Hospital, Cemetery or Jail
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onepiece_300Title: Hospital, Cemetery or Jail
Word Count: 219
Character(s): Tashigi, Smoker
Topic: Partners In Crime
Media: fic
Spoiler(s): None
Rating: K
Tashigi woke up to a blurry smudge of sunshine. Nothing new. The blinding headache that accompanied it was fairly novel though.
"Oh God, I'm dying..." the young ensign croaked as she banged her right hand down on the nearby nightstand, fumbling around for her glasses. A rough chuckle graced her ears just before callused, thick hands pulled the glasses down from her forehead.
"Not yet, Ensign. That'd be option 2."
Glasses secured, Tashigi peeped through slitted eyes at her Lieutenant. Before she could politely ask where the hell they actually were, Smoker held up one finger with a smirk.
Ah. Hospital. Again. Smoker chuckled once more as he handed her a small glass of water. She pretended to ignore the wince he gave as his bandages stretched across one shoulder and around his barrel-like ribcage.
"So how exactly did we get here this time?" she asked, a hint of bitterness in her tone. She really disliked not knowing how she ended up in these situations. Smoker snorted as he blatantly ignored marine hospital protocol and lit up his trademark cigars.
"Seems we entered this bar where that Mr. Prince and Roronoa were trying to enjoy some shore leave..."
Tashigi felt a little smile tugging her dry lips. At least her Lieutenant would always be able to fill in the blanks.
Word Count: 219
Character(s): Tashigi, Smoker
Topic: Partners In Crime
Media: fic
Spoiler(s): None
Rating: K
Tashigi woke up to a blurry smudge of sunshine. Nothing new. The blinding headache that accompanied it was fairly novel though.
"Oh God, I'm dying..." the young ensign croaked as she banged her right hand down on the nearby nightstand, fumbling around for her glasses. A rough chuckle graced her ears just before callused, thick hands pulled the glasses down from her forehead.
"Not yet, Ensign. That'd be option 2."
Glasses secured, Tashigi peeped through slitted eyes at her Lieutenant. Before she could politely ask where the hell they actually were, Smoker held up one finger with a smirk.
Ah. Hospital. Again. Smoker chuckled once more as he handed her a small glass of water. She pretended to ignore the wince he gave as his bandages stretched across one shoulder and around his barrel-like ribcage.
"So how exactly did we get here this time?" she asked, a hint of bitterness in her tone. She really disliked not knowing how she ended up in these situations. Smoker snorted as he blatantly ignored marine hospital protocol and lit up his trademark cigars.
"Seems we entered this bar where that Mr. Prince and Roronoa were trying to enjoy some shore leave..."
Tashigi felt a little smile tugging her dry lips. At least her Lieutenant would always be able to fill in the blanks.
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