@handsygast Night in Snowdin never truly meant a true rest from activity, there were clubs, and other bars open at this time of night. Grillby's was one of those 'on the edge' bars that extended their time to an hour after closing for late nighters. Typically it was teenage monsters who were out having a good time with friends. Grillby would serve them food, generally leaving them to their own devices unless asked for something. To put it simply Grillby enjoyed the company. It felt nice to see the relief in their eyes as they stepped out from the cold world, and into his bar which always had a warm and inviting feel to it. Tonight was no different, there were one or two night drifters who entered wanting only to down some food, and drinks before moving on. With the bell above the door silent for the remainder of the extended hour, Grillby moved from his station behind the bar to lock the doors for the night. With the windows locked he made his way to twist the blinds until they were blocking any view from the outside. Every night it was routine for him to do so, it became more of a habit as paranoia of break-ins always plagued his mind. Satisfied with a once over to assure the restaurant was locked up, he began to push in the stools closer to the bar, as well as place the chairs on-top of the cleaned tables before heading to the back to grab a mop as well as a bucket. The wooden floors slowly began to take on a glossy sheen, so much so that his reflection was mimicking him as he made his way from the front of the bar to back by the door to finish up his mop-job. Glancing up from the bucket he breifly scanned the shadows flickering around the bar, and creeping over the booths adjacent to the large table stood just a few feet from him. Mentally he began to check off everything that was cleaned or taken care of, such as the jukebox being unplugged as to not randomly start up a mix, or assuring himself that the glasses were cleaned as well as shelved properly. A final nod to his work had him retreat back through the door to empty the bucket down the large sink, and to secure everything back in the small pantry where they belonged. His eyes caught the trash by the door, and sighed as he'd have to take that out before going upstairs. There was still the matter of cleaning the chemicals from the sink, sweep the floors as everything had been cleaned prior to the bar-front's TLC. Well the floor wasn’t going to sweep itself sadly, it wouldn’t be too long as the kitchen wasn’t large by any means, it was rather small that only three monsters at most could comfortably move past one another before it became too crowded. Like stated it wasn’t long till he was untying the garbage bag to dump the sweepings into it before it was retied. Flicking the lock then turning the knob, Grillby moved forward as the door opened to envelope the darkness with the light and heat emitting off of him.
