"Grillbz! Hit me with another!" I waved my hand to the man of flames, body beginning to feel the music that blared from the jukebox.
He watched me carefully, handing me another bottle. He was never much of a talker.
I immediately twisted off the cap, taking a gulp of the bitter liquid.
"You can't drown me out." Chara mused, spinning around on the seat next to me.
"Well, you obviously don't know that." I nearly slurred, holding a firm grip against the bottle's neck, "Everyone else you've possessed was what? Nine? Well, I'm a fucking adult!" I downed the bottle, slamming the glass against the bar, "Another!"
"Cut off." Grillby spoke, using as few words as usual.
"Cut off?" I raised from my seat, standing on the footrest of the chair, "W-what do you mean cut off? I'm trying to save the fucking world from a god-damn demon!"
He shook his head, "Called your brother. He'll be here, soon."
I felt everything in me sink, my face becoming stone, "Which brother answered?"
He turned around, picking up a glass to polish.
"Oooooh, someone's in trouble~" The demon laughed at me, grin stretching to an impossible length and eyes beginning to drip black.
"Shut up," I groaned, falling back onto my seat, "and you better hope it's not Gaster, because my drunk ass will not be able to handle him right now.
"He's always been really absorbed with his research."
"I'm not sure whether or not you're lying just to get all 'buddy buddy' with me."
The front door opened, a wave of cold flooding the normally warm building. I turned around in my seat, not sure whether to be relieved or ashamed of Papyrus being the be here.
"Hey there, Bro!" I was bubbling with laughter, waving my hand above my head.
He gave me a look of disappointment, approaching me, "Sans, what are you doing here so late?"
"I'm... hic... drowning out a demon."
He reached under my arms, lifting me up.
"What're ya doin?" My lighthearted expression sank as I was raised from my seat.
"I am taking you home." He sighed, looking up at Grillby, "Thanks for looking after him."
And we left the building.
"Ya know, you don't need to carry me." I sighed, not quite fighting against him.
"If the bartender had to call me when the walk is so short, I feel that I do in fact have to carry you."
I rest my head against his collar bone, "Thanks, Bro." I let out a quiet laugh, my voice sounding choked.
"Are you... alright?" He began questioning me.
"Yeah there, Sansy~" Chara spoke in one of those whisper-screams, "Are you alright, little wimp?"
"I just got a lot weighing down on me." My voice was muffled as I tried to calm my somewhat erratic breathing, "Are you," I rolled my head up in order to look at his face, "... wearing cologne?"
"Yeah." He grumbled, only a little louder than the crunching beneath his feet, "I was kinda in the middle of something."
"You weren't-"
"Yup."
My head sank, neck feeling weak, "I'm sorry."
"It's fine." He sighed, "So long as you're okay, it doesn't really matter."
Every fiber in my body hummed with the same pang of guilt. Who am I to take a good moment from someone. Especially Papyrus, probably the only one who is completely undeserving of a bad time.
"Pap... I..."
"I said it's alright." His voice was a little quieter at that point as he opened the door, walking up to the kitchen. He stepped in, his shoulders sinking, "They're gone."
The guilt drilled further into me as he placed me in a chair, "Pap?"
"Do you want to help me eat the rest of this." He sighed, walking over to a tall pot.
"What is it?"
"Spaghetti."
I forced a somewhat pleased hum, tapping my fingers against the wood of the table, "I've always liked spaghetti as a kid."
He prepared two plated, setting them down at the table before moving onto the tableware drawer.
"The silver's gone." He sounded absolutely deflated.
"Runaway and a golddigger." I took off my mitten and reached over to my plate, twirling one, long noodle around my finger, "I think you lucked out, there." I lifted my mask up with my other hand, popping the food into my mouth, "Wow. This is honestly the best I've ever had." I looked over my shoulder, watching him smile somewhat pathetically, "There some secret ingredient in the sauce?"
"I am an artisan in my craft." He gave me a chuckle, approaching me and seating himself at the table.
"That you are." I laughed, grabbing another noodle. I can blame this on my drunk mind in the morning.
He mimicked the motion, eating his food for himself.
We spent probably an hour just talking, laughing, trying to think of better times than tonight. He paid no attention to my fleshy hands, as I also made no point to point it out. I know better, though. Papyrus isn't dumb. Of course he knows. He just doesn't want me to run from him.
I know that feeling.
"Sweet dreams~" Chara laughed as I bordered the line between conscious and absolutely out of it, hands wrapped around Papyrus's neck.
I woke up in the morning, tightly wrapped in the covers of my bed.
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