A bell chimes as the door swings open. Two monsters; A fuzzy, tall, and hefty monster covered in cyan fur and purple dots along his back, carrying an over the shoulder duffle bag and wearing a pale dark green scarf, followed by a lanky, scaley, and average sized monster drenched in faded purple with a cyan line crawling down his back to a pointy and curly tail resembling a chameleon, wearing a light red gotham jacket enter through the restaurant's door. Filling the entrance with their bickering.
"Why are we here Sullivan?" the purple one sharply spoke out.
"Well I thought I'd treat you to something. You finally beat my scarer of the month record back at monsters inc!"
Randall didn't reply, all he did was give Sulley a plane blank stare.
"What's wrong, Randall? I thought you wanted to celebrate?"
Randall with an annoyed look and accusing posture said back: "I know, but why on earth with you! You lost to me!"
"Just because I lost doesn't mean I don't want to celebrate your victory." Sulley answered with a slight chuckle.
"Besides I'll pay."
Randalls facial expression as he started to wonder what to say next. After a few seconds the purple chameleon started to speak with a more calmer tone.
"Well then why don't we invite others!"
"Isn't it always better with more!" He snapped back as a smug grin grew across his face,
Sulley sighed,
"I already asked if you were going to celebrate with anyone. But you replied like you always do with a sharp denial of it."
Randall's grin quickly fell to a frightened frown in realization. He'd forgotten he said that to Sullivan. As Randall stumbled to make a hasty remark, Sulley spoke again.
"Listen Randall, I really wanted to do this for you. We've been so called "friends" for two years now and the least you can do is appreciate what others do for you."
"All I want to do is to help you, not betray you, or whatever happened to you in college! I just want to be friends."
Randall was frozen in place with the only exception being his anger filled face. Sizzling down to a much more shocked and confused expression. He was lost in thought by the words Sullivan had said. Many times Randall has been tricked into being "friends" with many monsters in the past, only for him to be used as a stepping stool and thrown away when he's not useful anymore.
But in Sulleys words, Randall felt that they were different. They were definitely the same words other monsters would have said to him, but Sulley added something none of the others did. He doesn't know why or what sounds different hearing it from Sulley. He just knew that Sulley was being honest…
"Listen Randall I'm sorry for bringing you here. We can just forget it ever happened." Sulley said, clearing the silence.
Sulley started to walk past Randall only for him to feel a scaly hand grab his arm.
looking over his shoulder, he saw the clinging reptile.
"Fine… I'll celebrate with you here. Only if you're paying."
Sulley pauses and then fully turns around with a confused look on his face.
"Did I hear you correctly?"
Randall Sighed knowing he just made a grave mistake, but despite every bone in his body telling him to call it off he pressed forward.
"Yes Sullivan, You head must be so clogged with fur that it's distorting your sense of hearing."
Sulley's face glowed with enthusiasm! He quickly gave the reptile a big fluffy hug despite his struggle to escape it.
"Thank you!" The Behemoth quietly exclaimed.
As those words were muttered Randall slowed down his struggling. This would have been a night terror for Randall, out in public and being hugged by your sworn enemy you promised to never lose to again. But for some reason he felt the same feeling as before. Once again he didn't know how to describe it.
The reptile pushed away from the behemoth.
"Hey, hey, hey! I thought you learned what personal space was."
Sulley started to scratch his head and chuckle.
"S-sorry… got a little excited, never thought you would actually agree."
Randall snapped back "Well that almost pushed me to refuse this dinner and walk straight out! Whether you paid or not."
Sulley sighed with a smile on his face and cheerfully said "Well then let's start this celebration Randall!"
Sulley started to walk up to the hostess with Randall trailing behind him. As Sulley was placing the request Randall took this time to look back at the entrance door. Compelled to leave this fluffy idiot and keep his pride intact!
But his body wasn't moving, it was as stiff as a board. He knew this was his only chance to escape the approaching embarrassment and damage to his pride. Yet the effect of Sulleys words were still bottled in his head. His words were something almost no one else's had been.
They were warm and inviting. How could it be now though, ever since they've become friends, hell long before they joined the factory. His words sounded like the others, cold and hard like a lumpy rock. Why now, and why Sulley? Is this a new trick! Could he have found a way to break you even more!
"Hey Randall, the table is ready."
Randall turned back around, startled out of his inner thoughts.
"Huh, oh yeah yeah, i'm coming."
Randall and Sulley left following the hostess to their table.