The Day of Promises
It's been a week since you and Sans “strange” encounter, and since then looking for a place had became even harder. Whether the place be too expensive or just really shitty in general, and with Papyrus and Sans both just telling you to stay it's getting harder to think of reasons why not to.
There would only be one small problem, well not even small more on the lines of big,bony and annoying. Sans, any chance he gets he’d decide it would be better spent messing with you. Like for instance when stole all your underwear and wouldn't give them back until you called him “master”, or when he kept touching you in the movie theater when you and the gang went to see Suicide Squad *Undyne loved it*. All in all he was being a pain in the ass, figuratively and literally, his little habit of smacking your cheeks any time you were distracted was also very…. Annoying. Well today you had had enough, he can't always just think things will go his way no no no, it was payback time.
You put on your tightest shirt, the black tank top that practically hid nothing. And your shortest pair of short shorts, making sure to put on the slutiest of makeup for an extra hit.
“this better work, I shaved my legs for this shit”
You told Papyrus you were going on a date, but in all reality you were going out with your gay friend michael for a girl's night out. You knew Sans was down stairs as he always was at this time of day, sipping ketchup while working on his laptop doing who knows what. He'd have to see you at least once before you walked out the door, you gave yourself one last look and headed down. Papyrus was in the kitchen *perfect*, you swung your small purse over your shoulder and started to strut.
“oooh papy can you help me put this necklace on it’s too hard”
“OH I'D BE GLAD TO….”
Once he turned around you could've swore you saw nonexistent eyes fall out their sockets, Good you thought worked on one let's try the other.
“UMM OF COURSE”
You strut up to him holding the necklace out, for him. The sound of your heels clicking onto the floor getting Sans attention just not enough to turn him around.
“thanks papy, your so helpful”
“WHY THANK YOU, AND YOU LOOK VERY UM NICE TONIGHT WHERE WILL YOU BE GOING”
“oh I'm just going to see an old friend”
Not even a flinch
“OH WOWIE THAT SOUNDS GREAT, IT IS ALWAY NICE TO SEE OLD AND NEW FRIENDS”
his innocent smile almost piercing your heart almost. As he went back into the kitchen you leaned over the breakfast bar, your ass full face to Sans direction.
“yeah I haven't seen him for a long time, it was nice of him to invite me on a date”
“WOWIE”
“what”
There it is the star of the show, now let's play him off.
“yeah wasn't that sweet of him, he’s coming to pick me up”
Lying he was already outside, plus he already knew the plan.
“THAT IS GREAT ____, SINCE I'VE ONLY EVER SEEN YOU IN THE HOUSE I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK YOU HAD NO FRIENDS”
ok, ouch Papyrus that stung.
Just when you were about to turn around to address Sans, you were grabbed by your hips and swung to face him. The already thin lights in his sockets, now looking up and down at your skimpy outfit.
“heheheh you're not going out in that outfit are ya”?
You never understood how but he was always, able to move his face to make expressions, and right now he was able to mold his face into a ferocious smile.
“um that's why I'm wearing it”
“like hell you are, go change in fact just don't go at all”
You had to scoff at that, he really thought you were going to listen to him this time ha. You stood a little taller so that you were right in front of where his ears would be.
“aww is someone jealous hmm”?
“you're walking on thin ice here girly”
You gave him a nice long smirk, before pulling out of his grasp and slowly walking backwards to the door. But not leaving before you uttered his least favorite phrase.
“heh you don't control me”
…………………………..
After a very long and talkative drive with Michael you finally made it to to the bar, only to find out he had taken you to a gay bar “great”. So while he went to find his flavor of the night, you sat in the corner table drinking some drink called “bottom bueque” finding the whole atmosphere annoying. At least no one was bothering you so you went on to check your emails, reading through them when a man came barreling into the seat, knocking your drink over in the process.
“WOAH what the!!”
“sorry sorry let me just hide here”
He said in a whispered, tone you were about to yell at him for ruining your outfit. When you saw some very feminine man run by calling for some david, with putting two and two together you guessed this guy is david. When he thought the threat had dissapeared he sat back up, still panting but at least now focusing on you.
“WOW I am so sorry, listen I'll pay for your outfit to be cleaned I'll even buy you another drink”
He scrambled for his wallet, but you just shook your head.
“you don't have to do any of that, how about you humor me and tell me what all that was about”
You pointed to the shiny man in a rainbow tutu ordering drinks at the bar, who was chasing him throughout the club.
“it's a long story…”
“eh I've got time”
You took a long sip of water, as he let out a sigh.
“okay it started when…..”
…………………………………………………
Turns out he was actually very interesting and funny and very unlucky, it seems his friend took him here without knowing what it was and he got left, attacked and stranded. You both ended up having some more drinks and exchanged stories, he was a part time pharmacist while he also focused on studying to become a dentist.
(Shitty banter)
“...so I tell the guy no you can't have an entire family share a toothbrush, and i swear his eyeballs almost fell out his head”
“oh man, hah I couldn't imagine seeing the size of his mouth gross”
As you downed your fifth drink, you could see micheal heading over here with the intense fire of a volcano.
“let's go”
“wait, give me your number”
He through his phone at you, fortunately you caught it and started typing.
“promise you'll pick up”
He had this man version of puppy eyes, somewhat working the strings on your soul. If you thought clearly about it he was good company, plus not bad looking either.
Well why not.
“promise”.