#bow-tie-bartender

[seleneshield]

Fine Flame

@bow-tie-bartender

“As we were indeed.” Selene murmured back as she took hold of Grillby’s hand in her own smaller one before rubbing her thumb along his knuckles comfortingly, just as he had done to her moments before. She gazed down at the sight of his large blue hand, that to all the world capable of anything at any given notice, but in her own she could feel the small tells of the weariness all that hard work left him with along with all his strength he still carried himself with despite it. When was the last time he had really gotten to slow down, take time for himself, or had anyone look after him? Far too long was her guess. Looking back up into the glow of his eyes she traced his jaw with her other hand, away from prying eyes, and gave him a soft warm smile. “I know you're swell, thought so the first time I saw ya. Very capable too, never doubled that for a moment either...But if you keep hitting on all eights with just a bit of fuel behind it you’re gunna hurt yourself honey, and that hurts me to see.” Reaching his chin she caressed it with her thumb before lightly tapping the middle of his face with a grin. “So I'll just have to stick around till close, keep an eye on ya. Make sure you stay swell till you can head on home to your well earned rest…I’ll even be happy to give you a pick-me-up if you need one.” Selene gave him a wink before letting her hand drop to hold both his hands in both of hers. She knew she couldn’t do much for Grillby with so many people around and him still with a job to do for several hours more, but she had come to like him far too much to just sit silently by and watch him run himself ragged. She hoped that by sticking around giving him a little sweet suport and maybe even a helping hand at close she could help make his night a little easier and a little nicer.

As the night wore on Selene watched as Grillby tended to each and every one of his patrons with no loss in diligence or speed. It was only when he paused and gave her another moment of his time that it seemed to catch up to him in subtle ways. But every time, without fail, if someone needed anything else he slipped from his fatigues grasp and went right back to work. She knew that feeling all too well and bit her tongue each time she saw his work catch up to him, not bother him about it further as promised. Instead she just gave him her warmest smile, caressed his hand when it was near, and talked about only the best of things.

Once Grillby gave the final call and the last patron paid their tab before going on their way out into the night it was just him, Doggo, and Selene left in the tucked away dinner. Standing with a bit of a stretch high above her head the dapper dame began to move about the room in a flurry of fabric, picking up the discarded dishware that still laid about before grabbing a rag from the counter and wiping tables down, despite Grillby’s adamant protests and Doggo’s slack jawed befuddlement at what he was witnessing. Eventually between the three of them all the tables were cleaned, the chairs stacked, the floor swept, and dishes cleaned in record time. After waves of goodbye and a chorus of good nights to Doggo only Selene and Grillby were left in the now tidy space. It was at this time that Grillby got the unique sight of Selene pressing her palms behind her onto his bar top before hopping up to sit upon it at nearly eye level with the towering man of blue flame. With a grin she beckoned him to her with a gesture of her finger and as soon as he was near enough Selene pulled him to her the rest of the way with a gentle tug of his tie for a long lingering kiss. It was with no hurry when she eventually pulled away only to slowly open her eyes as if from a dream. Wrapping her arms loosely around his neck as she took in his handsome visage and savored his warmth before she spoke, “please don’t be too mad at me for helping Grillby darling. I know you would have done a fine job without me, but you work so hard and got so much on your plate. Plus I'm no worse for wear for it…I just really wanted you to be able to rest and relax as soon as possible. You’ve more than earned it dear I assure you.” As she lingered there with him still in her arms it was so very tempting to extend the offer to come back to her place, let her take care of him, and make sure he got the rest he clearly didn’t get the night before. But she had come to realise that as the true gentleman that he was it wouldn’t be a kindness to put him in such a position as to have to decline despite that she meant it to be one. Instead she chose to move her knees to the side to pull him in for a comforting hug to end his long day on. She slipped one arm around his torso to rub soothing circles along his the wide plans of his back while her other arm wrapped around his broad shoulders to hold him close, tucking her chin in alongside his neck in such a way that his would do the same. She stayed with him for some time, till she thought she could feel him relax and some of the tension ease from his body. It was only then that she pulled back once more, with a soft smile she held onto his arm as she slid off of the bar top and down his side before landing on the floor. “Sleep well Grillby dear. I’ll see you again sometime soon”, squeezing his hand one last time she made her way around the bar and towards the front before giving him a wave with one last smile.

[void-bound-souls]

A starter for @bow-tie-bartender

The chatter around the camp was considerably energetic today. News spread that there was a cluster of new recruits joining their particular group, which eventually reached the two skeletons that also inhabited the campsite. The smaller of the two, Wingdings, nervously tugged at the sleeves of his cloak, hoping that the royal monster crest on his chest was noticeable enough in the mild chaos in case a memo wasn’t passed along of his...recruitment.  A quick glance upwards showed that the sun was still fresh in the sky...  He wasn't sure when he would be summoned back to the medic tents, but for now, it might be worth viewing who was new in case.

Would there be more like him? Probably not... A busy monster accidentally grazed his arm passing by, causing a small flinch before he regained his composure and clutched at a sleeve tighter. He wished Aki was around, but she was needed for something important she said... She would comment that this would be good social experience for him, wouldn't she?

It was more out of curiosity than anything, for a flurry of questions bogged his mind. Aki may have tried explaining how many have come from far and wide to aid in the war, but he just couldn't quite fathom it. The main question he had...

Was why.

Wingdings' bright eyelights grew lost in thought, his once purposeful pace dwindling to an absent-minded wander. The bustling monsters, the earth and dust tossed up into the air, the chatter...it began to fade away. An anxious pang in his soul scolded him for it, but at times, he just couldn't help it.

At least there was a cautious eye keeping tabs on him. The larger of the two, Webdings, was stationed near the entrance of the recruitment tent, watching as monsters passed by. Reluctantly, he was in his smaller form as to not startle any of the newcomers. It was a little bit of a scuffle between him and Wingdings to get the helmet on though...his skull itched.

Occasional sniffs of the air also accustomed him to the new scents, the new monsters...therefor less unusual scents to investigate on patrols. Anyone thinking of approaching him however was met with an intense glare. He was there to assist in case there was a human hidden amongst the rabble, or in case one scuffled with another...or if the pup got himself into trouble. Otherwise...he couldn’t care less.

[sir-alistair]

hell have no fury

Even before the war the humans began to turn on the monsters one by one, rallying in the streets standing on a box screaming out how monsters are just demons trying to take our trust and then devour the human soul. Shouting about all the 'wrong' deeds they've done or how they weren't like us. Lies and hateful spit would echo through the streets some humans kept quiet and would keep walking along with out a glance at the liars. Less and less monsters would show up into town, either afraid of conflict happening or being chased out from angry villagers. Less and less Alyssa saw her monstrous friends, sure there were few she knew but none the less she had called them friend and them the same. Then war began, the humans standing against something they didn't understand just because they wanted to be the bigger species the better...to be on top of everything. The more dust the blew in the wind the more Alyssa grew angry. She tried to stand up against the humans calling out to them that this was wrong but in the end was out casted. Stealing her father's armour from his days in war against other humans Al left before being noticed she could hear the distinct howl of her angered father in the distance but that didn't stop her as she pushed through the brush towards a monsters camp, night had fallen as she drew closer and closer she saw flakes crackle through the thick woods. Stepping closer she watched monsters bustle about or relax... what if they don't react kindly? She would not blame them of course. Inhaling slowly she kept her hands up as she stepped into the open. All chatter stopped as their heads snapped towards the new Comer. "Please, friends I came to aid you in this unfair war" she started feeling a lump form in her throat "I only wish to fight with you not against you" She waited a moment before taking her blade and tossing it before them then settled her hands back up into view, shifting her weight very so often her eyes landing on the fire elemental beside the king before casting her gaze else where. Seeming uneasy, though who could blame her? She just tossed her only defense to the ground hoping the gain even some trust or at least give them some ease towards the 'Knight'

[greatest-rookie-blog]

Starter for @bow-tie-bartender

♠ There was still hope. He prepared another bone-based attack. He took a moment to himself, his bones rattled quietly as he trembled. There were deep fractures across the exposed parts, all branching from deep crevasses. He stared at the Human, the glint of the knife reflecting the harsh glare of the show. They raised their knife in challenge. He knew he ought to stop them but...

♠ He flung bones at them, some hitting but once he saw the Human was down on HP the bones ceased to do any damage to them. He controlled his attacks carefully so they’d never be hurt more severely than that. He mustered his up his strength to cry out.

○ ‘ THERE’S STILL TIME TO FIX EVERYTHING. I BELIEVE THERE’S STILL GOOD IN YOU, EVEN IF YOU CAN’T SEE IT YOURSELF! ‘ ○

♠ They charged toward him again, carving a deep cut into the bones of his legs and forcing him to his knees. He panted heavily now but refused to give up. There was still hope. If only they believed that as much as he did. As he saw the human mull around, waiting for his strike, bound by the confounds of the mechanics of an encounter he took a moment to catch his breath. If he wasn’t careful he could end up getting himself killed. He prepared another attack... This may be his last.

[bxnebreaker]

@bow-tie-bartender​​ ►——————————————◄

In the few days Sans had been working as a ‘waiter’ of sorts in the Grillby tavern, he’d been a surprisingly fast learner despite how lazy his demeanor had seemed at first. Though he refused to wear a uniform properly, he always got orders out to the customers efficiently and made for a pretty decent chatter with other patrons, especially since he was one of the few monsters who didn’t go out of his way to pick fights. His shifts had been pretty smooth because of this for the first few days, but with the type of monsters this place seemed to attract, that luck was bound to run out fast...

Seems tonight was the night that was about to occur.

He could quickly pick out the possible trouble makers from the crowd, namely those who drank the most. But a certain horse monster caught his eye and the skeleton couldn’t help but glare with recognition. Well shit, it was the monster from Waterfall that was determined to prove he was the very strongest to everyone around him, aka: an asshole. And he’d have to take his freakin’ order...? Sheesh, customer service jobs sucked sometimes.

He tried to ignore him for as long as possible, but eventually the gruff skeleton monster did make his way over, a rare frown on his expression as he did the usual shtick with a low drone in his voice. “Welcome tah Grillbs, what’ll ya have...?”

“The usual, bonehead. N’ make it snappy!! Why’s an ugly monster like you serving, it should be a steamy rabbit r’ somethin...” Too much magic already. Fantastic. But even better, this guy didn’t come around often enough for there to be a ‘usual’, so with rising annoyance, Rouge clarified with a sneer of gleaming sharp teeth.

“I’m the only monstah’ helpin’ out round this dump pal, so if ya’d rather not have food than be my guest. Also you don’t got a usual dipshit, this is yer second time comin’ here.” It wasn’t unusual for him to swear around customers, it was the usual language most monsters used so normally that wasn’t quick to set anyone off. This monster though, the horse quickly became huffy and slammed the table as he stood up, glaring the skeleton down. Yeesh, someone had a bad temper-

“What’d ya say punk? Don’t talk to your superior like that, maybe I outta teach ya a lesson.” Rouge was quick to realize what that meant, especially when the horse monster snarled and pulled up a sleeve on his bulging arm. 

“Look, ya wanna duke it out, least wait till after I’m off my shift asshole, Grillby ain’t gonna like havin’ this place get wre-!!” Seems the other monster wasn’t in a mood to listen much though, since right in the middle of his sentence there was a sharp crack from bone getting punched very hard. It was loud enough to make a few other customers pause and glance over curiously, eager at the sound of a fight. Rouge only staggered away a bit to give some distance, but after lightly touching his cheek bone, he found a slight break in his bone that stung pretty badly...well shit, the horse monster was coming in for more-

[somefellbros-archived]

Closed Starter with @bow-tie-bartender

It was yet another active, but normal night in the bar. Monsters laughed with each other (and rather *rudely* at that), others had slightly heated discussions about their problems and the like, while the mutts, in their usual spot, were having a very concentrated card game with each other, baring their teeth and growling. It seems their game was becoming a rather bitter debacle; which was, again, pretty much standard in Grillby's nowadays.

When the bell rang, a few turned their necks and heads to gaze at the newcomer, and their faces quickly turned into a straight grimace. Entering the bar was a short skeleton with a black jacket, shorts, and sneakers. He ignored those glares he was being given, walking forward and sitting at the same spot that he usually did: in front of the bartender. Perhaps he just felt protected by that evil gaze he had, or perhaps... he just liked him. One could never tell.

Husky, like most other Sanses, didn't pay his tab, because he simply didn't have any money, and he was almost sure he wouldn't get hired for anything. The only real thing he could do for money is go to Hotland and start selling 'dogs, but he hasn't been quite in the mood for that since… a while.

Despite this, he knew that the fire elemental would give him those drinks he liked, even if it added to an ever-accumulating debt to him (of which Husky promised he'd repay one day). And so...

Shot, refill, shot, repeat. Like this, he was content. He continued drinking, gradually getting more drunk as time passed. He could still feel those damn glares on him, but as always, it was simply ignored.

Even with how his mind was gradually getting more foggy with the effects of the alcohol, he was quiet throughout the entire time, sometimes mumbling to himself about random tidbits no one understood, or simply just asking for more of Grillby's best whiskey. This was the way he liked things in his favorite bar. Quiet, and calm.

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A good thirty minutes or so later, Husky was resting his head on the counter, now blacked out and snoring with his head on the bar. The bar was back to it's normal volume, people making quite a lot of noise.

The door would jingle again, indicating someone had come in, and who would've guessed who it was?

A tall skeleton with a thick, red scarf around his neck, practically towering over the rest in the bar was holding the door open for himself, surveying the bar and it's customers with a judging sort of glare and sharp, red eyelights. His body armor held the Royal Insignia on the back of the torso piece, in a golden color. It looked like it had just been polished…

The bar had gone quiet. This guy had killed at least 15 monsters, and was in the Royal Guard. No one dared to fuck with him. In fact, some people came here to stay away from him. So why was he here?

He walked to the front of the bar, door closing behind him as he sat down next to the slumbering Husky, eyeing the bartender with a cool, questioning gaze.

"HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN HERE?"

[seleneshield]

Sick Day

@bow-tie-bartender

The next day Selene woke up late after her tired body had recovered from the day before, she messaged Grillby to see how he was and asked when she could come over, she ate breakfast, straitened up the couch, cleaned up around the Sans and Papyrus’ home, and then went over to Grillby’s. After arriving at the diner she chatted the flamster up, headed back upstairs to his place, hung out for a bit doing something fun till Grillby eventually tired, then gave him an ice treatment while he rested till she ran out of her ice for the day, then headed back to Papyrus and Sans for dinner and sleep. This was her life with Grillby for about a week, back and forth through the snow between the two dwellings with a few stops in between to get more ice for her friend. Her body ached at the end of the day and her shoulders were starting to nag at her in pain that lingered a bit, but it was all worth it to her as she saw him starting to really improve and grew to know him better... Plus the view of him shirtless wasn’t bad either if she was being honest with herself.

When the following week came Grillby was able to convince her that they could scale back on his ice treatments to every other day after about ten different reasurences and the good long hard stare down she gave him that he didn’t flinch under. Her shoulders certainly didn’t mind the change to the rigorous schedule, but this didn’t stop her from still coming by his place every day just to check in on him, say hi and hang out to chat for a bit, and make sure he didn’t need anything. Running a diner ment that both his home and the restaurant below were still fully stocked with everything he could possibly need despite not having left his place for nearly two weeks, but the flamster never pointed this out to her each time she asked, and kindly thanked her at the end of each day when she checked with him before leaving.

The week after that it was brought up that Selene could probably just come by twice a week by now to help treat him. Grillby continued to improve greatly she could tell, and with that his ability to get around and do more without tiring out so easily expanded. The thought that he might be longing to get back to his life without a constant companion occurred to her, so when the suggestion was made she didn’t argue this time and easily agreed, though the loss of that constant visit to her new friend was felt. It was during the time when she was once more spending more time at Sans and Papyrus’s place that Undyne visited to see her training partner, the four of them had been tightly packed on the sofa laughing away at Mettaton’s show when the captain of the guards commented that her arms had put on some muscle and wanted to know what her secret training regiment was. Selene chuckled awkwardly and in the face of Papyrus sockets sparkling with excitement and Sans arched brow bone in curiosity and told the lot of them that she wasn’t doing any training, not on purpose anyway, and was just going by Grillby’s to help him out with stuff and any change she had was unintentional. Despite the time that she now stayed away from Grillby’s she still made a point to text him each day to ask how he was, wonder how he was spending his day, ask that he take care of himself, and let her know if he needed anything.

When the time came that she was sure Grillby would tell her she didn’t need to come around any more to help him, likely putting an end to the odd little relationship they had built up for nearly a month, she came by his place that morning with a batch of fresh cinnabunnies, the very thing that brought him by his door in the first place, to give as a sort of parting gift. Standing on his doorstep clutching the box that she had wrapped up to keep them warmer longer, Selene plastered on a smile and prepared herself to be told her visits were no longer needed.

[seleneshield]

A Fine Flame

@bow-tie-bartender

If his attempts at conveying his request were anything to go off of, then the immense weight of them that stood on his shoulders certainly spoke for how tense they felt. It made them feel heavy and uneven as he awkwardly made a fool of himself just trying to speak coherently. His shoulders struggled with the weight of his own hesitation too, yet when Selene turned to look at him even after the words left his throat it felt nearly unbearable in the moment of silence. If he had a heart it would be thumping against his chest as the madness that enveloped him raged on with no answer.

Perhaps he had misread the situation he thought he was in, what ‘they’ possibly could be. There were risks such as disgusted stares, social decline, retaliation, and so much more. But it was worth it if the intention was pure, right? Maybe Selene was simply a kind human who fell for the fantasy of him? They had danced in her home and if he hadn’t been dreaming they had kissed right? That wasn’t just a spur of the moment decision, he wouldn't have... Well... He just needs to wait now, and it was killing him.

His mind raced with all sorts of responses and scenarios that could come of this. There were positive ones along with the negatives ones that followed close behind, with every scenario branched even more worries and concerns from them. For example he wasn’t a monster made of cabbage but he knew he could afford the luxury of MTT’s Dance Hall as he stored enough human folding green to just be able to afford the meals. The club itself was an odd amalgamation of humans and monsters mixing under the same roof. The owner of the establishment was a Bo named ‘Mettaton’.

He had never met him in person but from what information he had gathered on him when business was booming it turned out he was a fellow monster, and this was a monster owned business that was smack dab on the dividing line between the human and monster living space. This is where a branching scenario kicked in for him, what if Selene didn’t want to go dance at a club like that? Ugh, the silence that felt like it was dragging on was putting him behind the eightball with every passing second. Grillby truly felt out of his element, he was too dizzy with a dame to the point he had leapt over his bar to catch up to her to then be found smack dab in this very situation.

The weight on his shoulder practically evaporated into flames and smoke at the sound of her positive response and seeing her smile. Blinking as if to hear Selene better or if just to clarify to himself what exactly was said, he opened his mouth before shutting it once more to let her speak. To be fair he was too gobsmacked to be spitting right now anyway, in the end it was better for her to gab away the silence that was dissipating. Grillby took a moment or so to compose himself, no need to act a fool when he felt so dizzy and light with delight. Truly it felt like he was about to be dry-gulched or even wake up from this dream, there was so much going on in the span of a few minutes, or was it seconds now? It was hard to put his finger on the exact timeframe that this was happening in, but nonetheless he cleared his throat for his silence was dragging on and the lady had asked him questions.

“At the MTT’s Dance Hall for the Where, and I suppose for the How, I shall meet you at the entrance as it would be for the best for both of us to meet there. I would be much closer, where you may need to have a car take you.” He did ponder that for a moment but he knew Selene would be able to handle that on her own as she was after all a very capable woman. “As for the When, perhaps if you are not busy, tomorrow? I understand it is short notice but I...” His voice caught in his throat as he didn’t have a good enough reason to suddenly be demanding the time to be so soon, mere hours from this current moment. His only thought on the matter was due to the smallest of worries that she wouldn’t have as much of an interest in him as he does in her if he waited. There was a clear spark between them, and one he truly felt if nurtured could develop into an inferno that would sweep this city by storm. “I would really like to take you dancing tomorrow, if your schedule allows... Selene.”

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Selene felt her heart melt a little more for the flamster in that moment, the way Grillby hesitated when asking her to go out so soon as if he were afraid she might not agree to his wonderful plan for the date he was offering her, and how he said her name with such care and hope it made her knees a little weak. Letting go of his hand with one of hers she reached up to cup his cheek to make sure Grillby could see without a shadow of a doubet how much she truly wanted to spend the next evening, and any others, with him. “Grillby darling, I would love nothing more than to go dancing with you tomorrow. If you wished I would go with you tonight, if I were wearing the right shoes and you didn’t need your rest. So tomorrow it is.” She stroked his cheek with her thumb before trailing her hand down his arm to hold both his hands in both of hers. “MTT’s Dance Hall sounds fabulous dear, I've never been myself but I've heard such wonderful things! I’ll be sure to meet you there out front tomorrow night for our marvelous date. Just look for the emerald green car” Bringing both of his large warm hands up she gently placed a kiss on each one. “Till tomorrow my dear Grillby, I wish you a good night and hope you get your rest.” It was only then that she finally took those last few steps back to the door of Grillby’s place and stepped out into the still summer night air. As the sturdy door closed behind her with a solid thud that she allowed herself the girlish giggle of delight that had bubbled up within her and pressed her hand to her cheeks to find them still warm just from Grillby’s touch. Letting out a happy little sign she stepped out into the alley proper then onto the dark streets to hail a cab to whisk her away through the night and back to her home.

Back at Selene’s abode Sebastian met her at the door awaiting her arrival despite the lateness of the hour, as was his want to do in making sure his charge arrived home safely. Still safe and sound as she had been at the speakeasy, she practically floated in through the front door while she handed over her coat, hat, and purse with a wistful sign before turning to her trusted steward. “Thank you very much Sebastian as always! Tomorrow could you please call up to Father’s and ask that the green Rolls Royce be brought around tomorrow night? I have a date at MTT’s Dance Hall and I want to make an impression on the other attendees. In the morning after breakfast I plan to take Lucy with me out shopping in preparation if she likes, and you too of course, so we’ll need to call a cab for then as well.” Sebastian nodded and said he would make the preparations in the morning. Thanking him once more before wishing her wonderful steward goodnight Selene ascended the stairs to her room to fall into a blissful slumber.

The next day came warm and gentle through her curtains as they fluttered in the sweet morning breeze. Such things would usually be ignored in favor of burrowing further into the comfort of her blankets for just a little more sleep, but that was not to be today. Selene even went so far as to come down dressed to breakfast surprising everyone except Sebastian, but she couldn’t help it. As soon as consciousness came to her, so did the memory that she had a date with a certain fine flame and she was awash in the thrill and excitement of what waited tonight. With a sumptuous breakfast had, Selene asked Lucy if she would be up for accompanying her out shopping today, and met with delighted acceptance. With coats and hats donned the two lovely ladies and the stalwart steward piled into the cab when it arrived and made their way downtown to the shopping district.

The first stop was the shoe store, Selene had many fine shoes to be sure, and several comfortable one that served her well at work, but she hadn’t owned a pair of dancing shoes in a little over 8 years and if Grillby was as enthusiastic about cutting a rug as she thought he might be, it was best if she made sure her feet were prepared. Lucy proved to be just what the doctor ordered, for as sure as Selene always was in her impeccable sense of style, when she found herself so wrapped up in wanting everything to be just right for tonight, a second opinion was exactly what she needed. After getting confirmation of what Selene planned to wear tonight, the emerald green dress with it’s gold beaded accents and drop waist, Lucy was able to help her pick out a gorgeous little pair of heeled gold leather dancing shoes. Selene even went so far as to buy dancing shoes in silver, black, and white as well just to have a pair for every occasion, thought it was likely she was getting ahead of herself but it was hard to not think of all the dances she might go to Grillby in the future if that night went well. Though thoroughly engrossed in the decision making process, it didn’t go unnoticed by her employer how Lucy’s eyes lingered on a darling pair of navy heels with delicate broguing over the toes. This was how Selene found herself going home with the purchase of seven new pairs of shoes, four for her, one for Lucy much to her delight, one for Sebastian because she couldn’t not get get him a pair even when he tired to argue it was necessary, and one for William as he shouldn’t be left out. As the many shoes were being packed away much to the chagrin of the driver of their hailed cab. While this was going on under Sebastian's supervision, Selene and Lucy popped in next door to the flower shop to pick the last thing for the night before they all headed back home.

Once home after all the shoes had been dispersed to their new owners and lunch had been eaten, the next few hours for Lucy and Selene were spent on hair and make up to get both looking just so. With her hair pinned up within an inch of its life so as to not fall apart as she danced, her face delicately painted with a splash a rubby for her lips, and her glittering green dress hugging her curves along with her gold dancing shoes, she was finally ready to step out for the night. Cloaked in her silver fur trimmed cocoon coat at the door and purse in hand holding her gift and money, Selene stepped out to the awaiting emerald green Rolls Royce and it’s driver. Getting lost in thought as the city flew by her window it wasn’t long before the car rolled to a stop and the back door to the car was opened to reveal the MTT Dance Hall all aglow with glittering lights, and under them all near the entrance stood Grillby waiting out front just for her as he said he would. Smiling Selene took the driver's hand and stepped out of the car to stroll over to her dapper date as the eyes of those who waited to get inside followed her. Standing before him ready for their date she couldn’t help the blush that rose in her cheeks as if she were a school girl once more standing before the first boy she liked. “Hello Grillby darling! You look wonderful tonight dear! I brought you a little something…” From out of her small bag she pulled out a small silver vase pin that held a purple rose. Standing up on tiptoes she pins the flower to his lapel and smiled at how lovely it looked with his red tie bathed in his blue glow. “There, dashing as ever! Shall we go in?”