughout your core and then feeling weak and tired, the world turning black as you fall asleep.
Now you've got a nasty pain in your skull, your eyes struggling to open and the bed beneath you feeling really warm and sticky...in fact it doesn't even feel like a bed at all.
Of course, you see that it isn't a bed yourself when you finally allow the sunlight to welcome your tired orbs. The pain in your head throbbing harshly as you notice that you're currently using a bare chest as a pillow. And attached to it is some man wearing a fucking cowboy hat.
Who...?
You don't even remember seeing a cowboy hat last--Wait, you do. The winner of the drinking contest won it. A wave of dread washing over you as you hastily try to remember the winner, he had red hair...Kid.
But this contradicts itself when you spot something on the body sharing your bed, a tattoo. Not to mention, this person isn't as pale as Kid. And he wasn't the original wearer, someone placed it on him briefly as a joke and he immediately gave it back, you remember that now.
'ASCE'?
You know that tattoo all too well, one that Ace had gotten on a drunken night out. So, the man that you had kissed last night and may have well banged, is none other than your business partner.
My God...part of me wishes it was Kid now, at least I don't have to face him daily!
A horrified squeak leaving your lips when a knock sounds at the door, your main concern being that it will wake Ace and trigger 'that' awkward talk. "Guys? Breakfast will be ready soon, what do ya think of a full english~?"
SHANKS, PLEASE! I'M HAVING A CRISIS HERE!
"Y-Yeah, that'll be great!" You call out just barely loud enough for Shanks to hear, your voice thankfully not disturbing Ace's slumber. Thankfully Shanks doesn't linger, muttering an 'okay' back to you before he goes away.
Rising from the messy bed you begin to rustle through your luggage, looking for something presentable to wear since you're currently stark naked. Your body is sore and sticky from the events of last night, especially the inside of your thighs and you absolutely reek of stale sweat so you'll definitely need a shower before greeting anyone.
Naturally, you hurry into the bathroom before Ace has a chance to wake, turning the shower water on and holding your hand under it, waiting for it to get warm. How Ace managed to have a cold shower yesterday before joining you all, you'll never know. It feels like ice.
A muffled groan soon reaching your ears before a thud sounds, your eyes widening in utter terror when you realize that it must be him. He's waking up.
Your stomach sinking more and more as you hear footsteps approaching the bathroom door. The door's handle twists, thankfully you had locked it when you came in so he'll have to clean himself up elsewhere.
Another muffled groan voicing before the footsteps travel away, some more thumping around following before the B&B door opens and closes again. The bedroom on the other side of your wall now completely silent.
Did he just leave? Does he not remember last night? DID HE GET DRESSED FIRST?!
After your shower you go down to greet everyone else for breakfast. Ace seemingly not weirded out in the slightest, the freckled boy is simply digging into his meal and judging by the ketchup on his cheek, you'd assume he's already passed out into the food.
Thank God, he's wearing clothes...Although, his shirt is unbuttoned and showing off all his delicious muscles. Not that I mind, of course.
"Hey, [F/n]! Your head feeling as shitty as mine?" The voice approaching from behind as a large hand sets on your shoulder, you already recognize the gruff, swearing voice though. Even before spotting his pasty-skinned hand.
"Morning, Kid..." You don't mean to sound so uninterested in the man's presence, you like Kid, he's pretty pleasant toward you. But right now, your mind couldn't be working any slower.
"I take that as a yes," The redhead smirks, his hand running down to your back as he guides you over to the table and much to your dismay, making your presence evident to everybody else. "Here, get some food down ya!"
At least he has a somewhat caring side...
And the male only just guides you to the chair next to Ace, you should have expected as much since you're his partner in this business but boy, you were not ready. Your body instinctively stiffening up the closer you get to the raven and whatever little appetite you had is now long gone.
Why...of all men, WHY the business partner, [F/n]?!
"Are you okay?" Bonney questions you just as she did yesterday, her eyes flashing genuine concern as she watches you struggle to eat the food served by Shanks. "You look a little...ill."
I'm about as okay as a dying man, Bonney. But that's fine, I guess.
"She's hanging, obviously!" Thank you for that, Kid. "Of course she's gonna be ill!"
Taking a glimpse at the freckled cutie beside you, you notice his eyes are resting on something that sort of bugs you. It looks like he's looking at Bonney's cleavage which admittedly, is pissing you off considering he only just fucked you less than 24 hours ago.
Show some decorum, Ace, you prick!
Your rage only growing when they shift to Koala's next, I mean she's dating his own brother. His onyx orbs finally shifting to you, but your face rather than your chest. He probably sensed that you're staring. And immediately, you whip your head around to face Kid, pulling a muscle in your neck in the process but still acting 'casual' despite your discreet agony.
"Did you enjoy last night~?" Your voice harboring what some might call, a sweet tone. However, your voice is squeaking a little because you're in pain and highly embarrassed with...well, your entire life as of right now.
"Last night was a riot," Kid responding positively and completely surprising you, he doesn't strike you as the kind who often sounds happy about getting drunk like that. "You're a real scream after a few drinks, [F/n]! I really thought you were gonna win that drinking contest!"
Jesus, I don't even remember the drinking contest...
"Your partner won though, right? It's a joint victory!" Shanks exclaims from across the table with a huge smile on his face, his eyes trailing from you to Ace. But quite frankly, you're too scared to even follow the redhead's orbs. "Although, we only had one cowboy hat, heh~! Sorry about that~!"
The comment triggering another memory from last night, the number of times you had taken the hat off of Ace's head and placed it on your own...especially in the bedroom.
Oh God, Shanks...Please shut up...
Your head automatically dropping into your palms in complete and utter embarrassment, you can even feel your cheeks burning up at the memory as a quiet grunt leaves your lips. The room suddenly feeling so tiny.
This is it, this is where my life ends.
"I think she'd be very attractive in a cowboy hat~" A lady's soft voice catching your attention, causing you to take a peek up. She's a very beautiful person, she has black hair and big blue eyes. And she's clearly a member of Shanks and Charlotte's staff. The woman collecting what empty plates there is on the table.
"You'd know, Robin~" Shanks chimes with a flirtatious kick to his tone, the redhead being kind enough to hand her the plates from the far-end of the table that she wouldn't be able to reach herself. "Didn't you used to wear a cowboy hat yourself~?"
"Well, it was a cow-girl hat...but yes, I did~" You watch observantly as she leaves, but you're not watching her, you're watching the men. Shanks' eyes are so clearly on one thing. Sabo's watching but his eyes seem to be on the back of her head, oddly.
Perhaps he knows her?
And then there's Ace, squinting at the woman as if he's trying to work out whether he has met her previously or not. Judging by her age range, you'd assume that if they had both met her...she would be a friend of Thatch or Marco's, the two's older brothers.
But more to the point of the contest...
How am I supposed to rate this B&B fairly after last night?