Grillby wasn't a monster of many words. He mostly kept to himself, listening to the other monsters that came in. Occasionally, he would add his own input. He kept his sentences short and simple.
It wasn't that he didn't like being sociable, he just knew that not many people would listen.
However, he did talk quite a bit about a certain subject.
"Sans." It was another day running the bar, and the skeleton had come in just in time.
"What's up, hot stuff?" he replied, sliding onto a barstool.
"You know 'what's up', Sans."
"Oh yeah? Why don't you enlighten me?" The skeleton winked. "Hey, wanna get me a bottle of ketchup? Just put it on-" He never got to finish.
"Sans, from here on out, you will not be allowed in this building until you pay your tab."
For a second, Sans didn't make a sound. He just looked shocked. Then, he shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. "Ha, that one really tickled my funny bone, Grillbz. You had me there for a moment!"
Grillby put his hands on the counter, which began to steam under them. "You owe me over 10000G, so you can either pay me, or I can find another use for you."
Sans turned blue, his face taken over by a blush. "A-another use? Pal, you better just be pullin' my tibia here. Y-you can't do this!"
"This is my bar, I can do whatever I want." By now, the entire room had gone silent. Not much drama occured in the Underground, so every monster there watched with rapt attention. Everyone, including Grillby, knew Sans was broke.
The skeleton monster was sweating nervously, all eyes on him. "What was that 'other use' for me, then?" he said hesitantly.
Without skipping a beat, Grillby grabbed the front of his blue jacket and pulled him over the counter. "This," he whispered, his face close to Sans'.
"Wha-"
The bartender leaned in and kissed the stupid comedian. Both of them were surprised when Sans started kissing back. It lasted what felt like years, when in reality it was only a few seconds.
When they both pulled away, the bar was even more silent than before, if possible. You could have heard a pin drop.
Suddenly, every monster in the bar began to clap and cheer. There were shouts of "Finally!" and "Took you long enough, Grillby!"
Sans was still confused when the flame monster set him back in his seat and placed a bottle of ketchup in front of him.
"It's on the house," Grillby said with amusement in his voice.
"I- wait- what?"
"You still owe me the 10000G, though."
"...fuck."
