Drunk Sans x Reader (Lemon)

Down For the Bar

You and Sans sat at the bar of Grillby's, Sans with a bottle of ketchup in hand. He hung his head drunkenly chuckling softly. "Y'know kid? You're pretty freakin' adorable." You slowly looked under to his head and face to his plastered grin, " Really...?" He told his head up again and looked you in the eyes, "'t's no lie." Your soul fluttered and your face flushed noticeably. "I know it really shouldn't be doing this well while I'm", he motioned to his spiked ketchup, " Y'know.." you were confused, shouldn't be doing what? That thought was cut off. Pure black pulled out at your vision as a sudden heavy, and weightless feeling tugged at your body. A pillow cradled your head comfortably, your body well snuggled inside a mattress. Hot breath steamed against your neck. Despite the overpowering smell of tomato, the even sharper scent of whiskey hovered in it, stinging your nose. "I got a puzzle for ya sweetheart." The fact that he called you that rung, but you turned your head to his in response, " Of all the years I've known ya...why the 'ell didn't I do this sooner?" You sure were puzzled. Do wha-

         ~to be continued my sinners~