“When are you going to take the hint and stop coming in here.” The old man grumbled as he took another swig from his bottle. “You keep scaring away all my customers!”
“Heh.” The white haired man took a drink from his glass with a grin. “Come on, I’m the only customer you get.”
It was the normal exchange between the two, the bar where they sat was empty as it always was these days. It had become just another relic of the old days when Gol D. Roger still sailed but it still bore the old King’s name proudly.
Raoul grumbled to himself from his table behind the marine, every day that man came in here to steal his alcohol… aye, he did actually pay for it but it was never poured by this man’s hands. Ever since that man took over the marine base a short while ago his customers had become scarce. It’s hard to keep a place going when your best patrons are pirates. “Well enjoy it while you can because I’m cl