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You and your friend Ricket decided to go visit the Thicc Chicc Casino. Or, more specifically, Ricket dragged you along with him because you barely go out and need to ‘socialize’ more. His words, not mine.
So here you are, sitting at the bar and sipping your drink of choice. Ricket ran off to somewhere a few minutes ago, and it’s only the bartender keeping you company. As awkward as the silence is, you’re relatively calm until someone kicks the door open.
A tall osteon in black and green clothing with a scythe on his back stood in the doorway… is that a mohawk or a pompadour??
The bartender only sighed as he approached and quite rudely yelled his order. You could barely understand his accent, and your ears hurt from the loud… censor beeps???
The bartender mumbled something and started preparing whatever his order was, while the skeletal entity only leaned on the counter with a fist on his hip. He eventually noticed you staring at him. “WHAT’RE LOOKIN’ AT, CREEP?!”
You could feel him glaring daggers at you long after you returned your gaze to your drink.
“YA NEVER SEEN A REAL PLAQUE WALKER BEFORE?”
You glanced at him while he was talking to you, and he flexed one of his arms as if to show off. Is he… flirting with you after he called you a creep?
You simply sat stunned on your barstool while he made his way over to you, his voice still booming despite being lowered. “You seem new here, what’s yer sweet name?”
He MIGHT be flirting with you, but you’re terrible with social cues, so better to be safe than sorry. “…you can just call me Y/N. What about yours, sir?”
His eyebrows raised at you calling him sir. “Oh, it’s Jawbone, JB for short.” The bartender handed him a wine glass of some fiery liquid. “Say, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?”
“One of my friends dragged me in here, said I needed to make my life more interesting, whatever that means-” You mumbled under your breath. “-and meet new people.”
“Uh-huh… I see.” He swirled the fiery liquid in his glass as he thought for a moment. “You do seem pretty bonely.”
You paused, then looked up at him. “…oh yeah?” You set your drink aside and turn in your seat. “Have you been spine on me?”
Jawbone snickered. “Hah! You really think you’re humerus?”
“What? Don’t have the guts for my ex-skull-ent sense of humor, Pelvis Presley?”
It was clear that he was trying his best to not laugh. “You- heh- you’re really good at these-” It almost looked like he was blushing a bit, which helped you come up with the final pun.
“What’s wrong? Do you have a high femur?”
He slammed his fist against the bar counter as he wheezed, with you simply giggling along.
“Y/N? What’s so funny?” You turned around once you heard Ricket’s voice behind you.
“AH, RICKET!” Jawbone quickly turned around as well and put an arm around you. “WHY HAVEN’T YOU INTRODUCED ME TO THIS RASCAL SOONER? THEY’RE A DELIGHT!” He ruffled your hair with his fist while Ricket awkwardly watched.
“…oh, um-”
“YO Y/N DO YOU WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON MY BIKE?”