Daddy's a Serial Killer

Chapter 9 - A Drink Outside

"No, stop, please!"

Another needle slid into her soul, quickly draining out a thick black liquid into her as she screamed. No one listened. She thrashed as her leg wept blood, unable to do anything but sit there and cry for help.

But no one came.

"Increasing the amount of dosage of intensified liquid hatred," The Doctor above her spoke.

"No, no, please -"

Jane woke up choking on her breath.

She sat up quickly, glancing around the small, shared room. Clockwork passed out against her, and Zero quietly sleeping at the foot of the bed. Legs thrown out, drool cascading down from her open mouth. Jane sighed, reaching over to pet her hair. Zero mumbled something about Cheetos in her sleep before rolling over, likely adding another drool stain onto their shared blanket.

Cute.

Jane pushed aside one of her legs to free her own, climbing out of the comfortable bed. Past Eyeless Jack's lit up room she walked, past Jeff snoring too loudly in his own, then down the stairs. Towards the kitchen.

"Oh, hey'a." Sans squirted out ketchup onto a bowl of ice cream as she walked in, already making Jane consider turning right back around due to the pure disgust of that breakfast option. "Haven't fallen asleep yet?"

"Hi." She walked to the fridge, peering inside. "I did fall asleep. Just had a nightmare. What about you?"

Sans shrugged, forcing a spoon in through the frozen solid ice cream chunk within his bowl. "Nightmare as well. Guess watching Grey's Anatomy today was a shit ass idea for two people with medically related traumas, huh?"

"We should have pried the damn remote from Eyeless Jack," Jane said.

"Eh, he got a big ol' smile on his face, and considering how shy he is since he's been here for months and I still don't know much about him, it was probably worth it. For my suffering, anyways. Next time I'll give you a personal T.V or something."

"Yeah."

Sans glanced over. Wearing his usual 'I'm too lazy to get proper pajamas' outfit. Just a baggy shirt he stole from Laughing Jack. Due to the sheer size of it compared to Sans' tiny little neck and collarbone, it completely bagged to one side, showing off his right shoulder and a part of his arm.

"You look like you could use a drink," Sans said. A hand of his reached out, encompassed in blue magic, before suddenly a bottle of alcohol was lowered down from the top shelf. "Want some?"

She tilted her head to look at the label.

"Uh, be warned, it's strong shit, my friend runs a bar and he knows how to get the rare good stuff." Sans turned the bottle of whisky so she could see it better. "He has connections. Real nice connections."

Definitely looked like a rare brand. She didn't recognize it.

"Sure, poor me a glass," She said. Jane was always up for a challenge.

Sans chuckled, but listened nevertheless.

Soon they found themselves on the porch in the late days of January, watching the small remaining snow piles melt around them as they took sips of their burning alcohol. That admittedly tasted really, really good.

"Kinda sucked the snows already melting, I was hoping Bean could learn to walk before it does all melt away. Wanted her to play in the snow." Sans tipped his glass forward to gesture around as he spoke. "I mean, I've always kinda liked snow. People always talk about vacationing somewhere warm, but I'd rather go somewhere snowy. And I was hoping Bean would like it too. Guess the world is just too cold to me to help."