âČThey couldnât really guess if things were okay now, but at least he wasnât being threatening anymore. Which was good. Possibly.
âČAnd they were getting a free drink! Sweet! Life was starting to smile again.
« Oh! Do you have⊠strawberry juice? I like strawberry juice. I didnât have some in a lot. »
     ----- â ...Strawberry juice? Well, I guess thatâs just expected, youâre a kid after all. Okay, one glass of fresh strawberry juice cominâ. â
     As the words left his mouth, he turned on his heels and walked back into the bar, leaving the child behind, open for all the dangers that migh be lurking nearby. Grillby couldnât care less if they were gone by the time he arrived back. They werenât a paying customer, so the importance of their well-being was not a concern to the man.
     After a couple of minutes, the glass door opened and the monster ceremoniously stepped out, balancing a silver tray on his left hand, a single glass of juice on top of it. Surprised as the child was still there, right where he left them, he proudly walked up to them and presented the drink.
      â Youâre one hell of a lucky little shit. Youâre still here! â