The place was crowded with music playing in the background, monsters and a small amount of humans speckled around the dark area. You were placed behind the bar, cleaning a glass with a small rag while glancing over at an unconscious drunk. Besides said subject, the stand was empty with only yourself to maintain the silence.

Little did you know a certain skeleton had been waiting for this moment. They strolled over while sitting down across from you, fading red smoke following after. You looked up from your glasses to be met with a hard stare from a large skeleton, who carried a smoking cigar in their mouth.

You remember seeing him quite a few times around the bar with two other skeletons, though you had never actually talked to him. The most interaction the two of you had were briefly stares across the room. He quietly ordered a few shots of alcohol, (and some mustard?), drinking them all swiftly as you handed them.

Fast forward to some time, and the skeleton was already quite tipsy when ordering another bottle of mustard. You payed no mind to the odd request, leaning against the counter while sliding the condiment to him. That’s when he suddenly spoke, causing you to gander your attention back to him.

“Y’know dollface. When I first saw us staring at each other, I honestly thought we had some kind of unspoken attraction.”

The skeleton began with a faint slur in his words, following a gruff chuckle as he met your gaze. His stoic expression morphed into a charmed smirk, showing off his gleaming tooth.

“Heh. I know that was the case with me. As a man made of bones, I have a real thing for skin. And yours are just beautiful.”

He muttered with an alluring tone, his grin widening while his gaze lingered on your face once more. He adjusted the cigar in his mouth as he took a small swig from his “mustard”, still staring back at you winsomely.