Champagne

(AN, there is a song attached to this chapter, but it's optional. I highly recommend it because it's one of my favorite songs and it's amazing! Happy reading! I'll tell you when to start it if you choose to listen to it! Also, I censored it in my writing, but the song does say a few bad language words.)

Mr. L was digging behind the counter, cleaning up the last of his things. While cleaning, he couldn't help but look around. The place feels empty, filled with boxes and suitcases. What was once a small store was now an empty building.

It's almost sad, but the anticipation of what was coming next gave him an exciting feeling. Even with only 1,000, he could at least get started. He'd be getting out of here, and that was all that mattered. He'd be seeing the world. But still, he'd miss working with the kid. He'd miss when Blumiere and Timpani came in every morning. He'd miss occasionally seeing Dimentio. He really hopes Dimentio is happy now. Now that he got that house, he hopes that the jester feels accomplished. Feels valuable. Feels successful. He knew how hard Dimentio had been working for that.

Most of all, he just hopes everyone will be okay.

Everyone WILL be okay. It's not like he was much. He didn't touch many lives. Who'd even remember when he was gone? He sighs and turns around to get the lights when there was the chime of the store door opening.

He furrows his eyebrows and calls out, "Um, We're closed!"

"My apologies," came Dimentio's voice from behind him, causing the man in green to quickly turn around.

"D-Dimentio?!" He asks, before smiling. "Why, it's been so long! What are you doing here...?"

"I..." Dimentio starts, before looking down.

- Music Start -

The jester softly smiles, looking around the store before meeting L's eyes.

"So I got you a present...
I went downtown to get it.
Doing anything tonight?"

"Cleaning," Mr. L replies.

"You're done for the day,"

"No way," Mr. L chuckles.

"Because we've got a date," Dimentio casually adds,

"Okay..."

"Before you board that plane..." Dimentio sighs, before smiling and pulling out a small bottle.
"I owe you a bottle of cold Champagne."

"No!" Mr. L gasps, taking it with a new smile on his face.

"Yeah! Cold champagne!" Dimentio beams.

"Dang, the bottle's all sweaty and everything! You went and got this?"

"Pop the champagne!"

"I don't know if we have coffee cups or plastic cups, I already packed the cups..." L admits.

"Tonight," Dimentio smiles. "We're drinking straight from the bottle."

L feels his heart flutter before he starts trying to open the bottle.

"Mr. L,"

"Yeah?" Mr. L replies, distracted by trying to open the bottle.

"Blumiere told me what you did for me,
and it's honestly the sweetest thing anyone ever did for me!
Now, what can I say or do to possibly repay you for your kindness?"

"... How do you get this gold stuff off?" Mr.L asks, holding up the bottle, causing Dimentio to just roll his eyes.

"Mr. L,"