***Hello, my friends! I'm back again, and fairly quickly. I've been binging on Game and Film Theory videos after getting home from work, and now I'm here to upload. Anyways, Grillby and Sans belong to Toby Fox, Kabel belongs to me, and let's roll on in!
Chapter Six: The First Day Of Work
Kabel walked up to Grillby's the next morning, straightening out her uniform of an orange polo shirt and khaki pants. Both of which had been given to her. She'd taken one smoke on the walk over and was a bit more relaxed. So, she walked inside.
"Hey," Grillby said when he caught sight of her. "Hey," she said stiffly when she was joined.
"So, you remember your training?" Grillby asked. "When I'm called over behind the bar, I go over and take orders. I write them, bring the tickets to the kitchen, bring the food back out," Kabel recalled.
"You do. Alright. Well, your shift ends at four, so get to work," Grillby said. Then, he went back to the kitchen.
Kabel went back behind the bar. "Work hard, ask out," she said simply, repeated Frisk's idea.
"Work hard, ask out."
XxX
It was about lunch time. Kabel had certainly been trying, even though she still stepped outside for cigarette breaks. Eventually, things did get more interesting.
And that was when Sans rolled in.
He sat down at the bar. "Yo, Serifa!" he called, slapping his bony hand on the bar.
Kabel cringed at the use of her first name. "Don't call me that. What do you want?" she asked with a sigh, knowing that she didn't have to put on a happy face this time.
Sans grinned. "I wanna speak to your employer," he said. "Okay. Fine. Just don't do anything that you would do. Comprende?" Kabel growled out. "Comprende, mi amigo," Sans agreed, unable to stop smiling.
So, Kabel left and came back with Grillby. She stood back and tried to distract herself by scrubbing down glasses.
"So, Grillbz," Sans began, "how're you doing today?" Kabel nearly crushed the glass cup in her hand as she realized what was being done. "Er… I'm doing well. Can I get you anything?" Grillby offered.
"No. Maybe we can just chat for a bit. Catch up. Tibia honest, we get along pretty well. Like a house and fire," Sans went on. Kabel's cheek bones were starting to turn purple. Whether out of being flustered or her anger at her oldest brother, it was hard to tell.
Maybe some of both.
"Hey, sis? You look like you got something you wanna get off of your chest. Wanna spill while it's just us friends?" Sans asked.
"No!" Kabel blurted out. The next things from her mouth were incoherent as she scrambled to find words. At last, she sighed and turned to her employer. "Hey, ah, Grillby? Can you cover for me for a bit? I gotta step out," she said.
"Sure," Grillby said. The moment his back was turned, Kabel flipped off Sans with both hands. Then, she stormed out.
The smaller skeleton wasn't even mad. "I was only kidding."
XxX
The end of the day came. Sans had left the restaurant after getting a burger and things went well from there. At last, Kabel pulled herself together and went to find Grillby.
He was on the phone. "Yes... go ahead and pack up... yes, of course... alright, I'll be home soon... no, it's not that long... I love you too. Goodbye," he said. Then, he hung up. "Hey, Kabel. What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Who was that on the phone?" Kabel asked.
"Ember. My daughter," Grillby said. Kabel hardly nodded.
If Grillby had a daughter, then he had a wife.
A girlfriend.
Some sort of romantic partner.
"Hello?" Grillby asked. Kabel already was reaching for her cigarettes. "Never mind it. I'll be in tomorrow morning," she said.
"Are you sure that you're okay?" Grillby asked. "Yeah. You got my number if you need me," Kabel said.
Before she could be asked any further questions, she was already leaving the restaurant and hoping that she could find relief.
***The uniform? What I wear at my job. The hours? My shift is eight to four. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!
And don't worry... I'm not that mean.