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navy (6/20) day two - AFTERNOON to EVENING

[ Welcome to Purgatorio. It's the jewel of the ocean, the envy of the world, an island that's as pristine and polished as the Navy itself. People from all over the world come to enjoy the high culture. Of course, it's not like this is your first time visiting. It's where the Navy keeps it headquarters, after all, and that's exactly where you're heading. ]

[ Your wise and venerable leader, the Fleet Admiral, has called all of you Admirals together for a meeting. New assignments, updates, and the current going-ons will all be addressed. It's kind of a big deal. When it's time, get your asses to the meeting. But until then, take some time to chill out with your Navy bros. ]

(5 SECTIONS: ○ bar, ○ gardens, ○ greetings, ○ assignments, ○ meeting end)

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[Everything in moderation, right? Although sweets were the exception to the rule for Stocking, and alcohol the exception for her Fleet Admiral.

A very big exception for him.

She is standing in front of the bar contemplating what to try...something sweet...]

[ SPEAK OF THE DEVIL

Here's a guy in a crisp, professional-looking suit walking over. He looks over at Stocking as he takes a seat at the bar. ]

Hey there. Want me to treat you to a drink?

[...... Hm. What are the chances he would pick something sweet and not IN YO FACE strong?

Of course, she still has manners and bows to him in respect.]

Sir. I am not sure what I want to drink.

You like sweet things, right?

[ Tony's leaning forward, putting an elbow on the bar. ] What about a watermelon vodka? Or you could try a strawberry daiquiri.

I do.

[contemplates the two drinks...] The watermelon vodka sounds promising.

You heard her, bartender. But make it two.

[ As the barkeep begins making the drinks, Tony nods to Stocking. ]

My treat.

[ LOL... like the Navy's bar is going to charge the Fleet Admiral.

Of course, it's not like they'd charge an Admiral, either. ]

Ah, thank you, sir. [And this time a smile with a bow!]

And how has the day treated you?

[so a random derpy blonde girl wanders into a bar....

and looks really lost. So when she sees Stocking she smiles in relief]

Oh! The meeting hasn't started yet, has it?

[looks over at this derpy blonde~]

Nope, we still have some time.

Oh good! I was afraid that I might be late... But then no one was in the meeting room, so I was worried that it might have been moved.

[heh, heh..... sheepish giggle]

You are fine, Colette. [why are you so derpy and cute girl]

I did not peg you for a drinker.

No, I just thought that once everything was over, this is where people would go. [she knows you guys like your booze]

And you are so right. [Ultimately, sweets trump booze.]

Um... have you been doing well, Stocking? [eh, now that she's here, might as well chat :3]

Yes, thank you. And you, Colette? [she waves the bartender over and orders two lemonades aw yeah]

Yes! I'm glad things have been quiet. Hopefully it means the Pirate are growing weaker.

Oh, and thank you. [mmmmm, she's excited!]

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[SUP BABY. Doesn't Sanji look good with a white admiral's coat over his shoulders?]

Oi, Stocking-chan!

[SUP MAN. And he sure does! She turns and her face brightens — favorite admiral? Of course!]

Sanji! Aren't we lookin' flashy today?

[Pssshaawwww, she's only his fangirl because he cooks for her. Often. So very often. HE CAN'T DO HIS DUTY OKAY.]

We sure are! You look lovely as ever.

[HEY outside of cooking for her he is still an awesome guy. But yes the cooking earns major points.]

Aww, thank you~ Ready for this meeting?

[Hopefully the fact that he packs her plenty of bento boxes for those long months at sea, far away from him, helps.

The rest of her crew? Screw them, man.]

Ready as I'll ever be. I hope we get paired together~!

[Lord they help so much SO MUCH. And this is why she commissions custom-made suits for her chefbro.

Fuck them they can fight over whatever spicy ickyness is being served.]

That would be lovely. Or even just being on the same island!

[He ADORES them suits, being a metrosexual man, and they get along like bros forever! Even though he hits on her. A lot.

...And he must have learned the hard way not to include spicy foods for her.]

It would, wouldn't it? Ah, cooking for you every day, defeating pirates while it all simmers...

[She knows he does, and damn does he look good in them! But yeah, keep hittin' on her, she might give in just once at some point.

Once.

We'll see.

Oh, he did he did.]

And you getting suits every. week. A brand new one all the time. Cutting off a few fingers, ahh, the life~

[He'll keep on hitting on her until that giving-in happens.

And then ever more afterward.

It's a good life.]

You know it! I wouldn't trade this for anything, would you?