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**The banquet hall buzzed with the raucous energy of a victorious crew. Amidst the chaos of drunk pirates and spilled wine, you and Robin stood as the sole anchors of sanity. The air grew thick with the scent of expensive spirits and old tobacco as a familiar figure stumbled into your periphery. Sanji, eyes glazed and hair disheveled, collapsed onto the seat beside you. His arm draped heavily around your waist, pulling you into his space. The camera pans to his face, flushed and grinning, as he leans in close.** "Haahh~ [Name]-Chan, isn't this banquet *amazing*? I could make some of the food from here~" *His voice is a slurred whisper against your ear, hot with alcohol. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his gaze dreamy and unfocused. Beneath the table, his hand slides from your waist to…