Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-15588403-20190322055443/@comment-15588403-20190325042925

This Party was dead flat right now, as to be expected, It was only just starting, and the Bride's weren't even here yet. So Mettaton was currently at the bar, sipping down a Martini, watching as Burger Pants cleaned the glasses for tonight. There was a lot that had been done to make sure that this wedding went right, but finally Mettaton could Relax and Enjoy it. He was Alphys wedding planner, He ended up buying everything, hiring all the employees to decorate the cathedral and reception hall, and not only that the cooks were the classiest in LA City. It was stressfull, for the past few months to make Alphy's wedding absolutely perfect for her, repayment for her kindness. Giving him existance was all he could ever ask for,and for that he delibratly took part in making sure this wedding went right. He threatened to kill anyone otherwise.

"Ya' gonna get drunk before everyone gets here, huh?" The voice of the cat didn't really take Mettaton by surprise. Even On the surface He was still working under him, doing menial task, but at this point he enjoyed it, and Mettaton showered him in riches. He was worth at least 4 million net worth, so he didn't mind sharing his earnings with his friends.It wasn't exactly what B.P. Thought his life would turn out like when coming to the surface ten years ago but at least it wasn't fast food.

A Soft chuckle Left the Bot, as he sat up. He  adjusted the corners of his suit jacket and his hot pink tie. Then swiveling his chair around to lean back against the counter, his curls brushed gently against the clean counter that B.P. would now have to wipe again. "Don't be a smart ass Sweet Heart. I hadn't planned on getting drunk. Yet anyway's. Depends how the night goes."

"Uh-huh." Burger pants face suddenly shrunk in discern. He knew of Mettaton's declining mental health lately, and using Human remedys to self medicate wasn't exactly healthy. His boss worked to much, and was pumping out content for his Fans and the Media, liek a mad cow. He could barley keep up with his own relationships, barely communicating with anyone. On top of that, organized this entire wedding. He needed a break for sure."Yeah. Sure Boss." But B.P. wasn't really going to say anything. He worked close enough to know Mettaton would shrug it off. Besides he could barley keep up with his own mental health. Naturally he changed the subject. "Ya' seen your Cousin yet?"

"Blooky?" Mettatons brow raises, as he sips his drink, then neatly lets the glass press to the counter. "He said He'd be coming later. You know him, always a bit shy. Im sure Mad- Er, Mew Mew will be dragging him in later." Mettaton had cleared his throat, as his drink was finished, and stood from the bar seat. Finally, he Quickly brushes out the wrinkles in his suit. B P silently watched him, His Hand towel Rounding each glass carefully, because they were expensive as hell and if one broke on Mettatons watch, he'd be murdered.

The Bot Stalked across the room, To a large grand Piano. He Traced the lid with his hand like the instrument was a lover. Gentle with care as Piano's should be treated. Then he Sat down, hands hovering over the keys in silence. As soon as the first finger hit the note, a song drifted from the tips of his fingers.

And Just like that the Guest began to flood in.