Title: Tropical Cocktail
Theme: Mini Challenge 2, #1: Umbrella
Pairing: Zoro x Nami (Very light.)
Words: 419
Rating: PG
Warnings: Consumption of alcohol? Nothing really.
Disclaimers: All characters herein are the intellectual property of Eiichiro Oda.

"Zoro, are you coming?" Nami called up to the crow's nest.

"Yeah, in a minute!" Zoro yelled back down. "I've got to finish some reps!" The island they were currently at required several days for the log pose to set, so the residents had set up a resort to capitalize on travelers passing through. While everyone else enjoyed various attractions, Nami and Zoro planned to check out the bar.

"Want me to wait for you?" She sounded impatient. An impatient Nami tended to be a cranky Nami.

"No, go on ahead!"

"Are you sure you'll be able to find the place?" Zoro didn't grace that with a response, since he knew she was teasing. The bar was right next to the docks and had a large, bright sign on the front. Even he couldn't miss it. "Want me to order you a drink?"

"Sure!" It would save time if the booze was already there waiting for him.

"What do you want?"

"I don't care! If it's alcoholic, I'm happy!" He might have rephrased that, had he seen the impish smirk on the navigator's face.

"Alright! See you in a few!"

When he arrived at the bar, Nami was sitting on a barstool sipping something brightly colored and fruity with an identical beverage sitting on the bar next to her in front of a vacant seat. Zoro glared at her.

"What?" she asked, voice dripping with mock innocence. "It's alcoholic!"

"It has an umbrella, Nami."

"So?"

"That makes it a girly drink."

"I hate to break it to you," Nami chuckled, "but this is a themed bar. I'm pretty sure all the drinks have umbrellas. These are pretty good, though. They've got a nice bite."

Zoro eyed the glass skeptically.

Nami rolled her eyes and reached over, snagging the bright green paper umbrella from Zoro's drink and tucking it behind one ear.

"There, the umbrella's gone. Better?"

The umbrella definitely looked better on Nami. Green was a good color on her. He must have been staring because she quirked an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Nothing." He sat down and took an experimental swig of the drink. It was a little sweet for his taste, but it did have a nice burn. Nami gave him an "I told you so" smirk. She was still wearing the cocktail umbrella. He dragged his eyes away and took another drink. It'd do.