I thought they'd leave when the clubbers did.

Your eyes linger on the Donquixote trio for a moment before beginning to scan the rest of the customers; now that the bar has cleared out a little you see that the girl named Vivi is actually celebrating with friends after being accepted into a prestigious college. 

Thatch is still present with two women--oh wait, you believe one of them is actually a man, a very beautiful crossdresser it would appear, but he seems to identify as male. And accompanying them is a cute woman with light blue hair and dark eyes, Thatch has audibly called her by a name several times but you can't work out if he's saying 'Bay' or 'Bae' but at least you haven't needed to serve her yet since she keeps going to Shanks. Apparently the two know each other from way back and have a friendship of sorts.

Bonney is still here and drinking enough free booze to sink a ship, the regulars are mostly all present and finally, Rayleigh and the wine-drinker that you've since learnt is named Mihawk are still here also.

"Ne, can I have another beer~?" A grimace etching itself into your features as those words catch your ear, Shanks had been serving them up until now since they were sat closer to him but sadly the redhead has gone to change a barrel, meaning you'll have to handle this one.

Your brow already twitching when you notice the large ball of snot is still hanging from the man's nose as he waits for you at the bar, you don't miss how Mihawk even glares at the guy before scooting away from him slightly. 

This walking ball of germs is gonna end up putting my customers off their drinks!

You can't help the small pout on your face as the approach the man, reluctantly taking his empty glass and turning toward the pumps, not at all interested in dilly-dallying, you want this glass out of your hands as soon as possible after he has touched it. 

"What are you having?" Much to your irritation, he doesn't answer, but you can feel him staring. Your brows beginning to knit as your full attention locks back onto him, your voice raising ever so slightly as you repeat yourself. "Sir, what can I get for you?"

"Behehehe just a beer please~!" Finally.

You hear him speaking in the background as you pour his drink but his voice is somewhat muffled by the bar's music, it would seem he's actually trying to speak quietly for once. 

Although much to your horror, when you turn back to the man his two other friends are positioned beside him, all looking at you with intrigued smiles on their faces - the mere sight alone causing a deep shiver to run down your spine.

It would seem that they've finally figured out who you are but you decide to play dumb, simply setting the drink down and turning your attention toward Mihawk, you had hoped you could spark a conversation with the man so that the trio would be less inclined to bother you although sadly, Hawk-eyes still has half a glass of wine so pouring him another drink would be considered strange and he doesn't seem like the type to make idle chat unless you were to force it upon him.

So instead your eyes flicker toward Rayleigh but he's busy playing darts with another regular named Crocus, leading you to retreat back to Bonney, the girl still sat at the end of the bar but is very clearly swaying in her seat while her half-lidded eyes linger on Mihawk.

"He's pretty hot too, don't ya think?" She carelessly questions, clearly not realising how loud she's being and drawing in the older raven's mildly confused stare. "Yes you, vampire man~! Say, are you single?"

Please stop. 

"Yes, he's very cute, just don't harass him! What did Sengoku say about the job?" Of course before she gets the chance to even open her mouth again, a whistle sounds from behind, beckoning you over and causing a very deep and bitter frown to dent your features.

"Barmaid, come here! We wanna talk~!" Diamante's voice being the first to call out although his brows raise as you shoot him an irritated look before making your way back over, whatever fear you had before diminishing as you stop before the men.

"Don't whistle me, I'm not a fucking dog."

"Oh? What a lively one~!"

"Ne, she doesn't know who we are."

"I don't care who you think you are, whistle me again and I'll cave in your skull." Your sour response certainly surprises the men, all of them staring at you in wonder as you continue. "What do you want anyway?"

"Behehehe~! Rosi wouldn't bed this snapping turtle, surely~!"

What did he call me? 

"We wanted to ask if you had a connection with a certain man," The calmest one finally speaks, pulling your attention to the guy with food still stuck to his face, it has literally been there all night and you're beginning to wonder why nobody has told him about it. "He's blonde and tall, goes by the name Rosinante. Do you know him?"

What the hell do I say to that? I don't know or trust these guys! 

"Are you buying a drink or not?" Perhaps a little too defensive but it's the best you could come with under such pressure, the man simply humming thoughtfully as Diamante grins. 

"Oh yeah, she's definitely fucking him!" 

Excuse me?

"You three are being too loud." A masculine voice finally murmurs, your wide eyes as well as the trio's drifting toward Mihawk, the man harbouring a slight glare as he stares down at the men as if they were mere worms. "Be quiet." 

Wow, I thought I was blunt...

"And who do you think you're talkin--"

"Behehehehe leave it, Vergo~! We don't have a gripe with this man~!" Snot-face rumbles, his focus never wavering from you, in fact you can practically feel him looking you up and down from behind his glasses - studying your figure a little too much for your liking. "I do hope you're not playing games with Joker's little brother, barmaid. It's a good way to end up dead or better yet...sold to somebody else who likes to toy with people."

 What the fuck is he trying to imply?

"You think I'm scared of you?"

A gentle hand suddenly touching your shoulder from behind as your boss's voice fills your ears, the redhead seemingly appearing out of nowhere and still sporting his usual smile, however his aura still feels somewhat threatening at the same time; "I hope you aren't harassing my staff, Trebol."

Trebol...I'll have to remember that name.

It's in this moment that the pub seemingly falls silent; Rayleigh and Crocus both turning their attention toward the three men, as well as many of the regulars and Mihawk himself, you've always heard Shanks' name carries weight around this town but you didn't quite know how much until now. 

It's like they're all waiting for him to pounce or something. 

"...Ne, of course not, Shanks~!" The man finally folds, a sloppy grin spreading across his lips as he innocently reaches for his drink, taking a small sip from it before attempting to reassure the male further. "I was just asking her some questions, she seems like an interesting woman~!"

"Oh, I'm sure." The redhead sarcastically murmurs, his hand pulling you back by your shoulder as he steps forward, almost acting as a protective barrier between you and them, a cold glimmer in his eyes as his smile slowly turns into a slight smirk. "Threaten her again and it'll be Doflamingo who pays the price."

"Behehehe of course! The last thing we'd want to do is sever ties between you and Joker~!"

So Shanks does do some form of business with them?

"Good, then enjoy your drinks." And with that the redhead gets back to work behind the bar. 

At least the men don't linger much longer after being put in their place, simply just finishing their drinks before heading out and allowing the bar's atmosphere to lighten up once again, you even manage to get a sentence or two out of Mihawk as the night draws onward.

You also don't miss the flirtatious little comments Bonney keeps throwing at your boss, the alcohol completely destroying whatever filter she might've had when sober but at least Shanks doesn't seem to mind, in fact he seems rather flattered by it. 

Though, that creepy trio did make you feel rather wary so you decide you'll call a taxi to take you home after shift, sending Rosinante a little text whilst everyone is distracted in the meantime.

"Hey, do you know a man named Trebol?"