You and Fell were casually talking as you cleaned a stained glass cup with a dark rag, a warm smile plastered while putting away the dishes for the next day to prepare. Right now it was just you and the skeleton in the shop, for it was almost closing time and he always sticked around to either talk to you or had fainted being drunk. He had that habit from time to time, though you didn’t mind since you always had to bring him back to Edge. The dim lanterns that hung on the walls flickered brightly around the place with Fell’s bar stool squeaking every so often when spun slightly as he moved. He had also ordered a margarita as his last drink for the night, which you happily complied and started making it quickly.

After a few moments, you poured the concoction into a large glass while looking for any small toppings to finish it cleanly off. Then out of the corner of your eye, you saw a glowering bottle put onto one of the farther cabinets in the kitchen that was sitting there peacefully. It looked like something that would help the drink pop out more so you took it gently while popping open the cap to pour a bit in, a pleasant aroma lingering into the air after mixing the two liquids and passing it to the skeleton. He gave a rough thanks and started to sip it, though neither of you were aware of what that drink actually was…

Fell had already finished half of the alcohol before he suddenly stopped and put his skull into one of his bony hands with a faint pained expression that brought up worry into your own as he put down the glass with a soft clink on the counter, relieving a gruff sigh. After his sudden change, his skeletal face grew a broad smirk while he looked up at you with a delighted manner, his eyelights now with a rare euphoria beaming tenderly at you.

“Aren’t you a piece for eyes, sweetheart?”

Fell remarked with a new flirtatious edge coating his voice while leaning his body slightly forward on the table, his endearing grin widening with his gaze trailing your form up to your face once more.