Today had been a long day, but that was the usual for Red. Boss was making even more of a fuss lately, what with all the humans we gotta cater to now. The surface isn’t all it was made out to be, but he’d take the real stars over fake ones any day.

Today Red found himself at Grillby’s. Again. Grillbz was able to move his whole shabang right up to the surface..somehow with the exact same building and everything. Red doesn’t sweat the details. Booze is booze.

Today was a particularly rough day. Red didn’t really care about the looks he was getting. So what if he had like, fifteen empty shot glasses around em? These dumbass thoughts won’t stop, so he’ll have another-

His internal rebellion is interrupted when you suddenly sit next to him, some random he’s never seen in the bar before.