Drink
ship: Nami x fem! reader
summary: What kind of flirtation, exactly, would catch and keep Nami's interest?
a/n: requested by @0amy5
tags: flirtations so unhinged they're borderline suggestive, gay panic, reader's sister is a good wingwoman (she also goes off with Sanji), Nami is the dom of this relationship, inaccurate alcohol use because I've never gone drinking it in my life and I don't intend to
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Your younger sister smiled behind the rim of her mug. "Oh, she's definitely interested."
From where you leaned back against the high top table, the pretty orange-haired girl and her group of guy friends across the bar were in your blind spot. Your sister was more than happy to face them on your behalf, not at all being subtle about how she was smiling at Nami and then gesturing towards you.
"Turn around already, would you? Don't be a bitch." Your sister smacked your arm with the back of her hand, and you smacked her back quickly. "I thought I was finally going to see your renowned flirting skills in action."
"Shut your face." you smile. "We both know you don't need to learn flirting from me."
She picked up her jacket from the barstool at her side, attention no longer on you but on Sanji, who held her gaze and then excused himself from the group. Your sister gave you a mischievous wink, "The extra advantage doesn't hurt."
You huff a laugh, waving a hand in dismissal and congratulations.
A head of orange hair had approached from the opposite direction and occupied the seat next to you. She braced her forearms on the high top table and addressed the barkeep. "Word is, top shelf is the sweetest you have around here."
It was either that the alcohol had gone to your head, or that she smelled like tangerines and the sea, but your mouth was quicker than your mind. "Too much sweetness will make you sick."
The side of Nami's mouth curled up as she turned to look at you, then swept her eyes over your body with deliberate, flirtatious slowness. "I'll take my chances." A bottle with amber-colored liquid was placed between you two. "I'm Nami."
You introduce yourself in return, and Nami's smile widens. "Y/n… listen, your friend isn't very good at subtlety."
"Neither is yours, from the way he opened the door for my sister when they left together."
Nami grasps the bottle by the neck, leading the way to the veranda of the bar where there was more privacy. She said over her shoulder. "Oh, that one worships all women. Your sister is in good hands."
The two of you claim a two-person table at the corner of the veranda railing―― to have something to lean into when the alcohol hits you all at once, probably. Nami crosses one leg over the other, and the generously beautiful movement nearly made you gulp.
"With all due respect, Y/n," she began. "I bet you'll crawl into my bed before tonight ends."
Oh, indisputably. You heard yourself think. "I bet this table will be more than enough for us, sweetheart."
Her smile widens into a grin. Correct response. "You're quite the smooth talker, aren't you?"
"Oh, no. My tongue is rough, actually." You reach across the table to take the bottle from her, sticking your tongue out against the rim before you took a swig.
Something was burning in the blue of Nami's eyes when you placed the bottle back between you two. She didn't miss a beat. "How about this? You guess something wrong about me, you drink. I guess something wrong about you, I drink."
You grin. "We both get drunk in the end, regardless?"
Nami made an offended face. "Do you have someplace else to be in the morning, pretty lady?"
"Not anymore." There never was, but for the sake of that blush on Nami's cheeks now, a little lying couldn't hurt.
"I'll go first, then." She leaned closer. You crossed your legs as well, so it becomes more likely that your boots touched casually (but not really). "You've been married before."
A giggle escaped you. "I hope you're thirsty."
She shamelessly glanced down at your lips for a fraction of a second. Your thighs clench under the table. "No man ever tried to put a ring on your finger?"
"Oh, they've tried. Haven't you noticed my sister's knives?" You waited a few seconds until realization flickered across Nami's face. "My life is better without all the dangling bits, thank you."
Nami snickered, grabbing the bottle. After she threw her head back and gulped down the mouthful of liquid, she returned it on the center of the table. "Your turn."
You hummed thoughtfully. To call her out so early in this dynamic, or to get yourself blackout drunk? "You prefer giving up control."
There was something dark and broken about the way she smiled at the words. It was ridiculously attractive. "Drink, Y/n."
It was as if your shoulder and hand were not entirely your own as you reached for the bottle and took another swig. Simple as that, you were under Nami's thumb.
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