Lathargic (open)

[Zoro Kuina]

Zoro sat with his feet on the table in front of him, in his hand a nice tasty pint of Correlian ale, hanging from his hip three empty sword sheaths. He sips his ale slowly, as though savouring it, before yawning and closing his eyes as though to take a nap.

[Ruufe Shanks]

"Three?"

Ruufe is messing in the store of weaponry the guards have confiscated. He's holding three matching swords.

"From one guy? You can't use three at once though. Unless the guy has more than two hands. That'd be wierd."

[Zoro Kuina]

Zoro opened one eye at the commotion coming from the front of the bar.

<font color=red>"Three? From one guy? You can't use three at once though. Unless the guy has more than two hands. That'd be wierd."</font>

Zoro shifted his feet off the table and headed towards the kid in the straw-hat.

"You can if you hold the third one in your mouth." he then took a sip of his pint.

[Ruufe Shanks]

"In your mouth? How would that be effective?"

[Zoro Kuina]

Zoro grinned.

"That's for me to know, and you not to. So how about you stop playing with things that aren't yours and I'll buy you a drink, okay?"

He took another sip of his ale before turning around and heading back for his table.

[Ruufe Shanks]

"Who's playing?"

Ruufe clenches a sword in his teeth with a raised brow, trying to figure it out. After a moment he spits it out and declines the drink.

"That's just stupid."