Whiskey, On The Rocks

Chapter 1

You carry the heavy basket in your left elbow. It hurts, but you can deal with it. You've dealt with worse, after all.

You look down at your phone for your next item. Right as you round a corner in the little grocery store, you run straight into someone's cart...

...causing you to fall and spill the contents of your basket.

No matter how good you were with a gun, you always seemed to be clumsy.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Let me help you up!"

The voice... This was definitely a monster.

You look up at the man. He was a tall skeleton, holding his gloved hand out to you. You grab it and let him pull you up.

"Uh, sorry about that," you mutter, and scratch your head. "I wasn't looking."

"No! Please! It was entirely my fault!"

Before you notice, he already starts to pick up the items that were in your basket. You immediately bend down and help him.

"No, really, I wasn't looking."

"It's my fault. I insist," he says sternly. "Let me pay for all of this."

This raises a red flag. You can't just let someone else pay for all of this stuff! It was expensive!

"No, no! I can pay. I'll let you take the blame for what just happened but I can't let you pay!"

Though he had already put the items in his cart.

You sigh. "Please, sir, you don't have to do this. I don't deserve it."

"Then pass it on! It's always good to do a good deed for someone else!" He exclaims.

You purse your lips together.

"By the way, my name is Papyrus. What's yours?"

Oh! You completely forgot. You introduce yourself and apologize.

"Don't apologize! It's fine. Let me take the rest of that for you."

He takes your basket before you could even comprehend what happened.

"No--!" You sigh again. He obviously wasn't going to give up. "Thanks."

"You're welcome, human!"

Why did he just call you human when you just told him your name? Oh. That doesn't matter. You don't care.

He pays for all of your items which adds up to be about eighty dollars. You are about to pay but he zips his credit card in first.

You sigh again. You feel bad that he was doing this, but he seems willing, and almost happy to do it for you.

Then, you get an idea.

"Hey, Mr. Papyrus--"

"Just call me Papyrus, okay?"

You smile. "Okay, Papyrus, uh... Do you want to come and have dinner at my house? It's the least I can do since you paid for all of my groceries."