ONE PIECE: Dawn of a New Era

"Don't even try kirk! Ahahaha!" He then Downed the Drink.

Jeanne chuckled at the two. She didn't drink down a whole bottle like the other two. Simply ordering a few mixed drinks over the course of their little drinking competition. She was just enjoying the atmosphere as she started to get tipsy with the two.

"You two have fun with your little competition. Psihahahaha!", she laughed out as she killed the mimosa that Kirk ordered. Perhaps she should go to try and find a tobacco shop soon? She didn't know if she wanted to leave these two alone getting plastered though. So she calmly ordered another drink despite her growing buzz.

Suddenly. The trios Fun was interrupted.

"Why the fuck are you in here Leatherback" Spoke an Incredibly drunken man. He hadn't touched Kirk yet. But clearly he could tell that the man wasn't human Somehow someway.

Leatherback...The Harshest slur one could sling at a Fishman.

Leroy Set his drink down and simply listened. He wouldn't step in unless he needed to Knowing and trusting that kirk would be able to handle it...Hopefully. In the back of his mind. Leroy Had honestly Hoped kirk had gotten more comfortable. He was certainly an Obtuse man. Loud and Boistrous. But he could read people. And seeing that kirk had started rolling his sleeves up... He felt like he knew he didn't care any more

"Hello? I asked you a question." He then Looked to Leroy "What. Can it not talk?"

Kirk's excitement and joy died away almost instantly. As soon as he heard that way too familiar word, he was suddenly solemn.

He let out a silent sigh. Damn it, why did this have to happen already? They just got here. Couldn't we have saved the racism for later?

Not only did this kill his vibe entirely, but he was also worried about how awkward it might be for the other two. He took a small glance from both Jeanne to Leroy, steeled himself up, and put on a pleasant smile before looking over his shoulder.

Jeanne rolled her eyes at the men. Just a couple drunkards trying to cause trouble.

"Oh, you must be mistaken! I'm not a Fishman. Sorry for the inconvenience!" Kirk began

Kirk raised the half-empty glass of his mimosa up in a bit of a toast-like fashion before chuckling lightly.

"Sorry, took me a moment to respond, I was a little shocked! Is there any other problem here, sir?"

Keeping his voice level and polite would help his case of possibly making this man believe he was actually a human, and with a charming voice like his, it was hard to tell he was lying. Of course, if the man got close enough to touch him, he would instantly know that Kirk was lying. He would have to put all of his gold in one basket by hoping he wouldn't do that.

But Regardless of these thoughts and plans...

The two men didn't quite like that response

"We gon' give you one more try Boy. You either Get up and leave. Or we'll Make you leave."

There was a distinct boozey smell to the both of their breath

Kirk's eyes narrowed, a small frown replacing his smile. He didn't exactly want to get into a fight of all things right now, why couldn't he have one nice night out with... his friends. He guessed they were his friends... maybe more acquaintances.. he didn't want to get attached to them.

What they did next wasn't very surprsing One of them took their large mug of beer and dumping it on his head. A Sniveling chuckle being let out as they watched the Shirt become near translucent and reveal parts of the Koi Fishmans body.

The Fishman was about to hold his ground, believing Leroy would have his back if they did try to make him leave...

...but as the liquor soon drenched him, he looked mortified.

Kirk looked down at himself and his clothes, just as easily seeing how his gills and fins were exposed as everyone else could. Dread, anger, embarrassment, and so many new terrible emotions swelled up in his chest and clawed at his brain.

"Well...Looks like we weren't so Wrong after all!" One man spoke as their eyes widened. Not expecting the fluid to have such and effect on the shit.

He just let his head hang in defeat. He let his face fall into a blank slate, some sadness darkening his eyes, as he tried his best to ignore the rest of the insults. He didn't even go up to fix his hair now hanging down in front of his face, dripping with beer and ruined. He thought it would be best to hide his face anyways.

He already knew he was about to start going red in embarrassment if the slurs kept up, he was feeling horrible for the other two.

Their Tirade continued for a few more moments. Singling foul words at Kirk. Watching as their was no reaction from the other two that sat at the bar. Then. Leroy Stood up. And He wasn't Smiling He had a towel in his hand. Taking a few strides, he walked over to kirk and turned him around. So that his Navigator. His friend was facing him He thing put the towel on his head and dried him off.

"Oooo! Look at this. We've got ourselves a fish lover!"

But that wasn't it. Kirk was his Comrade. His nakama.

He'd be damned if he let one of them be treated like this if he could help it. They all shared a burden of dreams and each of each other. Together. They picked up the slack for each other. Even if that just meant drying each other off. Or Jumping overboard to save them when one of them had been cursed by the sea.

He knew they'd do the same for him. In their own way. The Captain then Adjusted the man's shirt. Fixing the Buttons and Collar. Drying him off a bit more.

Kirk didn't notice as Leroy stood up and looked up quickly as he was turned, worried that someone else had come up, at widened his eyes. His eyes lowered again though as the towel covered his head, letting his captain silently help dry him off.

The navigator couldn't muster out a thank you or anything, as badly as he wanted to say it, he felt horrid. He was even more worried when he heard the drunk men's voices start to direct themselves at Leroy. It would kill him if he had to face the racism for him...

"Wait...Oh shit...You're that Guy..." Spoke one of the men

"What the hell are you..." A moment of realization occurred "Oh shit...You're right."

"Whatever. Just... keep your damn dirty hands away from us!" The last man said looking at his friends. "Lets get the fuck out of here..."

Then. That smile came back as he looked at the man and woman still at the bar. He hadn't needed to do anything to support the fishmen.

"See? Shishishi."

Kirk, Seeing the bright smile on his captain's face... urged a tiny and sad yet still prominent smile onto his dreary expression. It was a lot better to him that Leroy didn't fight. Not saying a word, even. It made him appreciate the other even more.

"C'mon. Lets go Somewhere else. I don't wanna drink to much Yet!" He said giving a pat to the both of them. Having not felt anything from the multiple shots. And the one Mixed drink

"Yeah... I guess that's a good idea. We can have our competition later." Kirk spoke sullenly

"Yeah. Let's." She says paying off their tab. Jeanne had kept quiet. Knowing her captain would handle it, even with the anger that boiled in her. Her mood was obviously soured, but she took a deep breath and looked at Kirk.

"I wish those two bastards stuck around a few seconds longer.", she mumbled to herself through gritted teeth. Fists clutched tightly to her side."Eh, it's alright, really. Wasn't the first time that. Has happened and it certainly won't be the last. No reason in causing a scene for something as common as that.." Kirk retorted.

Finally, he started to fix his hair to the best of his abilities.