Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 8 : Work Details

"So h-h-ere's how my boss operates and here's what happens if you decided to say yes to the job: Tomorrow or the next day, whichever day works for you, I take you to Fell City- D-don't worry you'll be c-c-completely safe! -and you s-s-sing for my boss-his name is Grillby. Nice and very professional guy by the way and if he likes you and your a-a-act you get the j-job. If he doesn't, he'll pay you for y-your time and I'll take you back home. What do y-you s-say?"

Frisk leaned back in her chair and stared at Jim. Ever since she hooked her arm around his, the guy was literally a big mess of nerves which surprised Frisk.

She would have thought a guy this handsome with the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen and a dazzling white smile that could melt any girl's heart in a second wouldn't be nervous about having a late lunch at a family style restaurant with a girl like her, but then again, as Frisk was taught by her parents, you simply couldn't judge somebody based on their looks.

And if she was being quite honest with herself, there was something pretty charming about Jim's embarrassed and socially awkward quirks, but for Frisk the most captivating thing about him were the clothes he was wearing.

He wore brown working pants with a pair of ripped suspenders holding them up, a dusty white button-up shirt with little brown grease stains and his blonde hair was a little unkempt.

Needless to say, he didn't look like anybody special or important, but what made his clothing so impressive to Frisk was the fact this guy seemed to share her own father's fashion sense.

Frisk recalled when her father and her mom were still alive, the old man had a number of "good" clothing, but he never wore any of them unless he was taking Frisk's mom out to dinner or attending Frisk's chorus performances at the school, but aside from those recollections, almost every memory Frisk had of her father was him coming home with dirty clothes and a big smile on his face.

Happy to be home after a hard day of work.

She wondered if Jim worked just as hard as her father did. Maybe she'd ask him about what exactly his job was and how he got hired by a monster to find singers for said monster's bar, but that was a conversation for later. At the moment she needed to focus on this potentially worthwhile job opportunity.

Frisk planned on answering Jim's question by asking him a slew of her own questions regarding his monster boss' expectations when it came to musicians and safety issues concerning the monster city. She also wanted to ask if this job was just a one time gig or something more permanent and how much she might make if his boss did choose her.

Frisk began to ask her first question, but immediately closed her mouth when Mrs. Vel, the head waitress and the restaurant owner's wife, came around to their table for what seemed like the eightieth time.

The first time was to get their order. The second time was to bring them their drinks. The third time was to bring them their food. Every other time Mrs. Vel came to their table was solely to eavesdrop on Frisk's conversation with the "handsome young stranger" as she called him when Frisk and him first entered the restaurant.

"Ya need anything else, handsome? Refills? Dessert?" Mrs. Vel asked sweetly and nodded her head politely when Jim quietly declined.

Then Frisk watched as Mrs. Vel's sweet smile turned into a lewd smirk as she turned towards her. Frisk blushed as the elderly woman winked knowingly at her, thankful that Jim couldn't see the interaction between herself and the restaurant owner's wife.

"What about you, Frisky? Ya need anything pumpkin? A refill on your soda? Some dessert? A little romantic music-"

"I'm fine, Mrs. Vel!" Frisk nearly shouted, making Jim jump and causing a few of the customers closest to them to turn around to look at her. Most of those people Frisk recognized as her neighbors: they had their own lewd and knowing smirks on their faces.