The Grill or The Bees
Grillby awoke to the sound of a soft piano and the smell cigarette smoke. He immediately remembered where he was, the Font family apartment was always like this. He sat up, he was on the couch, and looked around to see it was Sans at the piano and Papyrus smoking. The sight brought a smile to his fiery face, he loved his nephews. Of course, they weren't really his nephews but they considered him a part of the family. He didn't question it. He didn't see Gaster right away, which was odd for the early-bird mechanic, and was about to ask the boys where he was when a clatter came from the kitchen. Gaster came out of the small kitchen covered in eggs, "I dropped the pan, again." He sighed and Papyrus went to clean it up while chuckling to himself. For a clever mechanic, he was a clumsy man. Sans ceased his playing when he noticed Grillby was up.
"Well, good morning. Nice nap?" The older skele-bro asked.
"I don't even remember going to sleep. What happened?"
"A few drinks, my old friend, nothing unusual." Gaster butt in, wiping off the eggs into a trashcan.
"Ah, that explains the slight headache. You think you lovely fellows can help me to my establishment?" Grillby asked, holding a hand to his forehead.
"Why, of course! The Great Papyrus is always willing to help any friend!" Papyrus replied, while balancing some plates, with his usual vigor.
"Well, let's eat first. Then we can break fast." Sans joked and grabbed a plate off Pap's head. Pap himself grumbled under his breath at his brother's antics.
Once they had all arrived at the Grill or Bees, Sans came up with the name, Grillby opened up shop. Unlocking the door and quickly setting up the bar, which he mended himself instead of staying in the back all day. Sans and Papyrus set up their instruments, as live music was always a big hit at the bar. Sans with his trombone and Papyrus with his cello, a piano was already there. Undyne arrived shortly after everything was set up, with Doggo, Dogamy, and Dogeressa. She sat at the bar and started a conversation with Gaster, while the others picked a table close the stage and started a game of cards. Slowly other monsters trickled in the heated place, most ordering a beer but some actually got food. The name Grill or Bees actually was pretty clever on Sans' part, not only being a pun but because of the BB gun shows Frisk liked to put on every once and a while. Grillby had gotten Frisk the gun shortly after he had adopted them. They had wanted a real one, but Grillby was not about to give a child a real gun. They were much better with a knife anyway. Soon the music was in full swing, with Pap playing his cello with as much vigor as his speech pattern and Sans somehow alternating between the trombone and piano with ease. Many of the patrons joined in the song by banging on their plates with spoons and such. That was pretty much how the rest of the day went, with the skele-bros playing a song and Frisk putting on occasional BB gun shows. Grillby loved his job.
The day had ended, the skele-bros were packing up and Undyne had already left with her friends. Grillby was chatting with Gaster now, just bringing up some of their past and laughing at stupid mistakes. Gaster's leg was still in pretty bad shape, but luckily he only needed the cast of another few weeks and he would just end up with slight limp. When the boys had finished they all headed home, Grillby's being above the bar and the Font's went back to their apartment. Once Grillby had locked his door, he let loose his tie and walked over to his couch. Frisk was already asleep, snoring, in his favorite chair so Grillby just collapsed on the couch and watched re-runs of some show he'd forgotten the name of until he fell asleep himself.