Zoro groans, waking from a sleep that can't be described as restful. He's momentarily disoriented, but his senses quickly hone in on the fact that he's in a strange new place, propped against the plush leather seat of a... what? What is this?

He frowns, disturbed by the absence of the familiar rocking of the pirate ship he last remembers being aboard.

The next thing he realizes is his swords are gone. All three of them, plus the tiny knife he's recently started to carry (no, he isn't copying anybody).

"What the fuck," he grunts under his breath, bumping into the steering wheel. There are no cars in his world, adding to his confusion.

Someone must have found it funny to put him in the driver seat of this strange, alien vehicle. Perhaps whoever placed Zoro into a Rolls-Royce Boat Tail is aware of his abysmal sense of direction. He and whoever's unlucky enough to be in the car with him would be going nowhere fast (that is, if he knew how to drive, which of course he doesn't.)

"Hey, you." He turns to the person moving beside him. "Where are we?" His face is stoic, his words stern and straightforward enough to maybe, possibly be considered rude. "And where are my clothes?" There's a tiny hint of accusation in his voice, perhaps.

He won't admit it, but Zoro has fun selecting his outfit. What he doesn't enjoy, however, is being summarily shoved into the casino by ghost hands after he very firmly tells a staff member to fuck off. In his defense, the man had just told him he has to attend this party for 168 hours.

He can't be bothered to do the exact math, but that's a lot of days.

(In retrospect, he feels a little bad. The man had been helpful with his outfit, and kindly assured him that no, the suit's color doesn't clash with his green hair.)

"What the fuck," he murmurs under his breath, taking in the sight of the massive buffet tables. "Well, Luffy would love this." Too bad his captain is nowhere in sight, nor the rest of the crew. He has to assume he has no allies here.

Another look at the food, and Zoro sighs to himself. He's tempted to eat; his stomach is telling him it's been a while since his last meal. But can he really trust anything offered in this place? Especially in such extravagant quantities?

He keeps walking, then promptly gets stopped by someone offering him twig and explaining the "benefits". Apparently having learned his lesson about making a fuss, he accepts it with a simple, "Thank you," keeping it safely in hand and waiting until the staff member locks in on another guest to enable.

It doesn't take long for him to find another patron that seems to be wholeheartedly partaking in the drug. "What is this, really?" he asks point-blank, wasting no time with greetings or pleasantries. "Can it really help you stay up for days?"

It would be efficient, after all, if he could skip sleep and devote his energy full-time to finding a way out of here.

Before the end of Day 1, enough things transpire that lead Zoro to a single, sorry conclusion: he'll have to play along with some of the craziness. This is not to say he's given up on his quest to escape and return home; on the contrary, it's in pursuit of this worthy goal that he must make some sacrifices. A little dignity lost might be worth it to make it out of here alive.

Which is how he finds hismelf rolling dice, face fixed into an unreadable expression as he watches them settle.

Kiss Elbow
Okay. That's not so bad, given the other possible combinations.

"Elbow, please." He holds a hand out to the player across from him, even offering a little grin in hopes that it will sufficiently disarm them into complying. The less delays, the sooner they were done, after all.

Zoro doesn't particularly enjoy talking about himself. In fact, he prefers not to, often opting to instead listen to others. You never know when something someone reveals offhand could come in handy, after all.

Speaking of hands, Zoro is confident that his are steady as hell. House of Cards seems like it could be an easy win.

"Ready?" he asks to be curt. Then he kicks the game off, eager to get started. It's easy, pulling out the first card.

He stares at the question before reading it out loud. "Do you have a best friend?" A few seconds of silence, and he shrugs. "I have several good friends. All together they kind of add up to one best friend." There's the ghost of a grin at the corner of his lips.

"Okay, your turn."

A big payout. That's what one of the high rollers he's run into a few times said was waiting in the Lovers' Hideaway. He approaches the room with a big question mark over his head about what exactly it would cost him. Maybe it's because he looks confused, or maybe she just does this to everybody, but he's promptly stopped by the game manager, who offers an explanation.

It seems simple enough, so he picks a card.

A♦: ACE OF DIAMONDS

Submissive. Well, fuck. How does he do that? It's not that he's opposed to the idea entirely, it's just - he genuinely isn't sure how that works. At 19, and having lived the majority of the last few years as a bounty hunter, there hasn't exactly been a plethora of opportunities to learn the intricacies of various sexual dynamics.

What does it mean, giving up control to someone else?

Zoro makes a face as he goes through the contents of the Hangover Kit; he doesn't recognize most of the items, tossing them unceremoniously in the direction of the trashcan (with no care or concern for whether they actually land). "What the fuck is all this?" he asks aloud, not necessarily expecting an answer from his companion. The only thing he recognizes are the water, the bon-bons (food?), and the sex toy - and only because he'd just seen a very similar one at the game rooms the other day.

"You can have the rest of this stuff, if you want," he says with a shrug, leaving the aspirin and toy in his care package, for his companion to take or leave as they please. They can help themselves to the stuff he's thrown around, too, if they were so inclined.

"Let's eat then get out of here," he goes on, settling back down on the bed and laying one of the breakfast trays over his lap. Clearly he expects to be able to go home after this.

And if there are any questions about what they may or may not have done together the night before, he won't be the one asking first.

— I can match your preferences regarding action/brackets or prose.
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— Happy to write both gen & nsfw for any of the prompts.
— Zoro is pan, generally tops, and could enjoy playing either the dom and sub role, depending on the partner.
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