(Sans x Reader) When Two Souls Meet

Grillby's (Part 1: Tipsy-Turvey)

The beginning of this chapter is inspired by this picture: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CVEpGGxVAAAsPWJ.png

Your Perspective

"Grillby's, huh?" you ask, staring up at the prominent sign that adorns Snowdin's signature hole-in-the-wall. You'd passed by it countless times on the way to Sans' house, but you'd never actually gone inside. 

 "Yup," Sans' says. "Best bar in all the Underground." 

 Sans' pulls the door open for you, a bashful grin on his face. 

 "After you," he says sheepishly. 

 "Wow Sans," you say teasingly. 

"You're such a gentleman." 

 "Heh. I try." 

 The two of you step into the room, the door swinging shut behind you. Warmth instantaneously rushes over you, and you can't help but sigh, reveling in it. You're slowly starting to get used to the cold that inevitably comes with your Snowdin trips, but that doesn't mean you like it. Once you've warmed up, you take a moment to look around, taking the place in. 

 The first thing that you notice is that there aren't any windows. Instead, lanterns are strategically placed along the walls, their soft glow bathing the single room in a warm red-orange light. It's almost striking how small Grillby's is, but somehow, that works to its advantage. There's not much seating—only one or two booths to one side of the room, and a few tables on the other—but every single seat is filled, and the animated voices and laughter of the bar's inhabitance reverberates cheerfully throughout the compact space. The mouth-watering smell of greasy food wafts through the air, and judging from the thin layer of grime on the hard-wood floor, it's been served here for many, many years. 

 The dim lighting, the laughter, the smells, everything... it's almost nostalgic for you. You have the vaguest memories of visiting a pub like this with your parents when you were little, and the happy memories associated with it bring a dreamy smile to your face. There's a word to describe places like these. What was it again...?

Homey.

Sans chuckles at your expression of euphoria and leads you further in, heading towards the bar that lines the back wall.

"Hey, Sans!"

"Hi, Sans!"

"Back already, Sans?"

Wow... I didn't know he was so popular.

Every time he passes a table, the monsters that occupy it tear themselves from whatever it is they're doing (eating, playing cards, smoking... dog treats?) and send a friendly greeting in his direction. Sans seems almost immune to the attention, as if this is an everyday thing for him. He barely spares the time to wave at them. Well, with one exception.

"Hey, Sansy~"

S-Sansy??!!

Sans flinches at the sound of the speaker's voice, and turns to look at a table near the entrance. A rather drunk looking, pale-peach rabbit girl has fixed Sans with a lop-sided grin, and beckons to him with a finger. The sight of it rubs you the wrong way for some reason.