Lol ok so what about. The one where you pretend to drink vodka and it’s actually water BUT. Rus (is that what you call him? The sassy swapfell one, I still can’t remember the colors xD) knew what was up and replaced it with vinegar or actual vodka
Ah, the eternal conundrum of Swapfell. My SF Papyrus goes by Mutt (although I think I’m going to change his nickname to Rus...) and he’s more of the shy ball of anxiety version than the sassy one. That being said, the Mafia version of that character is a sassy fellow. His name is Slim. So...sassy Mafiaswapfell Papyrus, coming up! (And at some point I need to put together character profiles for all my boys...)
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Slim smirked at you as he leaned against the counter. “You really think you’re up for this, darlin’?”
“Yeah,” you said, trying to ignore the way that smirk was making your stomach do somersaults. “I can absolutely take you on. I already talked to Muffet about it. She’s got everything ready.”
“Oh-ho! You are prepared! All righty then. I’ll bite. If you win this, what do you want?”
You tapped your chin in mock contemplation. “Hmm...I don’t know yet. I’ll think of something.”
“You’ll think of something.”
“We can call it you owing me a favor.” It was your turn to smirk.
Slim raised a browbone. “All right. And if I win?”
“I’ll pay off a month’s worth of your tab here,” you said.
Slim whistled through his teeth. “Can you afford that?”
“I wouldn’t offer if I couldn’t!”
“Well, I can’t say no to that.” He held out a hand to you. “Let’s shake on it, then.”
You knew he was going to have a buzzer, but you took his hand anyways. Even as the shock shot through you, you held on. Slim gave you that same smug smirk. “First one to say uncle loses?”
Slim gave your hand a slight squeeze and then called Muffet over. The spider’s eyes glittered with mischief as she set two bottles and two shot glasses on the counter. “If either of you makes a mess in my establishment, you’ll be sorry!” she said sweetly.
Other monsters gathered around to watch the two of you. Slim didn’t often get into drinking contests, and you never had, and no one was about to turn down some free entertainment.
Slim opened his bottle and poured a shot for himself. “Here’s to you, darlin’,” he said, lifting the glass.
“Cheers,” you said. You opened your bottle and raised it to your lips. The crowd gasped as you took a long sip.
The liquid in the bottle was supposed to be water. You’d talked to Muffet about it. You’d paid off a month’s worth of Slim’s tab already so she’d help you trick him. So why was what you’d just swallowed burning your throat? You couldn’t help it. You set the bottle down, coughing and spluttering.
Slim laughed so hard that he almost dropped his glass. He put it down on the bar top. “I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I’m sorry, darlin’! I had to!”
“No fair...” you wheezed. You looked at Muffet. “I thought...we had...a deal...”
“Sorry, dearie,” she said, waving a hand at you. “Slim pays better than you when he wants to win a contest.”
“Do you wanna call it?” Slim asked. “Or do you wanna try and play fair with me this time? You could still win.”
“I’ll play fair,” you said, still trying to catch your breath, “but I want you to know I hate you.”
