You were sitting at the bar counter on the tall stools with a small margarita next to you on the table while happily talking to someone you had met an hour ago at this party, Cross, who was chattering back with a faint smile on his skeletal face. You both had bumped into you abruptly and had hit it off quite quickly as he took you to the saloon where the club was at for a few drinks. Loud music boomed in the background with crowds cheering and bickering together in their own conversations as neon lights dimly shined on the ceiling above.

Though the thing you weren’t aware of was how Cross had intentionally trailed you here to “bump” into you so he could get a chance to talk to you alone so he would have an opportunity to do what he was here for. So when you turned your head away from him and your drink to remark to a friend that was passing by, a knowing genuine smirk played onto his skull while pulling out a suspicious packet.

The skeleton ripped a snippet slowly to not alert you, holding the mysterious item over your drink to tip it over to pour whatever substance was in it. Though for some reason, he hesitated and was stuck in the position with his thoughts yelling at him to finish the job before he had to hide it again as you turned back around with a tender expression but unsuspecting.

“Had fun talking to them?”

Cross quickly asked curiously to cover his faint look of bewilderment to his caution before, putting on another subtle grin onto his skeletal face with a secret cold sweat dripping on his forehead.