Frisk gently knocked on Emily's door. The sun was starting to set and Frisk figured that it was a good time to start getting ready to go out. She gave a bright smile when Emily opened her apartment door.

"Ruby! I'm so excited! Come in, come in! I was just finishing my hair!" Emily explained, practically dragging Frisk into the small apartment. Frisk was again struck by how cute and complete Emily's apartment was. The girl even had a vanity, full of makeup and hairstyling tools! Frisk felt a blush of excitement flare on her face.

"So what are you planning on doing, Rubz?" Emily asked.

"What do you mean?" Frisk replied, "I thought we were going out together?" She shot Emily a confused look, to which Emily responded to with a laugh.

"Obviously! I meant what do you plan on doing for your 'look' tonight? I still haven't decided what to wear, and you know I can't do my makeup until I know what I'm going to wear! But I don't want to stand out, so I figure I'll dress similar to you! I thought we could go to this one bar, Alibi, it's great! It's got a huge dance floor and the jazz band they have is hotsy-totsy! Plus, it's not too upscale, so the drinks should be pretty cheap! But I'm sure with the way we'll look tonight, we won't need to worry about buying our own drinks!" Emily let out a giggle, "There's this one fella who was there the other week, and you would not believe how handsome he was! I can't remember his name for the life of me, but goodness," She dramatically fanned her face as she sat down in front of the vanity, "We danced half the night away! It was right outta a fairy tale! I hope he's there tonight, he had some mighty good looking friends I could introduce you to!" Frisk laughed in reply.

"Sounds like a plan, Emily." Was all she said. Emily beamed at her through her reflection in the mirror.

"Well, come on, Rubz! Sit on down next to me and let's do this! Did you bring any makeup over? Are you going to do anything with your hair? What outfit are you gonna wear?"

"Well… I don't actually... own any makeup," Frisk confessed. She continued, blushing at Emily's shocked face, "And I only have one dress suitable for going out, it's just a black dress. All my other clothes are pretty much for work or super casual."

"How do you live like that, Ruby? In this day and age!"

"Makeup just seemed expensive and I don't know how to use it. I didn't want to waste my money. The dress was a bit of an impulse buy, I found it on sale a few months back."

"Hmmm, well," Emily drawled, "How about this? You bring that dress over here; that way I can decide what I should wear, and I'll do both of our makeup! I love doing makeup anyways!" Frisk smiled.

"I would love that! I'll be right back!" She said, already halfway out the door. Her grin grew as she dashed into her own apartment and grabbed her one and only dress off the back of her chair. She had just taken it to a laundromat and had paid a monster named Woshua to iron it. Luckily she didn't need to have it cleaned as she had yet to wear it. She raced back over to Emily's apartment.

Almost two hours later, Frisk stared at her reflection in awe. She barely recognized herself. Emily had curled Frisk's short brown hair into a fashionable bob and sprayed it with some sort of oil that made it shine like it never had before. Frisk's lips had been filled in the middle and thinned towards the outside with a dark red lipstick, giving them a heart-like shape. Her eyes had been lined with kohl, her lids darkened with a purple powder, and her lashes darkened with mascara. Emily had elongated Frisks eyebrows with khol as well and applied rouge to her cheeks. Frisk couldn't help but smile.

Emily had done very similar makeup to her own face, insisting that they match for the night. She had pinned up her longer hair to create a similar bob to Frisks. The major difference was their outfits. Frisk's dress was black and ended just below the knees. The dress was loose on Frisk's frame and flared a bit around her thighs. The sleeves were wide and ended just below her elbows. Emily had grimaced upon seeing Frisk's dress. She claimed that it was a few years out of fashion.

"But I can work with this!" She exclaimed before dashing across the apartment to her closet. Frisk watched as Emily rummaged through her overstuffed closet until the girl shouted in triumph and turned towards Frisk. She shoved some fabric into Frisk's hands.

"Put these on! It'll look super classy! You can keep them if you want; I never wear them anymore. I got them a year or two ago because I wanted to look more mature and sophisticated but then I realized that that just wasn't who I was, you know? I'm not an old lady, I'm young! These are the best years of my life, I'm going to enjoy them! I'm going to party! And dance and flirt with all the fine young men out there!" Emily prattled on while Frisk slipped on the gloves, smiling when they fit perfectly. Emily continued talking as she adjusted her own dress. Emily wore a white sleeveless dress that ended right above her knees. The dress had beads sewn into it to make it glitter in the light. It was tighter than Frisk's dress, showing off her curves. Emily wore strappy white heels and a pearl necklace.

"You look amazing." Frisk interrupted. Emily sputtered to a stop. She looked over at Frisk.

"Thank you, Ruby." She replied, blushing.

"You're welcome. You ready to go?"

"Ruby! I am shocked! Don't you know the first rule about going out?" Emily scolded. Frisk shook her head, confused. Emily jokingly rolled her eyes, "We need to pre-game, silly." Emily explained as she walked over and pulled a bottle of liquor off the top of her fridge.

"Pre-game?"

"Yeah, we can't go to the bar sober, that'd be horrible! You have to get your buzz going early so that way you're nice and loose when you get there. Plus it saves some money. Better to do a few free shots here than pay for them at the bar, ya know?" Frisk stared as Emily poured out two shots of the amber liquid. She had never even heard of "pre-gaming". Emily handed one shot over to Frisk. Emily gave Frisk a sly look before raising her shot. Confused, Frisk mimicked the gesture.

"Here's to Hell! May our stay there be as fun as our way down there!" Emily exclaimed before knocking her shot against Frisks, bringing it down to tap the table, then downing the whole thing. Frisk stared at her.

"C'mon, Rubz! You gotta do it, too!" Emily said. Frisk swiftly copied her and nearly choked on the burning liquor. She coughed and sputtered as Emily good naturally slapped her on the back.

"What was that?!" Frisk asked as soon as she could breathe again.

"Don't tell me you've never even had whiskey before, Ruby!" When Frisk shook her head, Ruby sighed and slapped her forehead, "So you only own one dress, you don't know how to do makeup, you've never pre-gamed before, and now you're tellin' me you've never had whiskey?! Goodness!" Frisk blushed at Emily's exasperated tone.

"Sorry." She mumbled. Emily smiled at her.

"Don't be sorry, Ruby. I'll just have to show you the ropes. I'm very good at showing people how to have a fun time! It's a good thing that, out of all the people in the city, you've met me!" Emily paused, "Or maybe it's a bad thing, I might just corrupt you, after all!" She finished with a theatrically evil laugh. Frisk couldn't help but laugh at Emily's antics.

Emily's evil laughter turned genuine as she poured two more shots for the girls.

A bouncer held the door open for the two girls as they entered Alibi. Emily smiled flirtatiously at the muscular man as they walked past him and Frisk giggled. She was feeling wonderful. She felt as though she didn't have a single worry in the world. All that mattered was having fun! Emily grabbed Frisk's hand and led her over to the bar at the back of the club. It was a good thing Emily was leading because Frisk was awestruck by the place. Grillby's was nice, but this was a whole other level.

The entire club was decked out in creams, golds, and reds. Chendalers surrounded by crystals gave the club an ethereal cushioned couches lined the walls and the bar was so bright and shiny it didn't look real. A large band played on a stage and a stunning woman in a slinky red dress crooned into the microphone. The dance floor was ginormous and swimming with people, both human and monster.

"Ruby!" Frisk snapped her head around to look at Emily. Apparently that wasn't the first time she had called for her attention.
"Sorry?"

"I said, what d'ya want to drink, silly!" Emily giggled. Frisk thought back to drinks her customers often ordered.

"A sidecar?" Frisk replied hesitantly. Emily nodded and turned back to the bartender to relay the order. The bartender gave a wink and began mixing up drinks.

"What did you get, Emily?" Frisk asked.

"I just got a whiskey and sours. You know what they say," Emily explained, "Whiskey makes you frisky!" Frisk's eyes widened before the words completely processed. For a moment she thought that Emily had said her real name. She laughed to cover up the awkwardness. Luckily, the bartender returned with their drinks at that moment. Frisk was shocked at the speed. I guess he would have to be fast to keep up with this crowd, she thought silently to herself as she took a sip. It was amazing! Frisk took another sip and smiled brightly at Emily.

"How much do I owe ya, Fred?" Emily asked after returning Frisk's smile. The bartender gave her and Frisk a once over and another wink.

"Lookin' as lovely as you do and bringin' a friend just as lovely? Not a dime, bird. This round is on the house." He said with a friendly smile. Emily giggled and put down a bill on the bar.

"Thanks, Fred, you always make a girl feel loved!" She exclaimed. Fred slipped the bill into his pocket.

"Only you, Em, only you. You ladies have fun for me tonight, alright? I ain't gettin' off anytime soon, so I need you to have fun for me, got it?" He said in mock severity. Emily shot him a salute and a wink. Frisk hid a giggle behind her hand.

"You know we will!" She replied before leading Frisk away. "Don't worry 'bout Fred none. He's a total sweety. All talk. But you let him know if some fella is bothering you and he'll make sure it's dealt with! Now, come on! I wanta introduce you to somma my friends!" The faces the duo paced seemed to blur together to Frisk. She tried to focus on maintaining her balance as they worked their way through the crowd. She trusted Emily to lead her.

After what seemed like both an eternity and only a few seconds, Emily came to an abrupt halt. Frisk almost collided with her back before catching herself.

"Sorry." She said, laughter in her voice. Emily smiled back at her before turning and beaming at the people in front of her.

"There you are! We were lookin' all over the club for you!" She greeted them. Frisk looked at the strangers before her. There were two monsters and two humans. All men. Emily pulled Frisk up next to her and presented her before the group. "This is my new friend, Ruby! She's never been here before and I wanted to show her a good time!"

"Hey, Ruby, nice to meet you," One of the monsters, some sort of ice elemental, started, "I'm Paul, these are my boys: Henry, Bill, and Ray." He pointed to each in turn. Frisk gave a smile and shook each hand that was presented to her. While Paul continued, "So lookin' for a good time tonight, eh? I think we could help with that!"

"I was hopin' you would say that! You certainly showed me a good time last time I was here!" Emily gushed. Frisk realized that this was the guy she had been talking about when they were getting ready. Frisk had to admit, he was quite handsome, even though he seemed to be made out of ice. He was 6'5" and rocked a navy blue suit. Ice stuck out of his head like some sort of spikey hair and his "eyes" were two white spots that glowed with magic. All in all, he painted a very nice picture. His friends weren't too bad, either. Henry was an extremely tall bear monster. He looked more at his drink than anyone else. He looked like he could carry a full grown tree in one arm. Bill was a human with short, black hair. His skin was so dark it seemed to glow where the light hit it and made his brown eyes seem golden in comparison. He had a stunning smile that sent Frisk's heart fluttering. Ray had brown hair that was short on the sides, but long on top. He had it swept over to one side of his head. His eyes were almost silver and his skin was sun-kissed tan. The four men were a lot for Frisk to take in at once.

"What do you ladies say to starting off this night right?" Bill asked with a smile, "A good night always starts with a round of shots! On me, of course." Emily pulled Frisk closer.

"We would love to!"

An hour later found the group laughing hysterically at one of Paul's jokes. They were all feeling the buzz. Frisk couldn't help but notice Paul's eyes sliding over to Emily whenever he cracked a joke, as if checking for her reaction. She also noticed Emily very slowly moving closer and closer to Paul until they were almost touching. Frisk smirked at the two. Those two would make a great couple. She thought to herself. She giggled at the thought.

"Somethin' funny?" Ray asked, causing the group to look at Frisk. She blushed.

"No-no. Just the booze, I think. I don't drink much." She explained, looking away.

"That reminds, me! We still gotta show Ruby how to party! We need to hit the dancefloor!" Emily exclaimed, she tugged on Paul's sleeve, "Wanna be my partner?" She asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Paul smirked.

"I was just about to ask you the same question." He replied before offering his hand. Emily took it and the two turned to walk to the dancefloor.

"I'll join you all in just a minute," Frisk said, "I need a water." Before anyone could say anything, she made her way over to the bar. Luckily her buzz wasn't so bad that she lost her balance, but when she reached the bar, she leaned heavily against it. She was already tired and it was barely past midnight! She let out a small laugh at herself. She worked way later than this without a problem. Who knew that partying was more work than… well, working?

"What'll it be this time, cutie?" Fred asked when he made his way over to Frisk. She smiled up at him.

"Just a water for right now, please." Fred gave a knowing smile and nodded.

"Good idea, better stay hydrated. Plus keeps the hangover at bay." He advised as he filled a glass with cold water. Frisk reached for her purse, but Fred stopped her.

"Water is always free, here, dear." He explained.

"Oh, thank you." She replied before unceremoniously taking a large gulp of water. The cold water felt amazing going down her throat. She sighed happily as she rested the glass on the bar.

"I know exactly how you feel." A deep voice said from her left. She looked over to see a tall man wearing a white suit staring down at her. He was pale and his hair was blonde and slicked back. His eyes were so dark they almost appeared black, giving him an almost ghastly appearance. He gave her a charming smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I'm sorry?" She said, not understanding what he meant. He chuckled at her and leaned closer, reaching an arm on the bar to balance himself.

"The water, I know how you feel. I needed a glass myself after dealing with this crowd. Not to mention the drinks are nice and strong, gotta be careful, ya know?" He explained, shooting a wink at her. Frisk simply hummed in agreement and took another long drink of her water. She wanted to finish quickly and get back to the group.

"So, what's a pretty dame like you doin' here all by herself? Should be a crime, you bein' left alone." The man said, leaning towards her more. Frisk took a small step back, and put her glass on the bar. When she stepped back, she thought she saw the man frown, but it was so quick she wasn't quite sure.

"I'm here with friends." She replied. The man's eyes narrowed, but his smile stayed.

"Oh? Where are your friends? Seems rude to send a pretty thing like you to the bar by herself." The man asked.

"They're close by. I should really be getting back to them. Have a good night." Frisk replied before starting to walk away.

"Hold on a second," The man said, grabbing her arm roughly. Frisk glared at him and yanked her arm back, but couldn't break his hold.

"Sorry, sorry," The man took his hand off of her and held both up in the air in mock surrender, "I just didn't catch your name, is all, baby." He explained, looking at her expectantly.

"That's because I didn't throw it." Frisk said as she turned and walked quickly away from the creepy man. She made her way back to where she had last seen the group. When she didn't see them immediately, she walked straight to the dancefloor without stopping. She didn't want to be alone in case that guy followed her. Thankfully Henry was easy to spot in the crowd. Most monsters were tall, but Henry took the cake. He had to be over eight feet! Frisk sighed in relief and fought her way through all the people dancing. To her surprise, Henry was dancing by himself, everyone else was nearby, but they had partnered off. Frisk nervously stepped nest to Henry.

"Mind if I join you?" Frisk asked with a smile. Henry looked down at her in surprise, having not seen her.

"I don't, um, actually dance with other people, if you get me. Sorry." Frisk had to strain to hear his response, he spoke too quietly for the loud dance floor, "It's just, that, well, I have a girlfriend, so I don't really like to dance with other people."

"That's okay, I'll dance with you, but not with you, if that's okay?" Frisk asked. She let out a sigh of relief when Henry nodded yes. She watched him for a moment as well as the people around her and tried to copy what seemed to be the easiest dance. I feel silly. She thought to herself as she did a little hopping jig. She kept an eye out for Mr. Creepy, but couldn't help but let out a laugh at how ridiculous she felt. She was a bit embarrassed, yes, but she was having a blast! She felt herself get looser and looser as the music went on.

Eventually Emily came over and tapped her on the shoulder.

"We all need a water break, Rubz, you comin'?" She asked. It took a moment for Frisk to realize what she was saying and once she did, she nodded. She was sweating like crazy and felt a little dizzy from all the vigorous dancing. She grabbed onto Emily's hand for support and let her lead her out of the crowd and toward the bar. She barely registered that they had made it to their destination before leaning heavily against the bar. Musta had too much to drink. Frisk thought to herself as the room began to swim slightly. Emily handed her a glass of water and asked a question but Frisk couldn't really hear her. She took the water and downed the entire thing. Much to her dismay, she found it didn't make her feel any better. The room continued to spin slowly.

"I'm gonna go t'the bath'm." The mumbled to Emily before walking towards the back of the club where she had seen the restrooms earlier. She needed to get away from all the noise for a moment.

Frisk was almost halfway there when she tripped over something. She didn't know if it was someone else, a chair, or her own feet. She barely even registered that she was going down. Before her face could make contact with the floor, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back up to her feet. The arm pulled her close and she allowed herself to lean on whoever's body it was.

"Nice to see you again." A familiar voice purred into her ear. Frisk felt goosebumps go down her spine. She looked up and tried to concentrate on the face in front of her. Her eyesight was starting to blur and all she could make out was pale blonde hair and dark eyes. Warning bells went off in her head, but she didn't know why. All she knew was that this person was the only thing between her and the floor so she was grateful.

"Who're you?" She slurred.

"You can call me Sunny, babe. Now, what are you doing alone this time?" The man responded. It took Frisk a minute to figure out what he was saying.

"Don't feel good. Goin ta the rest'oom." Frisk said, leaning even more heavily on Sunny. The felt a laugh reverberate through his chest.

"That'll happen to ya when you drink and dance, like you've been doin'. What do you say, instead of goin' to the powder room, I take you home and make you feel all better?" Sunny asked, leaning in to whisper into Frisk's ear. His hot breath against her made her shudder.

"But I'm wi'my friends." Frisk protested, knowing, somehow, that she had to get away from this man.

"They already left, baby. You're all alone now. C'mon, it'll be fine. Let me make you feel all better." He whispered, Frisk tried to move away from the man, but his grip on her tightened.

"They wouldnta left me."She protested, trying to figure out who this man was and why he seemed so familiar.

"They thought you went home, they told me themselves. C'mon, baby, I'll take good care of you. Let's go." Sadness overcame Frisk at the thought of her friends leaving her. Normally, she didn't make many friends, so she considered them precious when she did. It hurt her to think they really left her behind. Tears started pooling in her eyes. A rough hand wiped them away.

"None of that, now. Not till later. Gotta get outta here before you start the waterworks." Sunny said as he started steering her towards a side exit. Frisk stumbled and Sunny ended up half carrying her across the club.

"I don't wanna go with you. Wanna g'home." She protested, attempting to shove her hands against Sunny's chest, but they flopped back to her sides and she forgot about pushing away.

"Don't be like that, I'm gonna take real good care of you. Don't you worry." Frisk slowly shook her head at his words, where did her friends go?

"Nooooo." Frisk mumbled weakly. She could barely make sense of the scene around her. There were so many colors and noises and she was so dizzy. Her legs stopped walking altogether. With a slight grunt, Sunny picked her up bridal style.

"You're comin' with me, whether you want to or not. Don't worry, it'll all be worth it." He said to her, but she was beyond comprehending. She was so tired and dizzy and all she wanted was to go to bed. Her eyes started drooping shut.

"That's it, just go to sleep." Sunny murmured. Grinning as he closed in on the exit.

"you know, pal, i'm pretty sure that when a lady says 'no', she means 'no'." A deep voice said from behind Sunny. He stopped and turned to reply.

"She's just drunk, doesn't know what she's sayin'. I'm gonna take her-" Sunny cut off as he realized there was no one behind him. He looked around in confusion before shrugging and turning back to the exit. Sunny let out a small yelp and jumped back. Right in front of him was an honest-to-God skeleton. And not just any skeleton. Sunny would recognize this guy anywhere. It was The Reaper. The skeleton stood about the same height as Sunny, dressed in a navy pinstripe suit with a white shirt and red tie. He had a fedora tipped low over his eyes and a cigar in his mouth.

"gunna take her where, pal?" The Reaper asked. Sunny gulped audibly.

"Just, uh, back to her place. Put her to bed, ya know. Make sure she's safe and whatnot." Sunny replied, beginning to sweat. Frisk, jostled a bit awake by Sunny's jump looked blearily at the skeleton.

"Sans?" She mumbled, almost too quiet to hear. Sunny paled and took a step back.

"yeah, sweetheart, it's me. you're least favorite regular." sans replied, keeping an eye on Sunny.

"You know him?" He asked Frisk, but she was starting to fall asleep again and didn't understand.

"you could say that." sans answered for her, "now, how did you say you knew her, again?"

"Um.. well.. You see...th-the thing is…"Sunny stammered, stepping back even further. sans's eyes snapped up to the pale man.

"if the next words that come outta your ugly mouth are lies, i gotta tell you, friend, i'm not gonna be very happy with you." sans warned. His right eye went dark and his left flashed with blue light. As soon as it happened, it went back to normal. Sunny blinked, wondering if he imagined it. sans shrugged and added, "but how 'bout this: you give me the girl, walk away, and leave the club without botherin' anyone else, and i'll pretend this never happened. deal?"

sans almost had to use his magic to catch Frisk at the speed that Sunny handed her over. The man practically ran through the club to get to another exit. sans chuckled. Sometimes his reputation was worth it when he got reactions like that out of slimeballs like Sunny. sans glanced down at the sleeping girl in his arms and sighed. This girl was just too much trouble. He had come out to meet with some of his connections in neutral ground. He had just finished trading information when he saw the girl drinking water at the bar. He watched with narrowed eyes when Sunny had leaned in towards her, suspicion creeping up when he seemed to drop something in her water as he did so. When he saw her begin to stumble on the way back to the bar with her friends, his suspicions were confirmed. The girl had been drugged. With an annoyed groan, sans decided to help her out. He didn't like the girl, but for some stars-forsaken reason, Grillby did. He owed it to the flame elemental to help the girl out. He glared down at the now completely unconscious girl.

"you owe me a drink...or twenty." He grumbled. He stepped into a shortcut and appeared next to the bar. Fred quickly came over to serve him, already knowing who the skeleton was.

"How may I help you, Sir?" He asked nervously. He eyed Frisk in The Reapers arms and swallowed nervously.

"tell her friends that i'm takin' her home. some guy tried to drug her and sneak off w'her." sans instrucked. He didn't wait for confirmation before disappearing into another shortcut. Fred stared at the spot for a moment before slowly banging his head against the bar once. He wished that tonight had been his night off.