Sans was yet again at Grillby's, cracking jokes and making bad puns with the regulars. Every once in a while, he would order a bottle of ketchup, each time asking Grillby to put it on his tab.
Grillby had put up with Sans doing this for the past couple years. He was just at his breaking point, and was about to be pushed over the edge. He loved the skeleton and all, he always had, but he couldn't just not pay for his food.
Finally, he was pushed over the edge when...
"...and then I said to him, 'maybe I'm just a little bonely! Hehe, hey Grillby, can I get another bottle of ketchup? Just put it on my-" Grillby lost it, right then and there, in front of everybody.
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY 'PUT IT ON MY TAB'!"
Everyone went silent. Grillby was generally a quiet guy, nobody had ever seen him get mad before.
Grillby started blushing furiously, and grabbed Sans' coat. "I need to speak to you in the back room." Was all he hissed out before dragging the skeleton into the kitchen.
"Calm down Grillby, you seem a bit... hot headed."
"Sans, you have been avoiding paying for your meals for a long time now, and I've had enough of it. I expect you to pay me by the end of the week, got it?" Sans, knowing that he must owe a fortune, decided to test his luck.
"How's this for payment?" The shorter monster placed his skeletal hands on the sides of the bartender's cheeks and kissed him. The flames on Grillby's head shot a foot in the air and, after a moment of shock, he closed his eyes and started kissing back. A blue glow lifted both of them off their feet and into the air. Time seemed to freeze for the two, and nothing else in the world mattered.
The kiss lasted about a minute before they both had to catch their breaths. They were placed back gently on their feet, neither of them saying anything.
After a couple minutes, Grillby uttered out a weak "I love you?"
Sans chuckled and went to exit the kitchen. "I know." Was all he said before walking out the door, back to his usual seat.
THESE ARE ALL SHIT AND YOU WANTED A KISS SO HERE YOU GO, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I'M BETTER AT WRITING DEATH SCENES THAN KISSING. TELL ME IF YOU WANT MORE, AND I WILL GLADLY COMPLY!
