What could dispel sorrow? Only wine could ease one's worries.
"Glug, glug~~"
Kuzan drank deeply. When he finished the bottle, the person beside him slid another over. It was even his favorite sherry.
"Ah la la, thanks."
Kuzan accepted without ceremony, picked up the bottle, and took a swig. Then he turned around, crossed his legs, and leaned back against the bar.
He rubbed his right leg, and memories of Punk Hazard from years ago surfaced.
"A notorious scumbag treating me to a drink. What a surprise!"
"Scumbag?"
Good pointed at himself and looked at his subordinates.
"Do I look like a scumbag?"
"No, Lord Good is a good man!"
Qikara answered from the bottom of her heart.
Beside her, Drake's face darkened. He badly wanted to correct Qikara's choice of words. This guy didn't have one Beli's worth of connection to being a good man!
And there was Admiral Aokiji!
"Gyahahaha, well said."
Good laughed heartily as he looked at Aokiji.
"Long time no see, Aokiji. No, my friend Kuzan!"
"Earth Calamity Good."
Kuzan rubbed his severed leg and met his gaze coldly.
"Hey, hey, don't look so fierce."
Good raised his glass with a smile. "I was worried when I heard you'd left the Marines. I came specifically to have a drink with you."
"You think I'd believe that?"
Kuzan sneered.
"I don't believe it either, but that doesn't matter."
Good shrugged and raised his bottle.
"What matters is having a drink first."
"..."
Kuzan fell silent for several seconds, then raised his bottle and clinked it against Good's. He was no longer a Marine. There was no need to make an enemy of him.
After they drank for a while, the atmosphere improved considerably.
Good extended an invitation. "Want to stop by my fortress?"
"Your fortress... Hoenn