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Shakkys Rip-off Bar closed early today. Business was never really booming but recently it was even worse. Due to the shoddy reputation of the establishment and the constant conflict that's been raging for the last two years a lot less people visited it in recent times. Her only regular guests were Hachi the fish-man and a band of former enslavers lead by a man named Duval. They are friends of the Straw Hats and have been protecting the pirate crews ship since they disappeared. The Thousand Sunny remained safely where it docked that fateful day thanks to their efforts, but mostly due to Bartholomew Kuma. The warlord turned machine sacrificed everything. His flesh, his free will, his soul and even his likeness so the Government could replicate him over and over again. But despite being a literal tool now he still defends the pirate ship, for that was the deal. He agreed to undergo the final modifications in exchange for one final request: Protecting the Straw Hats.
But for some reason everyone got to take a break today. No fish-man wounds to tend to and no thirsty manhunters to serve. There was no need for them to visit her bar. There was a pause in the siege that's been going on unbroken for 2 years. Even the unfeeling, uncaring machine could rest today. Nobody really knows what happened or why. All that is known is that all marine forces were withdrawn from the archipelago and were done so swiftly. Looks like they had a more pressing matter to attend to. As a result Shakky closed her bar for today.
Now she's all on her lonesome with her lit cigarette and her thoughts. The promised day of reunion is at hand. She wonders when Rayleigh will be back, and if the monkey boy is okay after all this time. But suddenly her thoughts are disrupted by the chime of the bell above the front door.
"Owner. Milk. Cold."
She doesn't bother looking at the customer.
"Sorry. Not open for business today. Try tomorrow."
"I didn't ask if you were open. I told you to get me a drink!"
The figure threw itself on the bar stool and kick their legs on the bar table. It was a rather comical sight, one that made Shakky chuckle.
"As you wish."
She poured a whiskey glass full of cold milk and handed it over.
"Here you go."
"Thanks! Old hag!"
Eliza chugged the milk down.
"PAH! That hit the spot!"
"I knew I smelled gunpowder. So it was you Eliza. What did you do?"
"Ah, nothing. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd pop in. Say hi, you know. But then I got sidetracked when a bunch of white coats got in my way. I thought "Hey! Free fun!". So I did what I do best. But now I worked up quite a thirst. So keep 'em coming!"
"How many?"
Shakky asked as she poured another round.
"All. I stopped leaving survivors after a while. The coffins they will never fill leave a good enough message as is."
"Still as vicious as ever."
"You know it!"
