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All Nami wanted right now was a quick break — even if just for a moment. The boys were still out and about, and while Usopp was on the phone with Kaya and Nami had finished her shopping, she felt the urge for a drink. And what better place for that than the famous bar right here in Loguetown, where Gold Roger was supposedly a regular years ago?
With a grin on her face, she opened the door to the bar and made a mental note to rub her achievement in Luffy’s face later. He would surely be jealous, and Nami would enjoy the moment to the fullest.
She glanced around the bar briefly; it was emptier than she had expected. Strange. Still, it wasn’t even evening yet, and Nami was sure the bar would gradually fill up as time went on. Not that she planned to stay that long. After all, she’d probably have to track down her crew herself, and she sighed quietly, though with a faint smile on her face.
The orange-haired woman was snapped out of her thoughts when a black-haired woman suddenly appeared beside her. She seemed older and was unfortunately very much Nami’s type. Nami stared at her briefly, then turned her attention back to her beer.
“Hello, little bird,” the woman’s deep voice surprised Nami, and she choked on her beer, spilling some of it on the table, and tried as hard as she could not to blush. Not just because of the voice, but also because of the words the unknown woman next to her had spoken.
“Can I help you?” Nami said in a voice that felt too high-pitched to her, cursing herself inwardly for the way she’d reacted to the woman.
Pull yourself together, Nami.
The woman next to her didn’t say anything for a moment, she was simply studying Nami and had a faint smile on her dark lips. Nami struggled to swallow the last sip of her beer.
“Hm, maybe you can,” was all the stranger next to her said. Nami furrowed her eyebrows and just stared back at the woman.
“If that’s your way of hitting on me, I have to say I’m very disappointed.”
The dark-haired woman laughed softly and brushed a strand of Nami’s hair away from her face. Nami swallowed and felt herself blushing again.
“Oh little bird, if I wanted to flirt with you, you’d know it right away.”
Nami bit her tongue to keep from saying something she’d later regret. Sometimes she was a little too blunt, and, with all due respect, she didn't want to make a fool of herself more than necessary in front of that woman.
The orange-haired woman fell silent for a brief moment and simply observed the woman in front of her. The latter had her mouth slightly open and a smirk on her lips. God, Nami had to pull herself together. Nami didn’t know exactly why, but for some reason she found the black-haired woman incredibly attractive, and she shook her head to snap out of her own thoughts. She was still in a strange city with people (hello, Navy!) she definitely shouldn’t trust. And this woman, especially given the way she was acting, was one of them.
“Actually, I’m here for business,” the woman began, her eyes fixed directly on Nami, “but for some reasons, you simply caught my eye,” the woman hummed softly, adjusting her white cowboy hat. Nami blinked several times. This woman was an enigma, but Nami was absolutely fascinated. (And she was Nami’s type, no matter how hard she tried to push that thought aside.)
More importantly: Why was she wearing a goddamn cowboy hat? Who the hell was that woman?
“But what matters much more to me is what a beautiful woman like you is doing here in this city — all by herself.” Her words were more of an observation than a question.
The stranger was now inches from Nami’s face, and she instinctively licked her lips.
Damn it, pull yourself together, Nami. You don’t know this woman. She could be dangerous.
Nami tried to focus so her eyes wouldn’t wander to the woman’s inviting lips. The two women continued to stare at each other, and Nami felt her cheeks flush again.
Get a fucking grip, Nami. This is getting pathetic.
After another moment passed between the two, Nami cleared her throat and leaned back, putting some distance between herself and the woman. Nami had the uneasy feeling that otherwise she would do something she would regret later.
“Even if it’s none of your business,” Nami began, crossing her arms, “I was out shopping and just felt like having a drink.”
“Hmm, is that so,” the woman said, and Nami hated herself just a little bit for how much she liked the stranger’s deep voice.
“You know, the decent thing to do would be to buy me a beer,” Nami replied with newfound confidence. This time, she was the one who leaned forward and gave the woman’s white cowboy hat a little nudge.
The dark-haired woman seemed surprised. Nami’s unexpected reaction was written all over the strangers face, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to easily push the woman’s surprised reaction out of her mind. The woman’s mouth was slightly open and her eyebrows raised. Nami laughed softly and leaned back, waiting to see what the woman would do next. It had been quite a while since Nami had been able to flirt with a woman without restraints.
(Vivi was a different story — Nami wasn’t quite sure yet how she felt about the young woman. Besides, Vivi had other problems right now, and Nami wanted to be there for her, no matter what.)
“Maybe I will,” the woman’s eyes sparkled, clearly amused. But there was more behind her gaze. Something Nami couldn’t quite explain right away.
Nami raised one eyebrow and tilted her head slightly to the side, waiting to see what the woman would do next. But to Nami’s surprise, the woman did… nothing. She simply looked at Nami, leaning back slightly, a faint smile on her lips.
To Nami, this woman was turning out to be more and more mysterious. A conundrum Nami desperately wanted to solve. She studied the woman in front of her once more and spotted a small wallet peeking out from under the woman’s white coat. Even though Nami was thoroughly enjoying this moment and would have loved to keep playing this game they had going on, her instincts took over. The dark-haired woman wasn’t the only one who could play a game like this. Nami had more than enough experience when it came to stealing treasures.
The orange-haired woman didn’t hesitate for long and leaned forward so that she was only a few centimeters from the stranger’s face. Once again, the woman looked surprised, and Nami had to admit to herself how much she enjoyed astonishing the woman in front of her. She was practically basking in the feeling of triggering such a reaction from her.
“I have another idea,” Nami began, moving even closer so their lips were almost touching, “how about we both disappear from here and find… something more private?”
Instead of looking stunned, a smile played on her lips. Now it was Nami’s turn to be taken aback; her eyebrows furrowed and confusion was setting in. Had she been misreading the signals? She had been so sure she had the woman right where she wanted to. But the woman — as so often in this moment — reacted completely differently than Nami had expected.
“As much as I would love that,” her voice was now even deeper than before, and Nami had to summon all her willpower to resist closing the gap between them, “unfortunately, I have other obligations. However, I have a feeling we’ll see each other again soon.” Just for a moment, Nami could see something that resembled sadness in the woman's eyes. Or was Nami just imagining things?
Without saying another word, just a few millimeters from Nami’s lips, the woman leaned back and let her eyes linger on Nami for a brief moment. Then she stood up, adjusted her head with a little nudge, gave Nami a last look and left the bar just as quickly as she had arrived. Nami couldn’t move. She had imagined many scenarios in her head of how this moment might play out. This was by far the most disappointing.
Completely captivated by the woman, Nami had missed her chance to steal her wallet. She cursed herself a little for it.
A sigh escaped her lips.
There went her chance. When would she ever get another opportunity to flirt with a woman like that and then have the opportunity to rob her? And to make matters worse, she didn't even know the woman’s name. What a shame.
She didn’t want to sit there wallowing in her own misery, so she paid for her beer with a few bills on the table, grabbed her bags, and left the bar.
Before she set off to find Usopp and the other boys, Nami noticed something in one of her shopping bags.
A wallet.
Nami’s loud laughter could still be heard several streets away.
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Miss All Sunday? Who the hell is that?
The cherry blossoms were still swirling around Nami when she spotted the woman dressed in white.
Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.
It was the woman from the bar. The one who, for whatever reason, had left her wallet behind. The woman who had almost kissed Nami at the bar in Loguetown.
The woman Nami just couldn’t get out of her head.
Of course the woman had to be one of the Baroque agents. Of fucking course.
“Keep it in your pants, she is the enemy!” Nami mused that this might be the most hypocritical thing she has said in a while. To be fair, she couldn’t blame Sanji one bit.
The fact that this woman belonged to the organization that wanted to kill her and her friends unfortunately didn’t change the fact that Nami still found the dark-haired woman incredibly attractive.
What she wouldn’t give to not be on opposing sides.
After the agent jumped off the Going Merry with such ease and grace, Nami could do nothing but stare after her for a few more seconds (though, if Nami was honest, it was probably more like minutes).
A feeling spread through Nami that this was hardly the last time she would see the woman. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen.
Nami chuckled, a huge grin spreading over her face.
“What the hell are you smiling about?” Usopp yelled at her, which made Nami just laugh in return.
“Nothing,” she answered nonchalant but she knew her blushed face was giving her away.
I simply have to see her again, no matter what.