[ Content to clean up at the Blackjack table and nurse her drink, Nami's just about to pull a tidy pile of chips closer when an unseen hand gives her ass a slap. The smack takes her by surprise, sending an unexpected thrill through her body. She straightens abruptly and looks over her shoulder, one hand still protectively on her winnings when she turns away from the table (she's a seasoned pro after all), eyes blazing. ]
Luffy? [ Incredulous, the sight of him dressed to the nines is enough to momentarily stall her annoyance, but after hearing a flimsy excuse like that, she's back to glaring at him. In one motion, Nami sweeps her chips into the purse she's procured for herself and steps away from the table to get closer to Luffy, her scowl ]
At least grab me like you mean it next time, you jerk. [ The only part of that she intended to say was the bit where she calls him a jerk, but she's been mixing drinks to potentially calamitous results. ]
never apologize for beauty
Luffy? [ Incredulous, the sight of him dressed to the nines is enough to momentarily stall her annoyance, but after hearing a flimsy excuse like that, she's back to glaring at him. In one motion, Nami sweeps her chips into the purse she's procured for herself and steps away from the table to get closer to Luffy, her scowl ]
At least grab me like you mean it next time, you jerk. [ The only part of that she intended to say was the bit where she calls him a jerk, but she's been mixing drinks to potentially calamitous results. ]