You both approached the wide counter that spread out with a variety of bottles in rows neatly on shelves behind the long table, dim lightbulbs shining above with tall dark red bar stools lined in front of the surface as you sat down next to Fell with your arms leaning on it softly. Your eyes scanned around the warm bar as well as the restaurant attached while Fell light heartedly greeted one of the bartenders like an old friend, a wide grin on his skull while he ordered you both some whiskey and beer.

Meanwhile, there was a tipsy man a few seats down from the two of you who had his head buried in his arms sluggishly however perked up when catching sight of you with a broadening smug smirk on their face. While Fell was talking to the bartender with some casual small talk, the man had gotten out of his seat and walked over to you to tap your shoulder where you turned your head to him.

“My my, aren’t you a sight? Would you offer a chance with someone like me-“

They had started to inquire with a slightly flirtatious edge in his words while he put on a “winning smile” to try to persuade you with a put on charming manner when it was more obnoxious. Before you could even say a word, a certain skeleton wrapped his arm around your body and scooted your seat closer to him while sending the most aggressive glare at the mysterious man you’ve ever seen on him.

“Back off, bud. They’re off limits.”

Fell asserted with a harsh snap on his voice with the same cold glare, his grasp around you tightening softly while staring down at the unknown person with rage in his eyelights.