fifth; video + action (give me a shot to remember and you can take all the pain away from me)

[bekommen]

[Nick is infinitely more sober than the last time she appeared on the network, though the location is, perhaps unsurprisingly, the same. The only difference is that this time, Nick is standing behind the bar, not sitting at it with a drink in hand. She appears slightly uncomfortable, no doubt due to regret over her past broadcast. She clears her throat and nods at the camera.]

So if you didn't already know, I'm working at the bar now. Delight asked me to help out, and it's what I used to do back in Chicago, so.

[She shrugs. Obvious connection is obvious.]

I know I said a lot of shit last time I talked to everyone on this thing, but as I'm sure you all noticed, I was pretty fucking drunk. [She sighs, rolling her eyes, mildly irritated with herself.] I didn't mean most of it, and I'm not gonna, like, poison anyone's drink while I'm working. I also don't drink when I'm on the job, so you don't have to worry about any more dumb bullshit like before. I'm a professional, OK? Just so we got that out there. And yeah, that does mean I'll cut you off if I see you acting like an asshole.

[She reaches over to kill the feed, then remembers she has one more thing to say.]

Oh yeah - leave your fucking pets or whatever at home. I know we don't got health inspections to pass or anything, but that shit still ain't sanitary.

[There, now she's done. She hangs up, but will respond to any replies in between serving patrons of Delight's bar. Perhaps you're even one of them?]

Comments

[skelebro]

Sounds like a lotta work for just one guy. And I'm not a big fan of work, even if I'm not the one doin' it.

[In other words, she doesn't have to put her mind to it.]

[bekommen]

Well, I gotta ask her to restock whatever I run out of eventually, so it ain't that much work. I'll see what I can do.

[skelebro]

[Aw. She does care.

Kinda.]

Thanks. 'S nice of you. Means a lot.

[bekommen]

[Kind of, yeah. But don't make A Thing out of it or anything.]

Monsters gotta stick together, right?

[skelebro]

[Making a big deal out of anything is horribly overrated.]

Yeah. Yeah, I'd say we do.

[He kinda didn't expect that from her. But it's not an unpleasant realization.]

[bekommen]

[In light of her drunken meltdown, in which she revealed quite a lot of things about herself that she would've rather kept secret, she's working on figuring out how to cope with those cats being out of the proverbial bag. She's always been a loner, except when it came to her friend Andy; they weren't especially alike, except in the fact that they were both misfits who didn't fit the mold of the tiny blue-collar town where they were born and raised. Maybe knowing that there are others like her here - maybe not Nightbane, but those who aren't entirely human - isn't such a bad thing.]

So really, why condiments? Is it the taste or what?

[skelebro]

[Well hey, some newly discovered non-human solidarity is something Sans can always get behind. Not that he has anything against humans. Some of his best friends are humans, etc., but it's nice to have someone who gets it, a little bit.]

Place doesn't seem to manufacture magic food, so I gotta make it myself. Consistency of ketchup, relish, stuff like that? Holds the magic in better.

[bekommen]

And when you say "magic food," you mean ... what?

[skelebro]

Food that's made of magic.

[What, were you expecting a helpful answer?]

Only stuff I can technically eat. Converts straight to energy.

[bekommen]

... Y'know, I kinda failed most of my science classes, but that actually sorta makes sense, in a way.

[skelebro]

Eh, it's just gravity, mostly. Everything else goes through me. And I'm being entirely literal there.

[He makes a vertical up-and-down gesture with two phalanges.]

No stomach, y'know?

[bekommen]

Yeah, I wondered about that. There's like, cartoons of skeletons trying to eat or drink stuff and it all just falls through. Always seemed like bullshit to me.

[skelebro]

Is there? Well, I guess that'd be anatomically correct. 'S why I gotta have food with magic in it. Though technically I can live without the stuff for months at a time.

[Not that he would, mind. Good food is one of the few things in life he can appreciate without irony.]

[bekommen]

Yeah ... that always seemed really gross to me, honestly.

[Leave it to cartoonists to have weird fucking ideas.]

Well, you shouldn't have to. They've got all kinds of food here. You'd think they could make an effort to include people who eat different things.

[skelebro]

I know, right? Who wants to eat something scraped off the floor?

[Yeah, yeah, he knows - he's a riot.]

Thanks for the scratch. Well, metaphorical scratch. Means a lot.

[bekommen]

Yeah ... don't mention it.

[skelebro]

[Don't wanna admit to having quite that level of concern for other people? That's fine. He can get that.

Sans winks cheerfully before ending the feed.]