Sanji, mlp, and manhwa.

“Ready to order?” A rich deep velvety voice spoke, Zoro looks up at the waitress in front of him.

She sounds bored and more than a little annoyed. She was tall and blonde, her legs went on for miles and her visible eye was the color of the sea with a dark shade of sparkly blue on her eye lid. It matchs her dark blue suit, Zoro stars at her face darling not to stare at her tit's, even though her coat was open showing a white nearly see therw bar with white flowers on it. Her blonde hair was up in a long ponytail. Zoro couldn't remember theast person he had met who could compare and it shocks him that he had even noticed.

“Ahh no.” Zoro honestly hadn't even looked at the menu, he had been busy looking for his target.

“I'll tell you what if you actually order and pay for something I'll help you find whoever you're looking for.” The pretty blonde offered with a smile.

“Who said I'm looking for anyone?" Zoro narrowed his eyes, how much did this women know?

Did she too work for baroque works? He felt his pulse spike as he prepars to fight her, he was Mr. 3 and the position wasn't an easy one. He had worked damn hard to get to this point and wouldn't stop till he reached the top or found and defeated Miwhak witch ever came first. The reason he joined in the first place was easier access to the grandline, to Miwhak. He didn't know who this was nor her style of fighting but he confident in his own abilities.

“No one but your kinda famous plus the way you're scanning the dining room, it wasn't hard to put two and two together.” She shurgs, and Zoro deflates because she had a point, the news papers just loved wirteing arcticals about him…probably because thire was nothing eles going on.

“Fine I'm looking for Jones Jet." Zoro takes out the wanted poster and slapps it against the table.

“Ahh that dick, he comes in typical around three o'clock you have a bit of time." She spoke looking down at the paper. "I'll be nice and put him near you just try not to damage the restaurant too much. “

“All right get me something with rice that goes good with sake and a bottle of sake.” Zoro orders, he tucks the wanted poster back inside his pocket before he closes his menu and hands it over. He wasn't about to turn down an advtige she was offering.

“Really? To lazy to pick somthing out?” The waitress remarks her visible curly brow raised but she take the menu from his hands anyway .

“Your the one who works here, a waiter shuld the menu better then I.” Zoro shot back. "Unless you don't think you can do it."

“Chef, were just short on waiters so we take turns. Today is just my lucky day. The ” the scarsum dripps from her voice as she rolls her eyes. “But fine if you want be like that how about Fukucho Seafood Junmaishu and seafood fired rice, it's head chef Zeffs spasitly.”

“All right.” Zoro shurgs. “Give me that then.” Zoro watched her walk away, as she passed a table a stray hand reached out to grab her ass, Zoro should cut their hand off. What kinda person just grops someone! Before he could do anything one long leg came up to kick the man in the face, sending him flying out of his seat onto the floor. That was one helluva a kick, color him impressed, she didn't even need to look to land a blow like that. What would it be like to spar some like he wonders.

Soon a bottle of sake was placed in front of him with a heaping bowl of rice littered with different seafood. The smell hit his nose, causing his stomach to growl in hunger, he popped the cork off the bottle with his teeth before taking a glug, the sake was smooth and acidic with the typical sweet and sour sake flavor. He took his spoon digging into the rice dish, and ate it. His taste buds sang with joy, it was salty and savoury, with a little spice. The seafood was so fresh, the squid was chewy and the scallops soft and sweet, the rice was coated evenly in that sauce. He greedily shoveled the food into his mouth. Maybe thire was a difference between fancy and non fancy food after all. He was expecting something weird and tiny, something impossible to pronounce and complicated to eat. But this was non of those things.

“Good isn't it?” A smug voice interrupts his meal. “Your man should be here shortly, There's an empty table behind you. Try not to damage anything too badly.” The waitress, Zoro wasn't gonna call her a cook till saw or tasted her food, she could say whatever the fuck she wanted to.

“No promises curly,” Zoro smirks up at the blonde, her face turning red, a fire lightning in that visible blue eye. Her hair was practically standing on end like an angry cat. “Don't bother with dessert, just a second bottle of sake will do.”

“Curly?! My name is Sanji!" The women in front of his was fuming, her glare could cut a weaker man to shreds.

"Hmm, nah I'll just call you curly." She was damn attractive when mad.

"Damn Marimo, this is the thanks I get for helping? Maybe I won't put him in your section after all.” The blonde was partcily pouting, her plush pink lips enticing begging for a kiss.

Zoro was shocked by that train of thought, by how interested he was in her. While he was no virgin he was more interested in his goal, and the fact his sexual organs didn't match his outward appearance, surgery to correct that fact was expensive. Since joining baroque works he could afford his testosterone at least. But the fact remains that Zoro was damn chosey about who he had sex with and he had only just met this woman.