Waiting List

Grillby's (1/2)

It was almost time to meet Undyne, the sun was setting and the evening sky was a beautiful maroon tone. It looked like a canvas, splashed with warm colours, illuminating warmth. It had been awhile since Sans had gone out to relax like this and his old clothes before Gaster's accident didn't fit him like the used to, he was now taller after-all. Maybe he should get a new blue hoodie for himself sometime, it was out of stock in his size the last time he went shopping.

It wasn't like he had too many options to pick from either. His closet was very minimally filled... with only the same identical white t-shirts, his old iconic blue hoodie, sweatpants, several turtleneck sweaters in a range of grey tones that he wore to work, some jeans Papyrus had given him, and... a black leather jacket Undyne had given him the other time. He would have shown up in his usual long-sleeved turtleneck sweaters he wore to work, but they were all in his dirty laundry pile.

Only leaving short sleeved turtlenecks for him to wear... but that would be too plain... And he didn't want to wear his lab coat over it.

Currently dressed in only grey jeans (not zipped up even) and ribcage exposed to the fan blowing in his room, Sans gazed over to the black leather jacket with the white fur trim around it. Undyne had forced him to get it when he was shopping for new clothes with her... and Undyne was completely shocked when all he was buying were black sweatpants and white tees.

He had never been quite a fashionista, so Undyne took it up upon herself to fill his closet with more stylish clothes, starting with a brand new black leather jacket. Shiny and rustic with its own charm. And gradually started to dress him up in turtleneck sweaters that he now wore regularly. The both of them had a similar figure now so Undyne just gave him whatever she looked good in!

Tiredly zipping up the grey jeans and buckling a black belt around it, he reluctantly put on a rather clean looking grey short-sleeved turtleneck sweater, one armhole at a time before donning on the shiny leather jacket to finish the look. Viewing himself in the mirror in his room...he looked pretty good. Well, he was dressed well enough for a bar.

After shuffling around his room in search for his wallet, he was finally ready to set off. Sitting at a bench he placed in the hallway, near the entrance of the apartment, he was tying the shoelaces on his boots, zipping up the sides and even putting a mini chain on each of em. In the name of fashion. Looking up at the door... he was hesitant to go, his eyes lurking around, yearning to be at his desk doing work. But it was for his own good to relax a little. He rather have reasonable break days than take a long leave from work when he got overwhelmed. Stuffing his pockets with a cigarette pack and a lighter, he was finally getting up from his position, unlocking the door and stepped out into the busy streets, the warm sunlight leaking into the humble home.

The city atmosphere outside was a complete juxtaposition to how it was like in his apartment. Inside, it was quiet, peaceful even. Out in the streets, it was bustling, with lines of various vehicles, cars, motorbikes, lorries and trucks moving about in various directions. Streetlights lit up the street dimly, and the sky was slowly turning a dark blue, and cool. High-pitched repetitive honking sounds could be heard and maybe even some yelling. Must be a bad traffic jam, but it was pretty normal. There was always a hustle culture around here, ever since the merger of monsters and humans living together decades ago.

Meanwhile on the pathways, it wasn't any better. Streaks of people and monsters walked by his building, all dressed in different fashion. From the most prim and proper business office workers to the most neon hot pink hair Sans ever saw in his life. Some were taking a leisurely walk around the place and some were rushing off to somewhere.

The 'click-clack' sounds of heels walking against the ground were scattered around, combined with the sounds of people and monsters chattering away with their friends, on phone calls or just themselves. Seeing the group of monster-human friends pacing around the place with big grins plastered on their faces reminded him of Papyrus... and his human friend Frisk. Sans never met them a lot but they seemed pretty chill when they did...so he wasn't worried about Papyrus getting badly influenced while in university.

Thankfully, his motorbike was conveniently parked right in front of his apartment, so he could easily spot it amidst the slowly growing crowd before him instead of scavenging the area like a fool. Firmly buckling on his helmet and starting up the engine that made riff raff sounds, he carefully slid on his leather gloves one finger at a time, while the slightly tinted and scratched eye-shield of his helmet was over his eye sockets. Putting his boots on the pegs on the side of the motorcycle and switching gears, he was off to Grillby's to meet Undyne once he fully released the clutch levers of his bike cooly, with smoke trailing behind him and his bike.

Traffic was definitely bad, but not for him since he wasn't driving a car. Slowly overtaking other vehicles on the road, he halted to a stop when he finally reached the top of the line, waiting for the traffic light to give him the Go-sign, putting on of his legs on of the vehicle for balance. The cars were like bumper-to-bumper, just giving him the minimal leeway he needed to squeeze through. Sans didn't really like to travel through such crowded places, especially on a weekend, but no harm doing it every once in a while. It had been a long time since he went to Grillby's anyways, it didn't hurt to treat himself, he told himself...

But he couldn't help to just think of work at every turn he got. Shouldn't he be working harder? Should he really be here? Before he could think anymore, a chants of honking were heard behind him, waking him up from his dreaming and that it was his turn to start moving. Oops... didn't mean to be one of the causes of traffic jams. With that, he sped off into his way, until he finally saw Grillby's on his last turn, the big sign denoted with Grillby's on it lighting up in an orange-yellow glow like a broadway sign, with the light fading on and off as if the battery was dying.

Parking his motorbike in front of a parking meter and wiping off the little sweat droplets that had formed from wearing his helmet, the streets weren't as busy as it had been earlier. It was nearly 9pm anyways, which was Undyne and Sans' shared definition of evening, so people were probably well on their ways home, leaving only the nightclub and bar goers lurking around. With no sight of Undyne, leaning against his motorbike, Sans fumbled his pockets before pulling out a cigarette to smoke from his mini pack, and his trusty lighter layered with old nearly-peeling stickers Papyrus had given to him.

It was getting pretty chilly, the cool breeze blowing at Sans, maybe it was good that he chose to wear this jacket after all. Cupping his hand around the cigarette and flame of the lighter as he lit it up, a familiar voice finally rang around the corner of the alley.

* Sans! Hope I didn't keep ya waiting, punk.

Sans turned, keeping the lighter in his jacket pocket and cigarette in his mouth.

As Undyne made her way towards the skeleton, she was dressed in a familiar fashion as him... as expected. With a blue downwards arrow earring on her left pointy ear, she was decked out in similar leather fashion, a leather blazer dress fully buttoned and exposing the red turtleneck sweater underneath, tall demonia black boots with multiple buckles lined up, and with a red belt wrapped around her to top the outfit off. Her hair was hastily tied up in a rather messy ponytail.

* wow. did you just come from a date or something?

* LOL Who are you kidding!!! But... yeah...I had a lunch date with Alphys earlier and didn't get changed out so.

Exhaling the smoke out and some of the smoke sneaking out under of his sweater from his ribcage, Sans lowered his hand with the cigarette down, before a smirk formed on his face, responding cooly

* knew it, you aren't dressed bad at all if i have to say.

* You too actually. I never knew you would dress up for once... Did you read some new fashion magazines or something?

* nah, i actually didn't have much to wear. might as well use what you got for me, hehe.

* LOL FINALLY!!! I was waiting for the day you would dress a little better. Anyways let's head in, it's gonna get crowded soon and I don't want to give up the bar seats. Grillby is too good a bartender to miss out.

Putting out his cigarette and dumping it in a nearby litter bin, the two of them finally headed inside, leaving the sounds of the click-and-clacks of heels behind them, and a chime of the bell when they opened the bar's doors.