My True Love Is Spicy (Yet Sweet)

Chapter 2, Drink Offering

<<<<<Nine Hours Earlier<<<<<

{<UNDERFELL>}

The Great and Terrible Papyrus, Captain in the Royal Guard and Captor of Humans, scowls down at the message on his phone. Frisk glances over at him, snuggling deeper in Sans' coat as the tall skeleton lets loose a growl. Pet watches him from her place on the floor by the couch. Unlike the slight edge of fear in his brother's and the child's gaze, hers was merely curious.

"....b-boss?" Sans asks, trying not to let his nervousness out. Red eyelights glance over at him, but the skeleton known to the multiverse as Edge refocuses his ire towards the device. Specifically, the sender. 

HoneySucker: hey, friend. got some great liquor, pretty rare year too. up for a little get together? the other papyrus said yes already...

NaiveIdiot: INDEED! MY BROTHER SAYS WE SHOULD HAVE A GET TOGETHER EVERY NOW AND THEN! DO JOIN US, SHARP ME!

ThGr8&TrrblEdgLrd: FINE. BUT YOU BETTER MAKE THIS WORTH MY WHILE.

HoneySucker: no worries, i heard this vintage is pretty special, soul-moving even. 

Putting the cell away, Papyrus turns towards the trio.

"I AM GOING OUT TONIGHT. REMAIN INDOORS, AND BEHAVE UNTIL I RETURN. SANS," He narrows a glare at the lazy skeleton, noting the flinch. 

"THIS MEANS NO GOING TO GRILLBYZ. THE HUMANS STAY HOME. AM I UNDERSTOOD?"

"yes boss. me n the kid n pet will stay in tonight." Papyrus glares down at them for a few long seconds, then gives a sharp nod. Tossing his long, tattered red scarf over his shoulder, he stalks into the kitchen. Checking the fridge, he makes sure that there is enough for the weaklings to eat, and then grabs a small bottle of a swirling liquid from a collection in a locked drawer. 

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{<Some random living room in the anti-void used for AUs to drink at>}

The three Papyruses were in various stages of drunk. Stretch lay on his back, one arm over his eyes as he puffed at a cig. CinnaRoll was draped over the arm of a sofa, soft chuckles coming out of him as a red-orange hue flushed his cheeks. Edge stared at the bottom of his glass, his mind a million miles away. 

"....any more of tha-*hic*-that bottle left?" Stretch asked, rolling his skull to look over at Edge. The sharper Papyrus downed the last inch of his glass and reached for the bottle on the table. He missed his first attempt, but managed to wrap his fingers around the neck on the second.

"....PROBABLY ENOUGH FOR A LAST DRINK FOR ALL THREE OF US..." He finally said. CinnaRoll managed to straighten himself up, and held out his glass for the liquor. 

"POUR US A TOAST, CAPTAIN ROYAL GUARDS ME!" His glass was upside down. Stretch chuckled, twisting to lean up and reach for it. With two fingers, he spun the glass in CinnaBun's hold until it was right-side up again.

"...there...that'll hold-*hic*-hold it fer ya...."  Edge sloshed the remaining liquor into their glasses, keeping things more or less even between the three. CinnaBun raised his in the air.

"A TOAST! A TOAST....WHAT'RE WE TOASTING?"

"DON'T ASK ME, WEEDBAG OVER THERE WAS THE ONE WHO CALLED US IN FOR THIS....GET TOGETHER..." Edge grumbled, glaring into his glass with a slightly unfocused gaze. Stretch slid his drink to him, the liquor sloshing slightly as the glass moved over the wooden coffee table.