”I’mma dellin ya’ Joe, dhere ain’t nobody dat can drink as much as Connor Kingsley!” A squeaky voice shoot throughout the Salty Spitoon, one that came from the body of a small girl. Standing below five feet, Waffles had her face pressed against that of the bartenders, both equally dirty looking. Both of their faces were fierce as the middle-aged man battled back, ”You’re out ya freakin’ mind Waffles. Yo think that wasted peon can stand a chance against “Wild Stomach” Monroe. Pleeeeeeease, I’d more likely believe you’re older than seven.” Attempting to press the man’s nose into his face with her own she shouted back, ”Ya ugly smug bastid. I am over seven ya, I’m fuckin’ twelve.” Another voice shot from the back of the bar exclaiming, ”You kiss your mother with that mouth?” ”No but I kiss yours with it!” Placing her doll sized middle finger in the air, she removed her face from Sully’s, lowering herself off of her tippy toes as she sat herself back on the stool she had been using as a height equalizer.

The weak mannered wit of her joke had the insanely drunk patrons howling in laughter as she leaned over the counter and whispered to Sully, ”Dag man, what’s a lady gotta do ta get a pint around here??!” The scratchy voice quickly replied, ”About four more years at least. Any sooner might turn ya into a right proper scag.” Sucking her teeth, the girl rested her cheek within her palm, her elbow resting against the wooden counter. Looking around the bar as she tapped the fingers of her free hand against the counter. It seemed like procuring alcohol here today was going to be a dub. She figured she could get Sully to come off a few drops, but like always, he wasn’t having it. Waffles hated him and all his “responsibility” as he liked to call it. She liked to call it being a pain in the ass. Nonetheless, she did let him steal in her bar, as long as it couldn’t be linked to him.

This is what came thru her mind as her mischievous eyes roamed around the bar, before locking on to her newfound mark. Such an unusually tall guy, it was apparent that he wasn’t from Logue. Or if he was, she had been blind for at least twelve years of her life and missed him. His style of dress just felt like he might have a coin or two, his height hopefully insisting that he would be to clumsy to actually catch her if it came down to that. Either way, her boredom was beginning to peak so she had to do SOMETHING. Hopping down from the stool, she strolled in his direction, mischief on her mind as she examined him and his potential goodies.

Sidestepping thru the many feet that seemed like they were aiming to stomp her into the floor with horrible dance moves and drunken stumbling, the girl made her way towards the extra tall guy. As she got closer, her eyes furrowed as they locked in on what was currently the object of both of their attention. Being fiddled within the huge palms of the foreign guy was a medium sized orb shaped fruit, its stem curling dramatically at it’s tip. The fruit was much brighter than a banana, yet yellow in hue nonetheless. Waffles didn’t even realize that her mouth was agape, and drool had almost began to stream down her mouth as she looked at the fruit. She had never seen a Devil Fruit before, but if what the bandits said about them and how they looked, this was definitely it. The swirling pattern gave it away, unless someone just had way too much time on their hands and carved them.

Nonetheless, the spell the fruit had on her was broken as the baby giant tucked it neatly back into his pocket, before his gaze fell upon her. Quickly looking away to try and seem inconspicuous, instead she came off overly obvious, as she scratched her head. Turning back towards the guy as he spoke to her, for a moment she just stood there vexed as she said, ”What?” A look of pure confusion on her face as she muttered back over his words and snapped her fingers as the light bulb in her head went off. ”Oh, dat. Nah nah, I was just gonna welcome you to the lovely town of Logue. Where the Marines are shit, and the Pirates are - Hey!” She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence, as a body fell into her, it’s weight almost dead.

As the sloppy drunk bar patron bumped into her from behind, she dramatically cascaded forward, attempting to catch herself as she knocked glasses off of the table as she careened towards Vicktur. With her arms flailing about, her disbalance carried her the rest of the way to his booth, before she collided with his leg. Throwing her body about, she swiftly clambered thru his pockets while pressed against him, withdrawing the fruit with her small hand as she munched it vigorously in what seemed to be one motion. Twisting her face in disgust of the taste, the girl looked up at Vicktur, the mischievous grin on her face wider than normal as she said, ”And dat’s for not gettin’ me a beer!” So juvenile, she didn’t care what she had just lost the man, only that she got her spiteful revenge for an offense that surely the man didn’t even know he had committed.

She couldn’t stand the taste of the fruit, but as the rage grew within the lil’ Giant, it become a bit more tasteful. Cherishing it, as she chewed it slowly, moaning lightly as she closed her eyes, which in all actuality was to shield the fact she wanted to vomit. Through her closed eyes she didn’t even notice when she was being snatched off of her feet, and instead squealed like a small mouse as she was uprooted. Placed on eye level with the blonde as he clutched her by her makeshift jacket. Flailing her legs, she attempted to kick the person assaulting her, but continued to flick her tongue across her fingers, still fake savoring the fruit as the dude complained about it. It wasn’t the first time someone had spoke ill of her manners,but where in the world was this guy getting off talking about manners when he was assaulting a little kid in a room full of people.

Continuing to squirm and wiggle around the girl said loudly, ”Well ya ever think about my damn dreams? I just ruined ‘em all since you wanna be all “Stop. No, I don’t want to buy you alcohol. But you don’t even see how selfish you’re bein’ right now do ya? Well either way, I forgive you! Don’t let it happen again though.” Crossing her arms abruptly, her small body went limp as she waited to be put down, ignoring the fact that she hadn’t even began anything resembling an apology. Despite the bulbous vein peaking out on Vicktur’s forehead, she just couldn’t find it in herself to be serious about such a moment. Heck if anything she had did the guy a favor by not letting him ingest such a nasty fruit.

Opening one eye though, she cut it at Vicktur from the side as she muttered, [i]”But I’d even moreso forgive you if you got me a beer doe.” A sly grin found itself on her face once more, as dimples protruded on her cheeks. Lighting up as if nothing at all had transpired between the two, she simply turned and began to stare into his face as she gandered, ”How’d ya get so dang tall? That’s so crazy man.”

It appears her cat-like reflexes hadn’t exactly shown up today, as she landed ungracefully against the creaking wood as Vicktur released her from his clutches. Standing to her full height, she brushed a phantom hand off of her back, pretending as if she had freed herself from the situation she had found herself in, before readjusting her vest. A slight “hmph” sound echoed from between her lips, as she thrust her head into the sky, her eyes closed as she said, ”Well I know one thing, you may as well NOT even bother asking me for any help, because I sure as hell couldn’t bother helpin’ a mean ass person lik- HEY!” For the second time in only a few ‘short’ moments, she had been interrupted by something not so favorable. First time it was a pair of legs, this time it was about her pair of legs...or at least her less than respectable stature. It had always been one of those touchy subjects for her, and it became noticeable to everyone how much so as she began to glow red.

As her face turned the color of a beat, she reached out with her incredibly small hands, reached out, clinging on Vicktur’s outer calf as she gave him a solid pinch of doom. Releasing him, she immediately scattered off just to ensure that she wasn’t in arms reach if he tried to retaliate. Peaking out from under a nearby chair, she yelled brazenly, ”What do you think this is, some sorta slave trade where ya can just get underaged little girls to just do what you want to at your command. You sir, sicken me.” Sticking her tongue out at Vicktur as she attempted to situate herself in a position that was only moderately uncomfortable instead of unbearably uncomfortable. Cramped under the chair with her neck twisted to the side, she found herself in a worse position than only moments before as a bar patron decided that now was the current time to occupy the seat.

The added weight of the person caused the chair to sink in on her more, causing her to flail about as she struggled to no be pushed into the floor from the fat lady’s unusually high body weight. Struggling violently, Waffles thru herself from under the chair, popping up in front of Vicktur once more as she continued, ”Fine! But imma tell you, I don’t even feel different at all. So really, I guess you didn’t even kill my dreams after all, since your fruit was bullshit and all." Slyly aligning herselfself by his leg she cupped her hand over her mouth as she mouthed ”Ha ha” But maybe he could still be useful to more of her future endeavours. Rubbing her palms together mischievously, Waffles thought about how many potential people she could rob with a small giant by her side. Glorious mayhem! The moment seemed to take her as she cackled ”Mwhahahahahaha”, in an incredibly audible fashion with her hands thrown up. Catching herself, she placed her hands over her mouth before lowering them as she said, ”Well fine Tall guy, I’ll bite. Your shit friend Yomi really put ya in a bind, so I’ll help ya. Free of charge, you’re welcome, it's no problem cause dats what friends dooooooo.” Smiling up at the man, she stared him in his face as she prepared to disembark.[/color]

Chuckling lightly as she stared at the man and his attempt at a grim story of slavery. She didn’t know if it was true or not, but he definitely didn’t look like the type, nor was his aura that of a serial person seller. Instead she shot back, ”No no. You’re like, a weirdo, cause you’re all extra tall for no reason and shit. But nah, I dun think you’re a people seller, that seems to low of a place for a man of your….elegance.” Stooping into a low and sarcastic bow before popping back up, her tongue outstretched again as she began to scale his being. Climbing up his leg, she stepped onto the table with her dirty feet. Still forced to look up at the absurdly tall human being, she said, ”Well if dat’s what you really think, den lemme tell you somethin’ Sir Elegante…”, leaning in close, Waffles dropped her voice to a whisper as she said, ”You’re doing it wrong.”

If there was one thing that Waffles had a knack for, it was over the top drama. Every action as if it were apart of some script in a movie. It was strange, even while utterly poor, the small girl still considered herself to be somewhat of a spotlight. She was a proud young lady, and it shone on her face. Though whacky, she was determined and more so than that, believed her own words. Sitting down on the table Indian Style, the girl threw her hair over her shoulder as she said, ”So dis what we do. You see all these drunk fucks round here? All we gotta do is mark em right now, see who really got the dollaz, the paper, the fetty, the gwap, the cheese, dat Bellllli, and then just follow em off. Ya know they prolly live somewhere or somethin, so I mean, you rob them, then everybody else around em. Simple. Easy. All ya gotta do is intimidate em, I’ll do the rest. Besides, what other options ya got?” She stared at him questioningly, hoping that he didn't have an answer or an alternative and would just go with it.

Rubbing her palms together, the girl muttered, ”Excellent”, as she stood to her feet, rapidly spinning on her toes as she surveyed the room of drunks after almost hitting Vicktur in the chin with her lengthy auburn ponytail. Cutting her eyes, Waffles looked over the crowd, a slight ”Hmmmmm” sound escaping her lips as she did so. Picking out about six potential victims, the girl began to speak as she said smugly, ”Usually I charge for lessons like deez ya know? My skills are known INTERNATIONALLY! I’m talkin’ about to the New World. Little kids just screamin, “Teach me how to be like you Waffles”. But I can’t give my secrets away. But I really like ya Vicktur, dat’s why I won’t kill ya after this, even with all this free top of da line education I’m givin’ ya.”

Turning her crystal blue eyes back towards the patrons, her smug grin still plastered on her face, she turned back to look at Vicktur as she continued, ”Way I see it, Lanky, is we can either go red headed bimbo, she’s workin’ the hell out of the floor. Pool player Sucksbad. He’s lost so much money he’s gotta have more I’d wager. Fat Bitch Annie, just cause everybody know Fat Bitch Annie got it like that. Ugly Dave, he been throwing money at women and comin’ up short all night. Ooooooooor, lonely Steve. No reason, just fuck Steve though ya know?” As she had gone down her list, she had pointed to each one of them, allowing the gargantuan blonde to make a 3% more informed decision than he would a moment ago...if that. Waffles felt like she had it though, as she picked up Vicktur’s drinking glass. Tilting her head back, she chugged every drop, some spilling down her face as she drank the new guys beer before he could try and react.

A mischievous grin spread across her face as she said jovially, ”Cheers! I figured since ya didn’t wanna buy me a beer, you would AT LEAST wanna share one with me. That’s how friends work right? Yep yep! Kay, pick pick pick, go go go.” She had never really drank before, and the beer didn’t much taste to bad. She was ready to see what all the hype was with the alcohol scene! One more step in proving that she belonged on a pirate ship in her mind.

Maybe this guy actually wasn’t half bad after all. I mean she was generally a good judge of character when it came to pushing her limits with people that wouldn’t hurt her, but this was sort of different. It was almost like she liked him or something, like he was capable of really becoming her friend. Shaking her head in attempt to jostle the thought out of her mind, Waffles rubbed the beer residue from her mouth and chin with the back of her hand as she walked to the edge of the table before jumping down. Twirling on her toes she moved her arms in an upward motion in the direction of the lil’ Giant, as she said hurriedly ”Move it on along grandpa, we wanna do this before we’re twenty-two.” That seemed like such an abstract and far away number to Waffles, enough to illustrate that the guy was cranking out his movements to slow for her.

Scurrying off, the little thief weaved her way through the crowd of people, skipping between legs as she did so, before finding her place at the side of the mark. Violently swaying back and forth like a frail peach tree in the middle of a category five hurricane, Waffles looked up at the man, a smug look engraved on her face as she began to spin her tale before Vicktur made it to them. She said, ”Oh myyyyyy God, Peter, Peter. That guy said he’s gonna make you look like his date for tonight over this pool table. He bets you two hundred thousand Beli that he can take your ass outta here. Whatcha wanna do? I’m pretty sure you don’t want those problems doe.” It seemed as if Peter’s sway stopped instantaneously as soon as he heard words about money and taking his pride away on a pool table. No one was gonna fuck him on that pool table!

By the time Vicktur had made it to the table, Peter had attempted to shoulder check the small giant, which turned into a waist check due to the height difference. But it didn’t matter, Peter had that liquid courage in him right now, and he felt unstoppable. Shrugging her shoulders if blonde looked in her direction, she hoped Vicktur would know how this scam could work out so they could make big bucks….or any money. Cause who knew, they might actually die or something if the rouse fell through and they lost the bet and didn’t have any money. Dirty Peter as they called him was a member of the Golden Lynx Pirates, but that was unnecessary information right now, as long as the big human threw the first couple games and played along as he should, that was pointless information. How she expected him to know the plan, nobody knew. Either way she was looking for a way to get directly in Peter’s pockets while they played their little game.