Well what's the point of opening it if we're not going to drink it? [Friends don't let friends get drunk alone and get entangled in a warm blanket making confused confessions to a lumpy cushion.
Or whatever they are, if Buggy doesn't consider them friends anymore.]
Have a seat! [Shanks is plopping down cross-legged on the floor, rolling some empty glass bottles out of his makeshift fortress. The noise outside is muted through the door and they have some false sense of privacy in here.]
no subject
Or whatever they are, if Buggy doesn't consider them friends anymore.]
Have a seat! [Shanks is plopping down cross-legged on the floor, rolling some empty glass bottles out of his makeshift fortress. The noise outside is muted through the door and they have some false sense of privacy in here.]