Flipping the script(swapfell)part 1

chapter 17

The bar extension of the MTT/NTT Resort and Dance Club was at its weekend peak, packed to the brim and being waited over by the bar owner Grillby. Drink orders were flying left and right with the influx of customers, most of whom were Guard trainees experiencing their first taste of semi-freedom outside of their rigid training lifestyle. Every year, the trainees were given a weekend of leave, and most of them flocked to the resort for some unwinding before returning back for final graduation.

As good for business as it was, Grillby HATED Leave Weekend; the trainees were like wild beasts, they ruined his bar, scuffed up his décor, and were stingy as hell with their tips. If it wasn't for Captain Alphys paying for damages, he would ban them from his bar until they learned some goddamn manners.

Grillby sent out a Pyrope waiter with some drinks for a table, inwardly cringing when he heard a glass break somewhere and was about to send someone to clean it up when the door to his bar was flung open and the bar slowly went quiet.

Standing in the doorway were two Skeletons whose auras easily overwhelmed that of the rest of the combined Monsters in the bar, especially the smaller one in front. He was wearing a set of custom-made armor paired with comfortable leather clothing, severe-looking heeled boots, and a red bandanna wrapped around his neck that had darker red patches staining it, and no one really wanted to know what made those stains. Despite the odd arrangement of the outfit, it was clean, tidy, and very well-maintained. It was a severe clash with the rest of him, his bones having nicks and scars and his skull sporting a large crack over the left eyesocket and all of his teeth having been filed to sharp points.

Behind him was a much taller Skeleton who was wearing a pair of frayed denim jeans, scuffed sneakers, and an orange sweater under a coat that looked like it had once been luxurious but now seen better days. The sleeve cuffs were trimmed back and rolled up his forearms and the bottom was shredded and frayed. Around his cervical vertebrae was an old, cracked and faded black collar that looked two tugs away from falling apart. Contrarywise to the smaller Skeleton, whose electric-blue eyelights were surveying the bar, his own golden-orange ones were pinned to the one in the lead, a large sharp golden canine tooth glinting in the dim light.

The pair walked into the bar, the sound of the smaller Skeleton's heels clicking on the floor being the loudest sound in there as he led the way across the room and over to a table in the back that was occupied by four trainee Monsters, his hands resting on his iliac spines as he looked them over.

“You're sitting at our table,” he said, giving them a haughty glare that plainly said he thought it no better to be speaking to cockroaches. “Move.”

One of the trainees, a Tiger Monster, bared his teeth and lurched upward, only to be held back by the Monster sitting next to him. “Kann, are you CRAZY?!” the Monster hissed, looking almost fearful. “Do you have any idea who that IS!?”

“A pile of DUST, that's what!” Kann snapped, jerking away and reaching out for the small Skeleton again, only to have his arm grabbed, pulled forward, and a stilettoed boot slammed into his gut with enough force for the heel to pierce through his clothes and skin, a pool of blood forming on the ground before he even followed suit. To add insult to injury, the Skeleton stomped his boot on the Tiger Monster's head, grinding it into the ground.

“Get this piece of trash out of here,” he said, giving the other three Monsters at the table a sharp look. The Monster who tried to stop Kann before jumped up and picked him up, hurrying off, the other two following quickly. The Skeleton sat back on a chair, raising the boot he had used to pierce the Tiger. “Get his filthy blood off me.”

The taller Skeleton knelt down, holding the boot delicately in his hands as he leaned down and began licking the blood off of the heel.

The display was stared at in disgusted, albeit fascinated awe, murmurs breaking out almost fearfully.