#firetending

@dummhase

@firetending

@magicalprofessorhex

kinklee: er

smooscream: ..............................

kinklee: stans

smooscream: don't make me choose

kinklee: I like ford

smooscream: dont make me choose i love them both so much don'T DO THIS TO ME

kinklee: okay

@firetending

It had been a few months where the monsters had resurfaced. Seemingly everything was fine. No wars were breaking out thank goodness. The monsters had fit in quite nicely. Any one of them that had certain jobs before, were able to keep them and start anew on the surface. Some new shops opened up nearby, as well as a bar and a fast food restaurant.

Curiosity got the better of young Chryssi. She wanted to check out this new bar that opened up. Grillby’s was the name of the bar. Interesting name, she thought. On one of her days off, she decided to pay the bar a visit. She had no idea what to expect as she walked in. She felt suddenly rather out of place when she saw that the place was filled with mostly monsters. Though the fact that they were monsters didn’t bother her at all.

Out of all the monsters there, there were about five dogs. It was rather odd for her to see dogs that acted like humans. There were quite a few other monsters there that she didn’t know how to describe. The atmosphere was quite nice though: nice dim lighting, spacious, and invigorating music. The seats looked rather comfy. She decided to step in, so that she didn’t stare too long at the patrons. She didn’t want to seem rude.

She walked up towards the bar, going to sit next to a patron that had a blue hoodie on. She didn’t expect to hear the sound of a whoopee cushion and squeaked in surprise. She blushed in embarrassment when the other patrons started to laugh. The one that was laughing the most was the one next to her, which she discovered was a skeleton. She let out a small embarrassed laugh and looked in front of her, seeing someone that surprisingly didn’t catch her eye until now.

The bartender himself. The uniform seemed standard enough. White button down shirt, with a bow tie, a formal vest, and apron. What caught her attention though, was the fact that he was on fire. The bartender was a monster completely made of fire. Very many questions entered her mind. How did he not catch his clothes on fire? How did he handle making alcoholic drinks, being made of fire? She didn’t want to be rude and ask such random questions out of the blue, but she couldn’t stop herself from staring at the intriguing man in front of her.

He wouldn’t know what possessed him to do that. Probably it was the alcohol. He had drunk quite a bit during the evening, and he was tipsy. Very tipsy. Okay, he was positively drunk, and for once, he was a happy drunk, laughing hysterically at his brother’s fond exasperation.

He went outside when the clock hit midnight, after he hugged Papyrus, and found Grillby, standing a couple of yards away from him. He ran, properly ran to him -zigzagging a bit- jump directly to him and locked his arms around the neck of the fire person, mashing his face against Grillby’s. He was probably lucky that Sans, being just a skeleton, was very light.