It's 10 minutes til closing most of the customers have left just a few are sticking around now, including sans, but that's to be expected as he came in an ordered his signature drink; Delux ketchup smoothie. Which isn't even a smoothie, it just ketchup and whiskey thrown in a blender.
Everything is fine until about the 3rd glass, sans is talking, laughing, telling joke and exciting puns with everyone. With each round he gets noticeable Quieter and quieter until he's just sitting there drinking mumbling to himself. A few will try to pick up what he's saying but then pay it no mind when they realize it just some Sciency gibberish something about resets and timelines.
"Grilby~." sans said with a slight slur.
Grillby looks at the drunken sans and sighs, sans keeps calling him over in an attempt to start a conversation before slurring out a weak 'nevermind' or 'sorry'. Papyrus isn't going to be happy, he'll seem angry but we all know it's because he's worried. Grillby thought as he took the glass out of sans hand Officially cutting him off, this was usually how grillby let his customer know they've had enough and he would not be serving them anymore for the night.
"Grillby!" Sans wines half heartedly reaching out making gripping motion for the cup back.
Grillby ignores the motion and starts putting it away before grabbing a rag and beginning to clean the counter. Grillby looks at the clock briefly, it's closing time. Taking a look around the place to see who else was there and how much work cleaning he had to do, he sees two more strangler in one of the booths, he didn't really have to worry about them they seem to be trying to help each other get home. The place wasn't a total mess just a light sweep and maybe a mopping in the morning.
"Grillby paaaah~" sans says grabbing his attention once more. "Why," he chuckles then goes quiet again, grillby stays near and starts whipping down the counter around sans. Maybe I should call papyrus.
"Why," sans starts again. "Why you always work so hard? It's," grillby looks over meeting sans eyes. "It's pointless." sans continues softly avoiding Grillby's eyes. "Everything we do is… pointless." he saying more to himself then anything. Grillby looks down at the rag in his hand then back up. "NOTHING FUCKIN MATTERS!" sans screams working himself into a state.
As if just realizing what he was doing and what was said sans start to hug himself as tears started to bead around his eyes.
With all the emotions run through him and the mix of the alcohol grillby didn't blame him for the outburst.
In an attempt to play it off cool, Sans whispered in a shaky voice. "You-you know what I mean?" the words barely out before the tears started pouring down his face without his control. Grillby looked away and made an attempt to busy himself with cleaning, to give him a moment privacy a moment to collect himself. Sans put his head in hands and gave a muffled "sorry".
Sans is a good customer, really. And a great friend. But he's not without his faults, which is to say…
Grillby counties to wipe the counter as sans silently sniffs and sobs. Sans has gone completely silent by the time grillby walks over and sits in the stool next to him. They both are Quiet for a little while just sitting in their own thoughts.
"It matters, because you care." Grillby says in a husky crackling voice.
"No use caring." sans says burying his head deeper into his arms. "It'll all reset."
The silence dragged on until grillby noticed that sans was now falling asleep.
"When it does reset you can still come to me. I'll always be here." grillby said as he got up and walked back to the other side to picked up the phone and call papyrus.