Whiskey, On The Rocks

Chapter 2

You were so stupid.

You invited a stranger to your home, ate dinner with him, and forgot to get his number.

You sigh and scratch your head. You had abandoned your "job" today to see if you can find Papyrus. You figure it would do no good and would be a wasted day, but it was good to try. He seemed like an outside person, and it would be nice for you to get a breath of fresh air anyway.

You were just walking on the sidewalk. You didn't have your gun on you, but you did have your knife and you would use it if you needed it. You were walking downtown, where you didn't normally go. Here, people litter. There was trash everywhere, no street lights, and everything around just seems unclean.

You sigh. You've been walking around for a few hours. Why did you think to look here? Why not uptown where it wasn't disgusting and dirty?

You look around. Next to you, there's a small bar. It seems busy. You decide to stop in for a drink.

A bell rings as you open the door. It seems like a bar and grill.

You sit at the front. Eventually, one of the bartenders notices you.

"Good afternoon," she says. "What would you like to drink?"

"Just a whiskey over the rocks," you say, "whatever your house is."

"You got it, sweet cheeks."

The woman saunters away. You pull out your phone and go to your web browser, scrolling down to see the facts on who your next kill was going to be. You weren't sure who it would be yet, but you were sure the answer would come soon.

"Human?"

You slam your phone screen first into the bar and turn around. There, standing with his hat and coat, is Papyrus.

"Papyrus!" You exclaim. "I've been looking for you all day!"

He seems confused. "Why would you do that?"

"Well I wanted to apologize for last night... It was a sensitive subject but I shouldn't have forced you out like that. I would have already apologized earlier but I, uh, I forgot to get your number."

You scratch the back of your head.

"Oh, I don't have a phone. But if I did I would give you my phone number! How about I give you my email instead?"

Now, it's your turn to be confused.

"You don't have a phone?"

"No, not one at all."

"Not even a house phone?"

He shakes his head.

"Well we'll have to fix that." You turn around just in time for your whiskey to be placed in front of you.

"Why don't you sit and have a drink with me?"

He accepts your offer.

"Why do you drink whiskey? Isn't that a little strong for a lady like you?"