"I know I would follow you because I have nothing else to do but seriously teaming up with these people, really?" ( from Alvida :3 )
Buggy kickstarting a celebration with his crew is almost a daily occurrence. He understands very well what the masses want: bread and circuses; and he's happy to oblige. Following his speech, Mohji and Richie take to the stage, and the men cheer loudly for their new, shiny tricks. Buggy watches from a distance, with a bottle of wine in his hand and a healthy tint of pink across his cheeks.
"Oooh. Didn't know you'd stick around for the party!"
Alvida. The designated party-pooper. Some would say the voice of reason. Buggy takes a chug of his drink before passing the bottle to the her. He gives a low grumble through gritted teeth. Alvida's always quick to see through his charades, her gaze makes him feel vulnerable and transparent. Still, he can't tell her that he'd not much choice in the matter. Definitely won't tell her about the constant abuse he's putting up with. Taking the path of least resistance served him well until now, but deep down he does feel trapped between his so-called subordinates.
"Sheesh, woman. You need to relax." a disembodied hand waves dismissingly. "Everything's worked out flashily. Crocodile and Mihawk are horrible monsters, but they are working for me! I am their boss, am I not? If they dare step ouf of line, they'll have the wrath of the Great Emperor Buggy to deal with!"