The night air is heavy with smoke and the faint hum of signs of shops. It’s 5:50, and Bendy is walking down the sidewalk with Boris at his side. His mood is foul, ink slightly dripping from his gloves like it’s reflecting the annoyancep inside him.
“MoonMan’s bar closed for the day,” Bendy mutters irritatedly, his teeth clenched. “After the shit we pulled at work, all I needed is a goddamn drink. Now I can't even have that.”
Boris, ever the calm one, tries to soothe him. “It’s alright, Bendy. We could head to the Devil’s casino instead? Drinks there are strong enough to knock the ink outta your veins.”
Bendy shoots him a glare. “That’s Devil’s territory, you know. If we walk in there, we'll get jumped.”
Boris still grins, unfazed. “Then we tell ’em straight up we’re just here for a drink. Moon Man’s closed, we’re desperate. No harm in honesty, eh?”
Bendy sighs under his breath, but Boris keeps pestering, nudging him with that infuriating smile. After a long silence, Bendy finally exhales, shoulders slumping. “Fine. But if this goes south, it’s on you.”
The Casino looms ahead, glowing like a beacon of Temptation. Office workers in suits shuffle inside, rich bastards dripping with jewels and arrogance, and toons just looking for fun in the Casino.
Boris stops in his tracks and says. “Wait here. Devil’s probably already sensed us, I bet. King Dice will be out any second now.”
As if on cue, a burst of fire erupts near them. Out steps King Dice in all his glory, tall and grinning wide. “Welcome to the Devil’s territory,” he says smoothly. Then his smile drops into a frown. “What the hell are you two doing here?”
Bendy looks away, jaw tight. “We’re here for a drink.”
Boris steps in quickly, hands raised and says calmly. “Not here to start anything. Just grabbing a couple of drinks and to check on the Ink delivery progress through the area.”
King Dice studies them for a moment, eyes narrowing in suspicion, The silence stretches. Before finally, he sighs. “Fine. You’re welcome, as long as you don’t cause trouble here.”
Bendy and Boris nod. Boris adds in quickly, “Moon Man’s bar is closed for a week, Thought you should know.”
King Dice grimaces at that but still relents. “Alright, then since I’m already outside, I’ll escort you in. Common Courtesy.”
Boris thanks him, nudges Bendy to follow and together the three head inside.
The Casino is alive — jazz blaring, dices rolling, laughter echoing. Bendy sits at a table near the bar, still scowling. “Annoying as hell that Moonman’s bar is closed for a whole goddamn week,” he mutters while looking to the side.
Boris chuckles, smiling sympathetically. “He’s got his reasons, you know?"
Before Bendy can reply back, a voice interrupts them.
“Good afternoon, Gentlemen. My name is Cuphead, your waiter. Can I get you anything to start with?”
Bendy looks up to say something — and promptly freezes.
Boris orders for the both of them casually, “Espresso martini for me and an Old fashioned for my brother.”
Cuphead nods attentively, scribbles on his notepad, and says, “Drinks will be out shortly.” He then leaves, moving toward the bar.
Boris turns to Bendy, ready to continue their talk — but stops. His brother’s face is… weird. A smile, not his usual arrogant one, a faint blush and eyes locked on the their waiter.
“What the fuck?” Boris mutters in disbelief, snapping his fingers in front of Bendy’s face. “Hey! Earth to Bendy!"
Bendy blinks, dazed and looks at his brother. “Huh?”
Boris stares flatly and raises an eyebrow. “Why are you looking at Cuphead like that?”
Bendy’s gaze wanders back to the bar, where Cuphead is talking with the bartender. then that stupid smile comes back again. “Is that his name?”
Boris exhales, exasperated while shaking his head. “Yes. Cuphead. Now focus, I called our head of operations here for the report.”
“Great,” Bendy says absently while waving his hand dismissively, still staring. “But keep it outside, you know Dice will be watching.”
Boris sighs at him. “Fine.” He stands up and leaves while shaking his head.
Minutes later, Bendy sits alone, papers spread across the table. It was profit reports, numbers. He barely registers anything around him until a familiar voice cuts through.
“Excuse me, sir but your drinks are here.”
Bendy looks up — and his world stops for the second time.
Cuphead stands there, a tray in hand, maroon eyes gleaming like blood under the dim light. Short, so short that makes Bendy want to carry him forever. Bendy’s chest tightens. Holy fuck. He’s beautiful.
“Thank you,” Bendy says quickly, shoving papers into his bag to clear up space.
Cuphead sets the drinks down. “If you’d like anything else, just call me or any another waiter. We’ll get it to you in a minute.”
Bendy stares at him, lips curling. “Are you on the menu, perhaps?”
Cuphead sputters, eyes wide. “What—no! I’m not on the damn menu!”
Bendy sighs in disappointment. “That's a shame.”
Cuphead frowns at him, shock fading. “Anything else, sir?”
Bendy leans forward, his voice low with a charming smile. “A handshake then, as a greeting.”
Cuphead blinks, confused at the request, but shrugs anyway. He sets the tray down and offers his hand.
Bendy takes it — but instead of shaking, he lifts Cuphead’s hand to his lips and kisses it softly. “Pleasure to meet you, darlin'~.”
Silence. The casino chatter fades into background noise. Cuphead stares at Bendy, who is still looking at him with that damn smile and holding his hand, stunned, his face blank.
He yanks his hand back, quickly grabbing the tray, and bolts the hell out of there.
Bendy chuckles lightly and touching his lips, cheeks flushed. “How adorable....”
Boris returns moments later, surprised. “Oh, drinks already came?”
“Yeah,” Bendy says, still smiling though the blush faded. “How’d the talk go?”
Meanwhile, Cuphead speed-walks past the Tipsy Troupe and his brother. “Taking my break!” he blurts, disappearing into the back halls.
His thoughts are chaos. Why the fuck did that toon do that?! His chest is tight. He looks at the hand that was kissed, muttering under his breath. “What the hell is wrong with him…?”
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