I must say, Johnny and Yosaku are my not-exactly-secret love. And you just know their time with Zoro was just one big threesome. With blood and swords.

Knowing that Zoro would not know which one to request, his two friends had kindly provided him with a folded slip of paper to hand to the clerk. *dead* It's like Mommy and Daddy are sending little Zoro out to buy milk. Or beer.

Zoro wasn’t so sure about that one, but both of his friends were older and had seen more of the world. Certainly they didn’t get lost the way he tended to. *more dead*

Haramaki... adult wear... Oh, Zoro, I love you and your simple though process.

they all made their way to a nearby tavern and got stinking drunk.
But of course!

Zoro was too busy turning over some more pages, stopping finally at a section called ‘Technique” where he goggled for a second and then started to drool.

“Is that really possible?” he wondered aloud. Crud. You've got me laughing like a nut, which wouldn't be a problem except that at the moment it's making my piercing rub against my shirt and hurt a little.

It was then that the fourth task that had to be completed came to light. You could write this. Or really, anything else set in this pre-Luffy universe of awesome.