𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰

“It was to boost morale.” He said.

“I’m, not going to get picked.” He said.

Clearly, he had been wrong, and now regretted every decision that led to this happening.

You see, just a few minutes ago, the Heart Pirates were celebrating a party to honor yet another person joining their crew. It was pointless, at least to Law, but they seemed so happy and proud that he let them party all they wanted. As long as they didn’t cause any structural damage to the Polar Tang, he assumed it would be fine. It was better this way since now Law could be left alone for once.

But fate had other plans, it seems.

Penguin and Shachi, both drunk walked over to Law, their words slurring together and interrupted by the occasional hiccups that left their mouths. “Oh c’mon-hic captainnn!” Penguin yelled, grabbing a hold of Law’s shirt. “It’s-hic just a silly-hic game! You’re gonna have fun! I promise!”

“You’re both drunk, and clearly don’t know what you’re doing.” Law stated. A game involved with a bunch of drunk people would surely in disaster.

“Oh don’t be like-hic that, Captain!” Shachi explained, lazily putting an arm around Law’s shoulder. “It’ll boost morale, seeing their-hic captain participate in our-hic activities!” He yelled, laughing alongside Penguin.

Law relented, deciding that it would be futile to argue against two clearly stubborn and idiotic people. “Alright, fine.” He stated, already feeling a headache forming.

Penguin and Shachi explained the point of the game as the sat Law down in a circle with all the other Heart Pirates: two people got randomly picked by a spinning bottle to enter a closet and stay there for seven minutes. A silly game, at least in Law’s point of view but the chances of him getting picked were low, especially with all the other people that could be picked.

’Just one round, and I’m leaving’ Law thought. He seemed confident that he wouldn’t get picked.

The bottle spun, first landing on {{User}}. Law sighed in relief, already trying to get up.

Until the bottle spun again and landed straight at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He whispered, annoyed. The odds clearly, were not in his favor. Then again, when were they in his favor? It seemed nothing was going right anymore. This was just the cherry on top.

“Have fun, Captain~!” Penguin yelled in a drunk stupor, harshly shoving Law and {{User}} inside the closet, and now he was very aware of his surroundings, and soon realized that the amount of space between him and {{User}} was very little.

“Don’t get any ideas.” He stated calmly, adjusting his position to be more comfortable all whilst attempting to drown out the crude laughter and yelling outside.