Masterpiece (Gaster!Sans x reader)

~Necrophilia is a crime~

(Swear warning, some adult themes, ex. Liquor, smoking, bars, etc. No lemons, read the title of the chapter you necrophile.)

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~*~G!Sans~*~

I rested my elbows on the bar, and took in a breath of the musty air, filled with the old rusty smell of bloody bar-fights, and the sweep of chalky pool tables, I lit a cigarette, and put it in the side of my mouth, taking in a long drag, before resting it between my fingers, my jacket rested loosely on my shoulders, the suspenders on my jeans hanging low on me.

And, although they serve no purpose, the... women ... seem to purr over them, and well me.

felines.

"What can I get'cha, this fine evenin'?" The barista asked me, a smooth tone in her low voice.

"Just some Scotch. Something harder, maybe. Surprise me, darlin'." My voice was low, like a growl, the first time I'd ever consciously heard it in a while.

"Sure thing." She said, and slid me a glass of darkly-colored liquor.

I downed the glass, and heard a quiet creaking in the stool next to me, "Ya mind?" A cool voice said to me, a girl, hair covering her face, stared at me, lighting a cigarette, and taking a long drag, like she'd had a rougher day then even myself.

"Not at all." I shrugged, "Watcha drinkin'?" I looked at her glass, and she shrugged, 

"Pretty sure it's Whiskey of some kind." She looked into the glass, and nodded, "Maybe it's...actually it might be Craig... I don't know. Some guy bought me the damned thing, but I ain't into that whole... 'Get me drunk and I'll give you sex' thing. It's just stupid, y'know, I mean," she spoke quieter, "He wasn't even that good looking. Ngh." She coughed purposefully, glaring at the ground like it bit her.

At this point I've come to realize she's either fairly drunk, or extremely friendly.

Maybe both.

"I ain't in to that sort of thing, either. Bein' that I'm a skeleton, and all.Plus, it just feels wrong to do that to somebody, I mean, I don't get drunk all that easy, but there's some people who will let their alcohol rule them."

I can't remember if that's true or not, smiling, my teeth glisten. She seems to believe me.

and, damn is she beautiful.

She nodded, "I don't even know why I come to bars anymore, I mean, there's not much of a point except, since I'm... 'Hot' people like to buy me drinks.... Hey is necrophillia still a crime?" 

"...huh?" I glance at her, how she moves slowly, and then sharply, it's inconsistent.

"Are you- or well, are magical skeletons  considered a corpse species or, I guess I'm asking would that be legal if I was somewhat, er, I dunno, sexually attracted to a skeleton? I mean, hypothetically, and if and of course would that mean there was anything to be attracted to, other than a smooth-ass voice, it's like fuckin honey up in here." 

She rolled her eyes up-and down my body, and I saw her eyes roll back into her head, face warming up , a rose-color.

I just took a sip of my drink, and exhaled cooly.

"I'm not a corpse where I come from, but with you humans, I suppose it'd be something close.And, unless you got some kind of pelvis fedish I should know about-"

"No, no." 

She whispered something quietly, below her breath.

"Hm?"

"I said, 'I'd be willing to get thrown in jail even if it meant only a one night stand with a skeleton like you.' 'Cause I'm sure it'd be a damned good night."

"Is that a request or just a drunken theory?" I brushed my hand on the side, of her face, and she actually let me.

Was she actually that intoxicated? I wasn't sure.

"Neither. It's a hell-bent woman's promise."

"Ya know, I don't like makin' promises."

"Good. I'd rather talk about somethin' else, anyways."

(This was sorta a prologue just fyi)