The Eight-Legged Boot-Legger
Muffet awoke to her spiders dragging her some tea, she had fallen asleep at her desk again. She groaned and took the coffee, this needed to stop, but all this work was exhausting. She sometimes forgot what half of it was even for. She stared at the pile on her desk hoping she would remember, nothing. She groaned again and just decided to take a shower upstairs and open the café. Well it was more of a bar, but classy, it was called the Spider's Web. She did just that and began cleaning some glasses that were missed last night. Tok was first to arrive, as usual, with NiceCream at tow. She was usually nicer to him than MTT with his assistant, but this morning she seemed aggravated at something. Slamming a previously clenched newspaper on the bar and walking away, Muffet decided not to question her right now. NiceCream stayed out of her way and waited on a stool for her to come back, Muffet skimmed over the newspaper. Then she caught sight of a headline that must've been the reason for Tok's annoyance, hell it made Muffet angry just reading it. Mayor Asgore was trying to legalize some law that said no more gangs or mobs. This was most likely him reacting to last week's scrummage, but this was a bit much. Muffet wondered briefly if Grillby had seen this, but quickly pushed him out of her head and continued reading the article. Mettaton appeared sometime later, BurgerPants holding a lot of bags, and went to the back where the changing room, and Tok, was. They had to get ready for today's shows after all. Napstablook arrived shortly after MTT, with a pack of CDs and his headset. One of his jobs was to make the set list of the day, the other was to tend to the bar while Muffet either hung out in her office or walked around her establishment. Blook gave NiceCream the pack and took his position behind the bar. Nice sighed and went towards the back, Burger stared after him but eventually just pulled out his phone.
The day was going great. Tok and MTT put on some great shows, the music Blook had chosen was always fantastic and they loved to sing as much as dance. There were a few swing songs, but most were slow and really pulled in a crowd. Muffet had decided to stay out of her office for a few hours and join in the crowd of monsters and friends. Tok was now singing 'Why Don't Ya Do Right,' a classic at the bar, and men wouldn't stop staring. MTT was playing the piano for this piece, live music was rare but very appreciated after just hearing music over the speakers for almost two hours, and he was loving the attention he got from just being on the stage. Muffet wished her mechanic could be here, Alphys never really liked this kind of crowd, but it would be nice to have someone to talk to. Blook wasn't much for conversation and the patrons were either too drunk or too enthralled by the performance, Muffet decided it was time to retire to her office. After the song, Muffet heard someone coming towards her office. She thought it was some patron, or probably Burger, with a complaint, but it was Tok who revealed herself. She had two spider donuts and tea to match, her apologizing smile said it all and Muffet let her in.
"What's the matter Tok? One of the patrons get to handsy again?" Muffet asked, taking a sip of her tea.
"No, though MTT might have a complaint like that later if he continues walking through the crowd like he is. I just wanted to have some good ole conversation, like old times."
Old times, the times before Muffet got in the mob business. Back when she had first met Alphys and Tok at M.D.s shop, and Tok had been so sweet. Now that sugar turned to spice when she started dancing for Muffet, she smiled at the memory. "Okay, what do you want to talk about? I hear the stock market is going to shit, or the rumor that M.D. might split at the seams is he screams anymore?"
Tok chuckled at the thought and took a bite of her donut, "Nah, I was thinking more along the lines of time and what we're going to do with ours."
"Time, time, time. It's always on your mind, ain't it? What do you mean, though?" Muffet shooed away some spiders who were desperately trying to refill her cup.
"I mean, what are we going to do when this turf war you have with Grillby stops? It has to eventually right?"
Muffet sighed, "Grills and I have a… complicated relationship. True this may end one day, but that won't happen for a while. Until then, we just keep doing what we're doing. And pray to God that none of us get too burnt from that flame."
"Ok, thank you Muffet." There was a banging at the door and Tok started picking up the plates and cups, "That'd be Met, I should go."
"Please don't" Muffet groaned. Tok smiled and opened the door to a steaming Mettaton then slipped out.
Muffet locked the door once more. MTT and Tok had left a few hours ago and Blook just went off. She sighed and pulled the shades down, signifying the café/bar was not excepting anyone in. The spider walked away from the door, throwing the hat she had at some point gotten over to the bar, and walked back to her office. Instead of heading to her desk, as she normally did, Muffet decided to actually get a good night rest and went over to the small cot she kept. Truth was, she didn't like leaving the place, she didn't exactly have a home. She had an apartment, yes, but it just didn't feel right. The inn was called Snowdin, weird name, and the keeper was a sweet heart, so sweet in fact she agreed to let Muffet keep her room on hold. Every night she thought about cancelling that, she obviously wasn't going back, but something kept her from doing so. Muffet sighed one last time and just decided to stop thinking about it and sleep. So she did.