"What are you doing (Y/n)-ya?" Law grumbled as he stepped out onto the porch, morning cup of coffee in hand.

"Behemoth did it again."

"Did what?"

He was answered with a loud crow from the largest tree in the backyard.

"Almost every time something busts into the coop, he gets himself stuck in a tree."

"He is a bird you know, he can fly out." He sipped his coffee and watched you march up to the tree determinedly.

"Yeah, he's a dumb bird though. He won't come down unless someone drags his ass down."

With a huff, you stood at the foot of the tree, hands on your hips. The rooster had managed to get himself settled pretty high up and didn't even spare you a glance before letting out another loud, annoying crow.

"Want me to get him?" Law offered.

"Nah, I got it. He and I have done this before and I'll be damned if I don't win this round."

You jumped, latched on to the closest branch, and heaved yourself up. Climbing from there was easy, you'd done this more often than you'd like to admit and you knew this particular tree well. It was Behemoths favorite by far.

"Is there a hole in the coop?" Law asked.

"Not anymore." You grunted as you lifted yourself higher bit by bit under his watchful eye. "I fixed that first thing when I woke up to one of the dumb birds pecking at my window."

Right at daybreak to be exact. Even on your "days off" you somehow still had to get up early for one thing or another.

Law took his time sauntering up to the tree to stare up at you and you had a feeling he was curious as to how you'd deal with the temperamental bird.

When you reached Behemoth, he immediately started getting an attitude. He gained a look in his beady little eyes that told you he was scheming something. And as you thought, when you reached for the branch he sat on, he inched towards your hand and bent his head down, fully intent on pecking at your fingers.

"No you don't you little shit." You pulled yourself up with the one hand and reached around with the other to grab his feet.

He let out a pitiful squawk as he was suddenly hanging upside down in your grip, his wings beating at you nonstop. Law was chuckling below you, thoroughly amused.

You lowered yourself back onto the last branch you were on and righted the bird, tucking him under your arm to keep his wings under control.

"Impressive." Law grinned up at you. "Are you going to toss him down?"

"No, he'd just go up another tree." He was a dumb bird after all.

"So how're you going to get down?"

"Haven't planned that far ahead yet." You sat down with a bit of effort, pushing Behemoth's head away to keep his sharp beak at bay.

"How about this," He placed his coffee mug on the ground delicately and positioned himself below you. "jump and I'll catch you."

"It's too early for terrible jokes Law."

"I'm serious."

He held his arms open, beckoning you down and you sighed. A week with these men and they were treating you like they'd known you for ages, almost like they'd forgotten how you'd met them. Then again, you were slowly doing the same thing.

You took a deep breath and pushed off from your perch, closing your eyes instinctively as you fell and felt a rush of air around you. Behemoth squirmed in your hold, refusing to believe that he couldn't escape. He only became more aggitated when you suddenly stopped, caught by Law like he promised he would.

For a second, you were held in his arms awkwardly, unsure of where to go with the situation you'd quite literally landed yourself in. And then the rooster decided that since he couldn't peck at you, he'd go for Law. He jabbed at the man's exposed collar, getting him a couple times before Law dropped you on your ass.

"Damn bird." He hissed, pressing a hand to the pinched skin.

"Yeah." You winced. "He's an asshole."

"Not talking about me, are you?" A yawning Kid leaned against the porch rail, his face propped up in the palm of his hand.

"Not this time, surprisingly." You lifted your catch in the air for him to see and he snickered.

"I'm being outdone by a chicken. I need to step my game up."

"Please don't." You got to your feet and marched to the coop, opening the chicken wire gate just enough to throw the angry rooster inside before closing it behind him. "I may finally decide to kick you guys out."

He scoffed. "I'd like to see you try sweetheart."

"Is that a challenge?" You turned to face him, smirking at his mischievous expression.

"Get your ass over here and figure that out."

And of course he had to somehow make it sound sexual. You still weren't sure where he and Law sat on the crazy scale, part of you wanted to believe their insane story, but until you had more of a solid idea, crazy just didn't do it for you. And even then, you still didn't appreciate how they'd come into your life.

"No thanks, I've got more productive things to do today."

"Like what?" Law asked. He'd picked up his coffee and was once again sipping at it.

"Umm...." You hadn't actually made any plans for the day.

"Lame attempt at an excuse sweetheart." Kid rolled his eyes at you before lighting up. "Actually, I've got a request."

You raised an eyebrow at him. Neither of them had asked for anything extra since getting here, well, besides being nit picky with food and clothes that is.

"Could we get some alcohol around here? I'm tired of going without."

Law nodded in agreement. "I could go for some whisky or something."

"Oh. Well I guess you guys haven't been going through too much stuff in the house from the sounds of it." You brushed dirt off of your jeans and trotted onto the porch to reach the door leading into the kitchen.

"You told us not to." Kid grumbled as he followed you in, Law not far behind him.

"True." You kicked off your shoes and clambered onto the countertop to reach into the cabinets above the fridge. "Wren always kept her stash up here and I'm not much of a drinker so you guys can have at it I guess. Someone might as well drink it so it doesn't go to waste."

They greedily accepted the bottles you handed down to them, starved for a good drink apparently. Wren had stashed more up here than you'd originally thought and you found at least one bottle of every kind of alcohol you could think of off the top of your head along with a few others. Everything from vodka, to the whiskey Law wanted, and sake that Kid seemed very excited for. All of it looked to be top shelf brands on top of everything.

"Hold on." You paused midway to giving Kid the last bottle and frowned at him. "Should you guys even be drinking?"

He tilted his head to the side questioningly. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I promise you, a bit of alcohol will be fine." Law answered as he snatched the bottle to inspect it.

"What kinds of drunks are you?" You pushed.

"The kind that's happy with more to drink." Kid snickered. "Is there more up there or are you coming down?"

You frowned but didn't press them further. They'd be alright, or you hoped so at least. "Let me check...."

There was one last thing up there and you had to stand on your toes to reach it. Your fingers hit cool glass and you were just barely able to grasp it. When you pulled it forward, it wasn't what you thought it'd be but that wasn't entirely a bad thing.

"Holy shit I didn't realize they had some stashed!" You lit up as you found a small, velvet bag beside the jar and snatched it up as well.

"Some what?" Both men asked in unison.

"Of this." You held the jar out towards them triumphantly.

"......Weeds in a jar?" Kid quirked a brow at you.

"Weed actually." You plopped down on the counter and twisted the lid off, immediately filling the room with the interesting smell.

"I don't get it." Law said with a frown. He stepped closer to poke his nose over the opening to get a better smell.

"So you have things like whisky and sake where you're from but not weed?"

"No, why's it special?"

"You can smoke it and it gets you high. I like to compare it to alcohol but it feels stronger and you don't have to deal with a hangover or getting yourself sick. Past that it's hard to explain."

"Sounds fun." Kid grinned and reached for the jar.

"Nuh uh." You snapped the lid back in place and hugged the jar to your chest. "You've apparently never tried it and house rules for beginners are either alcohol or weed, not both."

"That's a stupid rule."

"Not really." Law sided with you. "A mix like alcohol and something that creates a high could mix badly. You'd want to know how you handle one before trying them both."

"Exactly." You said with a nod. "So take your pick."

Kid grumbled but reached for a sake bottle, having made his decision. That worked for you, drinking wasn't your thing but weed was. You didn't smoke often and in fact, you hadn't known that Wren had kept a half full jar with her alcohol but then again, you bet she'd forgotten about it too. It was lucky that the jar was sealed tight and the bud hadn't gone bad.

"So what's with that then?" Law poked at the small velvet bag you had in your lap.

You opened it up and shook its contents out into your open palm. "Pipe and stuff. You need it to smoke."

Law picked the pipe up from your hand to inspect it. Wren was always good about keeping her stuff clean and the pipe was spotless. It'd been some time since she had smoked and yet she'd still managed to remember to clean it before she'd hidden it away. It was a simple piece, shaped like a fish, with the bowl taking the place of the tail.

For a moment, you were reminded of all the times you sat out on the back porch with Wren, late into the night. She'd smoke and while you were in highschool, you'd just sit with her to keep company. After you finished school, she'd let you join in on the smoking, even if you were still technically not allowed to yet. You spent a lot of time on the swing, talking about college or her plans for planting in the spring and summer. She was actually in the middle of getting a garden put together before she passed and you hadn't found the heart to pick up where she left off.

"(Y/n), you good?" Kid asked. He'd opened a bottle and it was slightly raised like he was getting ready to take a drink when he noticed you zoning out.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine." You shook your head, like it'd clear your thoughts, and hopped off the counter, placing your aunt's stash in the spot you were just in.

He shrugged, taking your word for it before tossing his head back and taking long gulps from the bottle.

"Woah, it's a little too early to be going that hard, don't you think?" You lowered the bottle and eased it from his gasp as he let out a content smile.

"It's never too early to drink."

"I beg to differ."

"I'm going to have to agree with Eustass-ya on this one." Law had emptied his coffee mug about halfway and then proceeded to top it off with the whiskey. "When you're used to living like we do, you never know which drink will be your last."

"Well that shouldn't be a worry here guys, can you at least wait till, like noon or something?"

"Why?" Kid gave you a look of momentary disgust, like you'd just insulted his mother, before snatching the bottle back and finishing it off.

"I still have school work to do today and I don't want to have to babysit you two at the same time."

"Don't worry (Y/n)-ya, we'll be fine. We won't bother you while you do your work." He then smirked as he raised the coffee mug to his lips. "Scout's honor."

Right. You'd have to wait and see about that.