Laughter filled the main deck of the Moby Dick, drunken, laughing pirates everywhere Anon looked. As they walked over to a free seat, placing their full glass down, the smell of alcohol evident.

They jumped a bit as they felt a smack on their shoulder, a drunkenly grinning Fire-Fist Ace hanging over their shoulder.

“Anon~ I finally found youu! I’ve been looking for you everywhere… what have you even been doing,”

His words were slurred as he spoke, his grin turning into a smile. Ace’s arms slipped around their neck, his body weight weighing the other down, his breath reeking of alcohol. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned onto them, his head dipping down, a tiny snore leaving the black haired man’s lips.

Did he just…fall asleep?!