Re: Location - Cigar lounge - Sanji and Piper
Sanji was absolutely content. He hadn't been so content in a long time. The restaurant, Zoro, Noctis... Things were going smooth, and it was such a nice change from the past few years. Still, despite how content he was, Sanji was not going to pass up a break.
The vaguely European-looking man dressed in a charcoal suit and orange shirt was without his jacket. Instead he wore a matching vest that hit him in all the right ways to accentuate his swimmer's body and arms. He was certainly dressed as nice as any of the masters in the restaurant, and didn't seem to be wearing a collar, but there was the hint of a tattoo on his neck just above his shirt.
Stretched out like he owned the place, the blonde had one foot up on the coffee table, revealing some expensive looking shoes, and orange and grey argyle socks. His head was tipped back so it was leaned on the back of the plush black leather sofa, and there was a poofy white chef's hat hanging over his hair and eyes. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, the sweet smelling smoke trailing up into the air around his head, and an ashtray rested on one thigh.
When the door opened, he paused his hand where it had been flicking his gold lighter open and closed against his free leg, but the blond didn't look or speak up.