Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 6 : News: Some good, a lot bad

"Mr. Grillby, he's here...he's here!

The purple fire monster stopped cleaning the tiny shot glass, feeling every muscle in his body tense up as the loud music, the dancing, the screaming conversations and the drunken laughter all came to a screeching halt.

The once loud and lively bar was now as quiet as a cemetery.

The owner of Grillby's Nightclub and Bar tightly frowned, glad the fire that made up his body covered a majority of his facial features, as he watched a good number of his customers quickly exit the bar (with their money) as soon as Gaster stepped away from the door.

Grillby tightened his hold on the shot glass.

He didn't expect the fucker to actually come in the main entrance during work hours. When Sans told him his brother needed to talk to him directly about some...concerns Don Gaster was having with Grillby's business, the short drunkard imbecile had gone through the back door during the day when the bar was closed.

Sans may not have known why his brother wanted to talk to Grillby per say when the fire monster tried to push him for information, but at least the pathetic weak whelp knew how to handle things in a respectful manner.

But this arrogant fucker didn't seem to care that he was single-handedly running Grillby's money away. But instead of letting his fury get the better of him (Grillby had heard a lot of things regarding the eldest Gaster brother such as his infamous temper, violent nature and that thing that happened with Asgore all those years ago), the fire monster delicately placed the clear shot glass upside down on the sparkling clean bar.

He adjusted his glasses and looked up to see the imposing figure of Don Gaster coming towards him.

And all his fury melted into unease and the faintest amount of fear as he felt his stomach clench unpleasantly. Up until this very moment, Grillby had never personally met the eldest Gaster brother. The fire monster always saw Sans, as the drunkard always spent most of his nights at the bar, drinking mustard bottle after mustard bottle until he could barely stand. And he saw Papyrus most nights as well. Of course Papyrus never stayed more than a few seconds. He just stayed long enough to give the bar a disgusted look before he picked up his brother and stomped out the door.

But Don WingDings Gaster...

...Grillby picked up the cleaning rag for the bar and began to wipe the imaginary dirt off the shiny wooden surface, leaning casually on the hardwood as he did it.

The last thing Grillby wanted was to have his customers see how badly his hands were shaking especially when the tall skeleton hadn't done anything except enter the building. That would look weak and Grillby knew this meeting between the two of them probably wasn't a big deal.

When Sans told him that his brother wished to speak to him, Grillby had simply assumed that Gaster was finally getting around to discussing a fee for allowing Grillby to set up his bar in the eldest skeleton's part of the city. Granted it had been three years since he had first set up shop in Snowdin, and not once during those three years did any of the Gaster brothers approach him about paying a fee. It was very surprising to say the least. But Grillby didn't complain. Nor did he bring the matter up.

The fire monster had been more shocked during those three years when he had decided to push his luck and ask Sans if he could talk his brother into allowing him to have human alcohol shipped from the human city to Snowdin. A day later Sans had said Gaster agreed to the request and there was no talk of a fee of any sort for that as well.