[ Of course she knows that. Even in the middle of working her own hustle, Nami found the time to take in the sight of Zoro as he beat the crap out of half the bar – not that that's any of his business. ]

Please. You've always looked broke.

[ It's a tart remark that does nothing to diminish the warmth in her chest as her body slots in so snugly against Zoro's side, solid and familiar as the hand he curves over her ass.

Nami's arm tightens around him, until he calls her that and freezes her in place for a beat longer than she would have liked. Thankfully, she recovers herself in short order, arching against his hand almost encouragingly as she ducks her head and presses a firm kiss to his jaw. ]

If you didn't like it, you wouldn't have bothered getting me to the altar, love.

[ Right. It's all for the sake of their cover story. Time to turn away enough to down the rest of her drink, clearing her throat against the burn of the alcohol as she nudges him with her hip. ]

Come on. [ Before she gives herself a heart attack purely and solely for the sake of this ruse. ] Let's see how lucky you make me at roulette.