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Curiosity Strikes

Asriel:

I was just chillin on my bed, or rather, trying to chill on my bed when I heard her foot steps near the front door.

Instantly I froze, listening closely until I heard her knock on the door, it was soft, three knocks. I knew it anywhere.

Tensing, I dropped my book on my bed and instantly teleported out of the house. G would answer the door, he always did, even when he was wasted like he was. He'd have spent the rest of yesterday night at Grillby's if I hadn't come and picked him up around midnight.

It was late evening now and I looked around me wondering where I'd teleported in a panic. Which turned out to be just outside Harrison's. D*** it, I'd been thinking about her again.

Why was she always in the back of my head? Because of G, he was always talking about her now and it was driving me crazy, crazy with curiosity. G was never interested in anybody, so what made her different? The fact that he'd never gotten her name?

I frowned at the doors, almost glaring at them with loathing. I hated this place, it was a bar, Sure, but the complete opposite of Grilb's place. He at least gave the place a warm sense about it. This place was cold, almost dead. People with problems came here, not to sort out their problems, but to push them aside, it was a place to push your responsibilities off at the door.

I hated how much this was almost my kind of place. But I'd never actually gone inside, too many rumors about the place.

Why? Why would a girl, who seemed so clever, work in such a stupid place like this?

I let out a deep sigh through my nose and walked in, my curiosity was eating me alive, but maybe forgetting about my problems wasn't so bad. It definitely sounded better than talking them out, for a flame that doesn't speak too often, he sure gets you yapping about your troubles, how the h*** he does that, I'll never know.

"Ah, Welcome Of Harrison's Tavern." A short stout man greeted me and I had to try not to wince.

His teeth were either crooked or golden and his eyes squinted at you like a mole peeking out of a burrow, he even had whiskers. "How may I help you today sir?" He asked as I looked around. The place was nothing like Grillby's bar, though I expected that.

"I just want a drink." I said simply trying to avoid eye contact. He was creepy for a human, and that's saying something coming from me. I'd met a fair number of creepy and spooky b******s ever since leaving the underground, and even before hand.

"Yes sir, right away, just take a seat." He gestured to a table that was decorated in dark wood, probably to hide the blood stains, but I could smell them. A lot of fights broke out here but that shouldn't be surprising. From what I'd heard, as long as you didn't touch Harry's girls without a bargain, you could brawl as much as you liked. I nearly spit as I looked over at the man, watching him walk off.

He didn't serve customers, I knew, he was probably going to talk to the bartender.

What I didn't expect however, was the small frame walking up to me and putting a hand out to touch the table, probably so she wouldn't bump into it.

"What'll it be?" She asked 'looking' directly at me. I blinked at her.

"Well, fancy meeting you here. Scotch will be fine." I said casually as if I didn't already know she worked here. Either way she tensed, at least she remembered me, somewhat.