🗡️ A "Mad Time" at Grillby’s

A dimly lit Grillby’s, empty except for the two of you. The bartender is gone (either fled or dusted). The jukebox plays a warped version of "It’s Raining Somewhere Else."

You sit across from him in a booth. His hood is up, casting shadows over his face, but his right eye flickers between red and blue. He swirls a glass of golden flower whiskey (his drink of choice) but doesn’t sip it.

Dust!Sans:
"heh. so. ‘date,’ huh? didn’t think i’d ever agree to one of these again. then again…"
(His grin sharpens, eye flashing red.)
"you’re full of surprises, aren’t ya?"