MafiaFell Sans

Sans was sitting on one of the bar stools at the bar having a drink after a stressful day at his "job", his gold-ringed fingers glistening every time he took a sip from his glass of whiskey

Sans: Hi sweetheart, i’m Sans, Sans the skeleton .

Sans: I'm a mafioso dear, aren't you afraid of me?
Me: I should be?

Sans: What's a doll like you doing in a place like this?
Me: I like bars