@horamaru liked [+] for a starter.
Law leans back in his chair, sighing out a puff of smoke. The joint in his fingers is tapped, ash dropping onto the floor of the club. His boots are up on the table, legs crossed while he reclines into the booth bench. He is comfortable and content. The noise around him is mostly the sounds of his crew enjoying themselves. Drinks, laughter, the occasional shouting when a playful fight breaks out. Can’t say he isn’t happy right now, but then that might just be the marijuana having an affect on him. Or maybe the alcohol. Either way there is a smile on his features as he sits up.
He leans forwards, boots swinging off the table as he rests his elbow on its edge. Glassy eyes scan the room. Only his Hearts are here. Their rowdiness having scared off most of the locals and regulars. Kind of makes it harder for him to hit on people but he doesn’t mind. Just means the mischief they’ll get into will be Hearts-centric. That’s always fun.
A motion out of the corner of his eyes draws his attention. Someone pushes between some of the partying Hearts. They make to move towards the captain, gaze locked on where he sits. Law’s brow furrows, the Surgeon of Death not liking this pushy invasion. He’s not the only one that has noticed the intruder, Shachi also breaks away from his arm wrestling competition to come to Law’s side, glaring past his glasses when he stops at his captain’s table.
“I don’t think you belong here,” Law growls, his happy mood gone. He brings the joint back to his lips, taking another drag. The smoke comes out as he speaks. “Do I need to remove you?”
