617 Reverse Cock-Block?

Just as the two were about to commit, they are interrupted by a frantic voice, "H-H-Here is your food! Please enjoy it!" Burgerpants quickly says, pushing their plates in-front of them.

Quelaag gives him a scathing glare at having the moment ruined, "Thank you!" she says loudly, pulling her own plate towards herself and out of Burgerpants hands.

Reima shakes his head, finding the situation almost comical... That, and he can't decide whether to increase or remove Burgerpants tip for his interruption. "Thanks." he says, nodding at the jittery Monster.

The meal continues, the two conversing about what they want from the city before unfortunately talking about politics. Quelaag asking what he'd do to the Eternal Fire if they try to do anything against them.

Reima "We'll kill them, plain and simple... Let's change the subject, surely you've had enough of politics during our meetings?"

Quelaag nods, "Then... What is your relationship to Ciri?" she asks, knowing full well there was something between them. But hoping he'd answer in the negative, giving her a chance to push.

Reima scratches the back of his head, "Er, it's complicated.

Quelaag "Is that so? Well, you've got all night to explain it." she presses.

Reima sighs, "Don't ask the question if know you won't like the answer, Quelaag." he says.

Quelaag "I dislike ignoring it and staying silent aswell, so go ahead and say it." she says while putting up a strong front.

Reima "I want to be with Ciri, but she doesn't seem to want to be with me."

...

At Reima's words Quelaag felt her heart was going to break, but by the end she'd gain some hope that Ciri herself would reject Reima. "Why pursue someone who won't reciprocate?" she asks, knowing that it's hypocritical for her to ask this.

Reima shrugs, "It's not as easy as that..." he shakes his head, "You finished eating?" he asks, changing the subject.

Quelaag looks down and realises that they'd both finished their food a while back... She nods, "Yes."

The two get up, Reima leaving some Remi on the table along with a small tip for Burgerpants before teleporting outside of the establishment, Quelaag still on his arm.

The happy mood they'd started the date with was more toned down now, their talk in the restaurant dulling the positive emotions of the two. Quelaag pulls herself closer to Reima as they walk, his warmth making her feel a bit better about their earlier conversation.

As the leave the street and enter another, they're met by two men, one Prospect and one Dwarf.

Zoltan "Oioioi! Reima, Quelaag? Eh, you two finally gettin' together?" he slurs, clearly drunk.

The Prospect turns and reveals the familiar blood stained mask to Reima, the man taking it off to sip a bottle of whisky in his hand before placing it back on his face.

Kuretz "Reima? Finally come out to have a drink? Ah, Quelaag? Good snag!" he exclaims with a laugh.

Reima and Quelaag give each other a shrug, "You two usually do this?" He asks.

Zoltan grins a them, "What? Goin' on a boozer? You're damn right!" he says taking another swig.

Kuretz "We're on our way to another bar, you wanna tag along?"

Reima shakes his head, "I'm alright, don't feel like drinking tonight..." he says, causing Kuretz to give him a weird look.

Kuretz "But, you're always up for a drink!?!" he shouts, causing one of the residence windows nearby to open, a Monster sticking their head out and shouting at them, "I'VE GOT WORK TOMORROW, SHUT UP AND GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!", shutting the window behind them as they leave after having their say.

Reima shrugs, "You two should get going, the nights still young after all." he say, causing the duo to laugh and begin walking to the next bar, presumably causing trouble for everyone they come across.

Alone again, Reima and Quelaag walk through the city, trying to find somewhere interesting to go to, eventually finding some kind of... Comedy club? Across the street from it is a hotel run by a bored-looking Prospect, while laughter is heard from the club.

Reima points at it, "Wanna check it out?"

Quelaag nods, "I've never heard of a "Comedy Club" before."

Reima "Never been to one myself, should be interesting though." he says leading her towards the building with a large sign displaying the words: Papyrus and Toriels Comedy Club. The mascot next to the words being a skeletal goat wearing a red scarf.

Pushing open the double doors, they walk into a dimly lit room covered in many tables, comfortable chairs and a bar at one end of the room. A stage raised above the ground floor is the only brightly lit area, and a skeleton wearing a blue hoody holds a... Microphone? Seems as if Alphys helped San's out here.

Sans looks down at the relatively large crowd of Prospects, Monsters, Chaos Servants and regular people. "What's up with your expressions? Looks like you've seen a... Monster." This draws out a few chuckles but flops for most people, San's doesn't look perturbed though. He chuckles, "Wow, tough crowd. Don't worry though I'm not all bones with no bite, and I'm sure the people I've prepared are some real Rib-ticklers."

A grown from the crowd causes laughter from a few already familiar with San's style of comedy.

Sans winks at them, "I can go all day, I've got a skele-ton of these." He continues before anyone can get up to leave, "Now, after the guys finish their acts, you guys, the crowd, will have a chance to come up and show how funny you really are. A few drinks wouldn't go amiss either, hopefully you'll all have you funny bones hit at least once tonight." he says, gesturing towards the bar where some sort of fire elemental wearing a barman uniform is mixing drinks...

Sans eventually invites the first guest up, the person conveniently being SnowDrake, the Monster Quelaag and her sisters "Saved" Reima from.

Quelaag and Reima had already sat down at a table and were looking up at the stage, the latter already dreading the act the Monster was about to give.

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