[ When she's sober again, there are a few people she'll end up telling off as a means to burn off how stupid she's going to feel about the things she's said and done in this haze of cocktails and flashing casino lights, but right now she's just trying to deal with the fact that dressed up like he is - Luffy looks almost as good as he does on a leash. Later she'll seethe about the bent her thoughts have taken on the matter of her captain, distantly aware that the shift in their brand of closeness is going to be a lot to unpack - if she lets herself. She's certainly not going to be examining the easy way she settles against his side when he pulls her in, or the way she smirks against the rim of her glass after making him grin like an idiot.

For now, she's got the rest of Luffy's drink to knock back, the alcohol burning her throat pleasantly as she sets the empty glass on a passing tray and clears her throat, looking around the casino at the patrons who look a lot more at home that the lot of wildcards they've been shuffled in with. ]

The weird part is that some of these people are probably here on purpose. [ Nami's got a firm handle on gambling, but she can't imagine using stakes like these by choice. Turning back to Luffy, she watches him for a moment before she ducks close, catching his ear lobe between her teeth and tugging gently. ] If you ever come up and grab my ass without me knowing again, I'll knock you out. [ Nami says in a low whisper, her lips still brushing against his ear, breath warm on his skin. ] But I hope you're not done grabbing me tonight. [ She goes momentarily still as that last part slips out unbidden before hiding her confusion by pulling back to look around for another drink. ]