#flametendingbartender

meme here – 100 word drabbles – accepting

the rare times he felt truly lazy, he thought, were ones like these. background chatter from all his pals filled the dimly lit pub at a comfortable volume. the best grub in snowdin was sitting in front of him, half-eaten, and his silent friend grillby manned the bar, wiping glasses dry. sans always sat at the bar so he could listen to the gentle, satisfying sizzles and pops grillby’s flame produced. his favorite past-time was zoning out as he watched the light flicker, dancing off the walls.

@flametendingbartender hurray for stressing out over KAREN. [ source. ]

Being a stickler for details, Virote never did well in slight bedlam. Especially when there were children in the area. He loved his little sister and would always attend a school function if needed ( seeing as how their parents were always busy, it wasn't like he had a choice. but, that was definitely another gripe for another time. ) But, there was something nerve inducing about having to work with actual parents. Must have been the gaps in age. It was painfully obvious that he wasn't taken seriously especially by Mrs. Karen, considering he was only in his early twenties.

He had been everywhere all at once. Making sure fairy lights were properly strung along the area, ensuring flowers were set well in their vases with painstaking care to his satisfaction, checking the small table of freebies, and occasionally seeing if Sanoh was-- WAIT. where was she, anyway? He could have sworn that she was just a couple of feet away. How did she slip off so fast? Ah, well. Did she really need him anxiously hovering over her shoulder?

Anxiety. Goodness. The mental capacity to be in such a public space wasn't in the cards.

How could something as simple as a bake sale drive him up the wall? He needed a break, and fast. Sanoh, bless her little heart, was probably having the time of her life with her posse of adorable, like-minded artists; while she was still very young, the girl was definitely the independent type. Now, he needed some downtime. But, where could he go?

Vi finally found a moment of reprieve when the general focus of the room shifted towards something someone dropped across the way. He inched further and further off from the hustle and bustle until he found himself standing beside a man made of... Fire? An actual being made of flames, taller than he could ever dream of being, and dressed to the absolute nines. Intimidating. He had seen him around, before. Didn’t he own a restaurant? Vi could recall dropping by his establishment a couple of times with co-workers after long afternoons in the studio, but never struck up a conversation with the fellow.

Abslutely! Steven King, in order to finish his first book within a three month time span, wrote 10 pages a day. Of course, we’ve got work and family and friends that are dear outlets, but from that idea, you draw out a similar schedule? Something that is customized to you alone! You got this, pal. Believe in yourself and hone in on your success. You’ll find your groove. I know you will and best of luck!! If you ever need a proofreader, hmu. ;)

Love and Sexuality of a Bonehead| Accepting

🍵 Do they prefer to ask out a partner or be asked?

Depends on the circumstances! If he’s just sorta interested and there’s nothing for him to lose in exploring the option, then Sans doesn’t mind at all being the one to say “hey, me and you, let’s go grab some grub and hang out for a bit.” 

His “dates” often feel more like just a casual get together, honestly, but if you’re into that more laid back scene it’s really nice. 

If there is anything to lose, however, such as a friendship or some potential trouble that could result, then he’ll drag his feet. A lot. He’ll drag them for so damn long, no matter how much he might like that person, and sometimes won’t ever initiate. Better just to keep a good thing as it is; if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?

@flametendingbartender liked for a starter!

    It was just for one night. 

    Or, well—probably, anyway. The power issue that had blackened out half of Snowdin wasn’t an impossible fix, but from what Sans had heard, the inner city had been struck with outages too. They’d likely take precedence, considering there was a vast quantity more monsters and families living in the cramped area. It was entirely possible that his little town would be pushed back a day or more, so far off onto the edge of the Underground that it was sometimes a bit forgettable.

   That stunk a little, but luckily everyone seemed pretty keen on working together to get through it. Those who had power took in those who didn’t, and in Sans case, his place had been one of the lucky ones. ‘Course, that left him and his brother responsible for taking in another monster or family for the time being, but they didn’t really mind. 

   Wouldn’t be the first time they had an extra roomie, after all. 

   All the monsters met at the librarby to decide who was going with who. When Grillby and his kid ended up being one of the families that needed a place to crash, everyone thought it only natural that they’d stay with the infamous Skeleton Brothers. Sans had called it a pretty good “match”. Grillby had declined comment, but Sans liked to think that the flickers of his flames sounded a little more amused than usual. 

*i dunno, man. on wednesday’s we wear pink. 

* He gives you a single, solid (and is that a vaguely baffled?) thumbs up. *

Sans returns the sentiment. 

“…………………………….happy birthday.” @flametendingbartender​

It was technically Sans birthday. He grinned at the perfect cake then up to the fire monster. 

“heh, nice. thanks buddy. you grill this up just for me?” 

Though, naturally, Sans would still be by for breakfast at Grillby’s as well. 

And brunch. 

And lunch.