Flirting 101
It didn't take long to make your way home. You could have sworn that it had gotten almost chilly, but how could it be anything but blistering in July? Once you finally made your way to your apartment, you started to calm down. Tonight wasn't for worrying or being pissed off. Tonight was for flirting with a skeleton.
You kicked off your shoes off at the door and closed it behind you. Taking a moment, you went over to your kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. You downed it quickly before heading off to your room. Over the day, you had started to plan your outfit for tonight. Well okay, maybe you weren't planning your outfit. It was more like "What do I own that is acceptable to wear for dancing, wear in public, and doesn't have a reference to a band on it?" The answer? Not much.
Tearing through your closet, you found the shirt that you had decided was the most fitting. It wasn't much- just an olive green top that fit fairly loosely on you, but still managed to look nice. The shoulders were cut out of the sleeves, which you thought was a big ridiculous, but altogether it was pretty. You grabbed the shirt, and after looking for a moment, grabbed a pair of black leggings too. Easy to move in, simple, but still nice.
You threw the outfit onto your bed and sat in front of your mirror to get ready. You took time in applying makeup, making sure that the wings of your eyeliner were perfect. Just as you were setting your face, your phone buzzed behind you. Grabbing it, you saw San's name light up across your screen. Of course you answered his call, holding the phone to your ear as you stood.
"hey babe." His deep voice rang through the speaker, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Hey bone head," You slipped off your pants and pulled on fresh ones, managing to do so with one hand and a goofy smile on your face.
"very clever. never heard that one before." You shrugged between his words, even though he couldn't see you, "i just got off of work, so i'll be over soon. uh- if you're ready."
You smiled to yourself, the anticipation building up in your chest. "Yeah, sure, I'll be ready. See you then?"
"see ya then," Your phone clicked off, and you tossed it onto your bed.
You spent the next few minutes in a hurried mess. You finished getting dressed, ran your hands through your hair, and pulled on your boots. A knock sounded down the hall just as you finished tying your shoes. At the last minute, you grabbed a long gold necklace with a small heart, and slipped it on over your head. You picked up your phone and pushed it into your right boot before running to the door and opening it.
In front of you stood Sans, who was obviously hiding something behind his back. You raised an eyebrow at him, to which his grin only grew.
"ready?"
You sighed, trying to ignore the small smile on your own face. "What do you have there?"
"well," the skeleton began, shifting the weight of whatever he was holding, "i know how much you like to bake." He paused for a second, "so i bought you some flours." Sans held out the two bags to you, looking very proud of himself.
It took you a second to take it all in. Sans had bought you flour. Two bags of flour. Instead of flowers. You bit your lip, stifling a laugh. "Oh my god, Sans." You let out a distinct snort, to which you covered your mouth. "Flours. Okay. Okay yeah. Come on in, sit them whatever."
Sans smirked, walking in and setting the bags on your counter as you snickered behind him. He came back, slipped his arm around yours, and interlocked his boney fingers with yours, quickly shutting you up.
"now are we ready?" Sans asked.
You nodded, swallowing as you stared at your hands. His thumb ran over your hand and you shuddered, letting out a stupid giggle.
The two of you left the building, and Sans led you to the small parking lot off to the side. You tried to head for your car, but Sans pulled you to the other side of the parking lot. He stopped near a shiny red convertible, pulling the keys out of his hoodie pocket and unlocking the car.
"Woah, this is yours?"
"i bought it for paps when we first came up top. our first big buy." Sans said, opening the passenger door. He then slid across the hood of the car, landing smoothly by his door. He slid into his seat, and you quickly took yours, closing the doors behind you.
"Very smooth, Sans." You pulled the seatbelt across your chest and clicked it into its lock.
Sans copied your movements and turned the key into the ignition, smiling as the car roared to life. "i am made of bones, after all."
You rolled your eyes as Sans peeled out of the parking lot and onto the open road. As Sans made his way across the city, you realized how little you knew about the places here. Sure, you could get to simple places, like the parks, the mall, and maybe a few restaurants. But you didn't know the city.
"come on babe, i know i make you light headed, but don't go gettin you head stuck in the clouds."
You blinked, looking over at the skeleton. You hadn't zoned out for that long. "Does that even count as flirting?"
Sans shrugged, his eyes trained on the road. "do you believe in love at first sight?'
"What?"
"or should i drive around the block one more time?"
"Sans-" you couldn't help but laugh for a second, "First of all, that's so cheesy. Secondly, that doesn't even work. We're in the same car!"
"you laughed, though." He grinned at you cheekily, wiggling his brow bone.
"Only because you're a big dork." You stuck your tongue out at him as you moved your legs to get more comfortable.
"most people think i'm small, tibia honest. or, what was it that alphys said- smol?"
"You've used that one. Several times, actually." You chided him, clicking your tongue.
"oldie but goldie?" He tried, glancing at you again. But before you could answer, he pulled into another parking lot. It took a while to find a parking spot, though it gave you time to get a good look at the place. The only windows on the entire building were the two up front, on either side of the double doors. It seemed pretty spacious, and there seemed to be an upstairs. Of course, you couldn't see inside of the building yet.
Sans finally parked the car, sighing with relief. It took everything you had not to ask how he sighed without lungs. "didn't think it'd be so packed on a weekday."
You shrugged, unbuckling your seat belt and hopping out of the car. "It must be a nice place then."
The two of you walked together to the front of the building, smiling at each other before he opened the doors. The first thing to strike you was the noise. The building must have been sound proof, because the speakers were louder than anything you had ever heard. Some pop song was playing, and there was a crowd of people dancing in the middle of the room. You pulled Sans inside, dragging him to the edge of the dance floor.
"This place really is packed!" You had to yell over all of the noise.
Sans nodded, little blue drops of sweat forming on his skull, "sure is."
It took you a minute to understand why he was so nervous. Looking out over the crowd, you noticed something that you hadn't really thought of before. They were all human. Every last one of the people in the club were human. "Sans, you gonna be okay?"
He nodded and took hold of your hand, scratching his skull with the other. "i didn't see any, uh, anti monster policies. pretty new place, though."
"Wait, those are real?" You frowned, surprised that that could exist. That anyone could allow such racism. Sans only nodded in response. It made your heart ache, the fact that anyone could hate someone just because they were different. But you weren't about to let Sans have a bad time.
The song changed to something more upbeat, and you took your chance. You pulled Sans along, out onto the middle of the floor. "Come on, we came to dance, not sulk."
And so you danced. You swung your hips, you moved your arms. And all the while, you smiled. Sans smiled too. Time passed, sliding by with the sound of music. It was like nothing else mattered. Just you, him, and- was that the Spice Girls?
You slipped back into reality, hearing a low, deep singing. "wanna zigazigah." You couldn't help but laugh at the skeleton. Of all the songs, of all the dances, he knew Wannabe. "if you wanna be my lover," he winked at you between the words, "you gotta get with my friends,"
"I never understood that. Why would I get with your friends?" You shook your head and continued to dance. Sans pulled you closer, placing his hands on your hips. "It's not even a slow song," you started. But then again, who were you to complain.
But it turns out that others didn't share your opinion. "The hell is that thing doing here?" His voice rang through the crowd, over the ending song and all of the other voices. You ignored him at first, and Sans did too. At least, you ignored him until other people joined in.
"A monster?"
"Who the fuck let that in?"
"I thought this was a dance club, not a garbage dump."
"Um, Sans?" You swallowed hard, the lightness I your chest suddenly gone.
"they can deal with it, babe."
You could tell how uneasy he was. How nervous the remarks made him. In an attempt to comfort him, you slid your arms around his neck. "Yeah. It's our night." You said, nodding to yourself.
"It's with a human?" Someone else spoke. You could have sworn that they had turned the music down.
"No one wants you here!"
"Monster lover!"
"Get out of here!"
You cringed, leaning into the skeleton more. "Maybe we should...."
"Excuse me," you jumped at the sudden hand on your shoulder. "It seems that your presence is starting a bit of trouble." The man seemed calm, considering all of the noise around you.
"so?" It didn't sound like a question. You were tempted to tell him that now wasn't really the time to be challenging someone.
"So I'll have to ask you two to leave."
"come on, we haven't even gotten our slow dance yet."
"Sir," Sans seemed more surprised by the formality than you, "please exit the building."
"Sans, we should leave." It hurt to admit it, but you didn't want any more trouble today than you already had.
Your date rolled his eyes, giving in. "ok."
In what seemed as just an extra act of rudeness, the man ushered you both out of the building. The two of you headed back to the parking lot, but paused for a moment, staring at the building.
"I bet they're playing a slow song now that we've left, huh?" You asked, chocking out a laugh.
"we could still dance." He offered.
You raised an eyebrow, changing your view to face Sans instead. His hand was held out to you, motioning for you to take it. You slipped your hand in his, and he quickly pulled you to him. You let out another half-assed laugh as you put your free hand on his shoulder.
Sans put his boney fingers on your waist, beginning to sway back and forth. You moved with him, to a beat that wasn't there. But somehow, you both knew when to move. After a minute, he decided to move his feet too, leading you around in a small circle. As cliched as it was, you couldn't have love the moment more. There was nothing better than the feeling you got when you danced.
Suddenly, holding onto his hand, you spun out of his grip. He didn't miss a beat, pulling you back into his grip. And in the smoothest moment you had ever seen, he dipped you. His grip was tight, but before you could fall, he kissed you. At first, you were shocked, but you didn't care for long. Instead of wondering how someone without lips could kiss, you kissed back. Hard and soft, all at once. But all too soon, the kiss was over, and you broke apart, the tingling sensation left on your lips.
"That was so much better than dancing."