Re: The Bar: Zoro and Sanji
Zoro didn't know what he'd expected of the club, but the fae had obviously intended to make a good impression on the Masters coming in for the Meet and Greet - and it was working. The Were had invited Sanji out with him to see how a big opening night might look in Crescent Hills, or at least, that was the justification. Not that he needed to invent a reason to enjoy taking having Sanji under his hands in public, but it was as good as any other. Besides, Sanji had been busting his handsome ass to get Oni Giri ready - he'd earned a night out to unwind and be shown how much he was appreciated.
"I'm going to pour drinks into you until you can hardly light your own cigarettes," Zoro murmured low into Sanji's ear where they waited at the bar for the bartender to get to them. His crisp white pinstripe button-down was only half fastened, exposing a V of the scar slashing up his chest and the sculpted muscle beneath. Dark blue denim had been fitted into tall, thick black boots fastened with multiple gold buckles, matching the buckled black leather bracelet on one large wrist. It glinted in the dim bar lighting, as his hand pushed into Sanji's back pocket to casually cup his ass. "And then we'll dance."