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The night was young and alive but Grillby and Sans weren't.
The two bachelors sat next to each other, slurring their words as they tried to have a conversation.
Tensions were high, somewhat. Not really.
Alphys invited Sans out for drinking with Papyrus and Undyne and the other former scientist agreed.
Papyrus originally asked Frisk to come along with them but alcohol was a bit too much for the human child. Not to mention, illegal as well.
So, he and Sans asked the former queen to join in, she looked like she needed a break anyway.
Much to her demise, Toriel left the gremlin of a child with Asgore for the night.
With the original intent of both Toriel and Frisk coming, Undyne had originally reserved a table for six.
Huh. It would be a waste having had already paid for six adults.
So now there was a slot open.
Papyrus had asked Mettaton out at the last minute but he had to politely decline. Being a celebrity on the surface as well meant quite the schedule and the two had already spent some time together days prior.
Alphys, being the way she is, joked and teased Sans about inviting Grillby over.
He dismissed it and told her to buzz off, assuming his flamin' hot crush wouldn't be able to make it or would decline due to his also packed schedule.
Much to both Alphys and Sans' surprise however, he agreed to it and showed up.
So now the two men in their thirties, slouched up against the establishment's cushioned couch, spend their company with each other.
"hey g."
Grillby turned his head sluggishly in acknowledgment
"they seem to be havin' fun. you wanna join?"
Grillby glanced at the rest of their friends, they were having the time of their lives.
".... no."
"me too, bud. looks too tirin' if ya ask me."
"... very.."
The man made of calcium reached over for another bottle of Philippine beer and turned his head back at his counterpart.
"you ready for another round, grillbz?"
".... if I have one more sip of alcohol I might burn something... or someone."
"i don't mind gettin' a little burnt here grillbz. would be nice to see you a little fired up for once too."
Sans snickered as Grillby crossed his arms.
"It wouldn't be advisable for me to ingest anymore alcohol. It's hard enough for me to control my temperature while intoxicated already."
Sans scratched his head.
"my bad, hot stuff. more for me then."
Grillby watched as Sans poured himself a glass, sitting back down to look at him.
"... you do know I have that drink at my own bar. Why'd we come all the way here just for you to drink the same thing."
"shh. i'm comparin' the quality."
Grillby looked at him questioningly.
"just messin' wit' ya. you know i'll never love anyone more than you, g."
That came out more romantic than it should've. Grillby stiffened up and his flames grew a shade deeper. Sans felt warmer than earlier and realized the depth of what he said.
"... you too, sans."
The first born son of WimpDick Gaster looked back at the barkeep and smiled a little wider. He sat back down next to him and rested his head on his shoulder.
"can always count on you, grillbz."
".. well, I am your favorite bartender after all.."
"hm, nah, that'd be burgerpants."
Grillby then leaned forward, letting Sans' head drop onto the cushion.
"jeez, take a joke g. you know i didn't mean it."
"... oh.. I'm sorry Sans, then I did not mean to hurt your poor head. I simply just needed to stretch."
"god grillby, you're just as snarky as paps."
The barkeep laughed and slouched back down, letting Sans rest his head on his lap.
"i like that about you though."
"... hm... what else do you like about me?"
"wow. you compliment a man once and suddenly he wants more. i thought i knew you, g. but, maybe you're not him. who are you and what did you do with my grillby."
Grillby blushed at the remark of Sans referring to him as, well, his.
"... he's gone.. never to be seen again."
He looked down at the smaller figure as they locked eyes. If a bystander were to glance at them, they'd assume the two were together.
Sans shrugged and said, "i can live with this."
The pair of monsters shared a laugh and looked back at one another.
"nah but to be real with you g, there's a lot i like about ya. maybe the alcohol's kickin' in and we both are feelin' a little sappy but why the hell not."
Grillby burned a little brighter at that.
"you're a good guy, g. a random stranger could come up to you and dump all their problems onto ya and you'd just listen. heh, just like i did."
"... you aren't a stranger, Sans."
"i feels like one sometimes. but anyway, you're skillful, not to mention graceful when you work your magic, literally. you're caring and you laugh at my jokes."
"... i don't."
"sure."
"Keep going though."
"jeez, someone's gettin' one hell of an ego trip. you deserve it though. gotta hand it to you g, aside from your amazin' personality, you ain't too shabby yourself"
Grillby raised a non-existent eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean..?"
"i'm callin' you hot, g. i mean, just look at you. who wouldn't wanna get their hands on this?"
"... probably someone scared of fire.."
"you know what i meant."
"Do I..?" He had this innocent look on his face.
"ok. i take back what i said."
Grillby lightly slapped Sans' cheek and chuckled.
"... now that I think about it.. you are quite cute too."
"aw grillby, you're makin' me blush over here. well, if i could."
"... my sincerest apologies."
"Hey! You two losers done flirting yet? We're about to head out for karaoke!"
Undyne shouted as the rest of the group turned their attention to them.
They immediately separated and looked quite embarrassed as Sans started coughing.
"we ain't flirtin' Undyne, we were just, uh, bondin'." That sounded even worse.
"That's gay as hell Sans, and I have a girlfriend for crying out loud!"
"BROTHER, I AM NOT ONE TO JUDGE A PERSON'S STYLE OF SHOWING ROMANTIC AFFECTION BUT, I HAVE TO AGREE WITH UNDYNE HERE."
Sans chuckled, "can't believe you're throwin' me under the bus here, paps."
"I AM NOT THROWING ANYONE UNDER ANY BUS, SANS."
Grillby looked like he wanted to be run over, right then and there, however.
Sans laughed and spoke for both him and Grillby, "we'll be right there. give us a moment."
"If we come back to you soul sharing, we'll have to ban you both from coming with us for drinks."
Toriel retorted, giggling with a paw over her mouth.
Everyone was shocked she'd make such a.. raunchy statement.
Alphys then burst into uncontrollable laughter as Sans and Grillby looked as if their souls were leaving their body, literally.
The two were too shocked and flustered to utter a word out. They just sat there, awkward and embarrassed.
"MISS TORIEL THAT IS INAPPROPRIATE!"
"Don't worry Papyrus, as far as I am sure of, there are no children here to overhear me."
"I n-never knew you could be like t-this, your ex-highness!" Alphys couldn't help but giggle.
Sans has been rambling far too long about his crush on Grillby for what felt like forever.
It was only fair Toriel helped push their relationship further, even just a tiny bit.
"Oh please, Alphys, we are friends now and I have not been a ruler for a good number of decades. Just call me Toriel."
Alphys nodded her head and smiled up at the massive former queen.
"Are you two just going to sit there for the next hour or are we going? Come on, I wanna see how soundproof the karaoke rooms really are!" Undyne remarked.
"I DO NOT THINK THAT IS A GOOD IDEA, IT WOULD NOT BE ADVISABLE TO CAUSE PROPERTY DAMAGE!" Papyrus suggested, worried.
"Relax Pap! Sans can pay for anything we break!"
"what."
"... i'm sure he'd be able to."
"what."
"... isn't that right, sans?"
"i didn't agree to any of this."
Sans shot Grillby a lighthearted glance and he returned the sentiment.
Before any of them could say anything else, the restaurant's owner politely asked them to leave before any potential property damage.