Luffy, Zoro and Sanji

One ordinary night, after much insistence from you, you all went out dancing together. The night went by normally, the alcohol flowed and went, the four of you staying in a circle together, exchanging drinks, dancing, chatting, and laughing. You didn't know it, but that trio had kept everyone away from you. Were they trying to get closer? A glance was enough to make them agree, and if they still felt brave enough, they would casually stand behind you or grab your attention.

You went to the bathroom alone, after insisting that you could do it on your own, that the bathroom wasn't that far away. You took longer than usual; the trio seemed to be getting restless now, annoyed, nervous.

What if he fell asleep? -Luffy questioned, pressing his lips together after a long sip-

The remaining two—Zoro and Sanji—shook their heads. They knew you quite well. You wouldn't sleep in a place like that. 10 minutes, nothing. No sign of you. 15 minutes. They seemed to be getting fed up. That's when the decision was made. They'd come after you once and for all. They'd find out why you were taking so long, scold you for leaving them alone, and then practically beg you to come.

They're speechless, annoyed, jealous. You were there, relaxed—as if you didn't care about leaving them alone—talking to some random guy. You seemed to be having fun, letting him grab you by the waist, and indeed, that act displeased a certain trio.

Tsk, I can't believe it. -Sanji, he was just upset that someone other than him was touching you so freely, while you didn't even put in the effort- That should be me.. No, even when I do it he gets upset.

Zoro, on the other hand, was stoic, lips pursed, gaze serious. He pretended that just witnessing the scene didn't bother him, that unlike those two, he "didn't care," but inside, he was dying of jealousy, his chest heaving; he clenched his hands into fists, leaving his knuckles completely white.