[DISCONTINUED] Intertwined (G Sans x Female Reader)

Chapter 31: Drunkard

"Then I'd like that please," I said.

He nods and writes my order down on his pad. "Okay then. G you want anything to drink?" 

"I'll take whisky," he said.

"Alright, I'll be off then," Grillby established. He walked off to his kitchen. I turn my seat towards G.

"So," I began, patting my lap. "What do we do now?" I tilt my head slightly.

"I don't know tibia honest," he shrugs, throwing out a pun. I give him a small smirk, a brow raised. 

"Really?" 

"Yep."

"Well that wasn't very humerus," I indicate. 

"Hey," he points out. "I'm very punny."

"Yeah right," I grin, rolling my eyes. Grillby walks in setting down our orders. 

"Thank you," I beam. 

"Thanks Grillbs."

"Mhm," Grillby bowed his head and walked away to a customer's table. I turn my attention back to G as he  took a sip of whisky.

"I know this sudden but... how old are you?" I ask. G chokes on his drink and puts it down on the counter. He looks at me for a few moments before responding. 

"Well...  how old do  you think I am?" he asks. I put a hand underneath my chin, trying to think.

"Ummmm... 1,000 years old, I guess?" I suppose. I put a finger to my lip, looking up at the ceiling, thinking. "Now that I say it out loud, it sounds kind of stupid actually," I mumble. 

G bursts out laughing. "Pfffffffttt. Ha ha ha ha ha ha haa!" I blush a dark pink.

"How is that funny? G!  G stop laughing!" I exclaim. He holds his stomach, wheezing. 

"I *wheeze* can't doll, the things *wheeze* you say are just *wheeze* priceless," he wipes a  translucent yellow tear from his eye socket. 

"Hmph," I pout, crossing my arms .

"Alright, alright. I'll stop," he wheezes catching his breath.

"I read a book about the war between monsters and humans and I read that monsters had longer lives than humans. I just thought that---" I rant.  

"Hey it's okay," he said, taking another sip from his drink. "But do you think I'm that old?

"No, of course not. But how old are you?" I question, raising a brow. 

"In human years, I'm 21 dove," he replies. 'Oh' was all I could say. Welp, I feel stupid. He gives me another charmingly lazy grin. 

"Well at least I know now," I mutter in a soft voice.

~ Time Skip ~ Brought to you by a weirdo ~

"G you shouldn't drink so much," I caution. I didn't know his alcohol tolerance or how it could really influence him as a skeleton. He has no brain or organs, I don't get it.