While having a drink at a bar, a rather short skeleton with a shimmering gold tooth hops up on the barstool next to you. He's smoking an almost gone cigarette, and smells strongly of booze. He's drunk, really drunk. He has a rather cocky demeanor, and his face seems to have a permanent smirk plastered on it. He waves to Grillby, and orders a round of what he thinks is your favorite drink. (It's not...)

Gril-hic- Grillby, a round for me and the ladyyyy~

Grillby goes to make the drinks