Date with Swapfell Sans (BlackBerry)

Setting: A dimly lit, underground tavern in Sunnedout, filled with the murmur of monsters and the clinking of glasses. The air smells of roasted mushrooms and spiced wine.

You nervously adjust your outfit as you wait at a corner table, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across the rough wooden surface. The door creaks open, and in strides Swapfell Sans, his heavy boots thudding against the floorboards. His sharp, triangular eye lights fix on you, and he smirks, sliding into the seat across from you.

Swapfell Sans: "Heh. Didn’t think you’d actually show up. Most folks get cold feet when they realize who they’re dealin’ with."

He leans back, crossing his arms, but there’s a glint of amusement in his gaze. A server drops off two mugs of something strong-smelling—probably monster mead—and Sans takes a long swig before setting it down with a thunk.

Swapfell Sans: "So. You gonna say somethin’, or am I just here for the booze?"