Drunk. || QUACKBUR

Chapter One.

"Another shot!" Wilbur yells after downing his 9th one.
"Coming right up." A ginger lady with a slim waist and good cheek bones grins, approaching the brunette with a bottle of vodka. She fills up Wilbur's drink and laughs, "How far do you plan on going tonight? Isn't this what, your 11th drink?"
"Oh shut up. It's only my 10th." Wilbur scoffs, downing the vodka shot. The ginger shrugs as she walks back down to the other end of the bar.

Wilbur has been sitting in the same bar stool for at least 3 hours, and it's starting to really hurt his ass. He throws down two 20s on the bar to pay for his shots and then gets up to his feet. To no surprise, he does stumble slightly but luckily manages to pick himself up. A loud groan exits his lips as he makes his way out of the bar and into the cold streets. The winter air is especially shitty, Wilbur much more prefers Summer.

He pulls out his phone and checks the time, 01:28. He sighs and looks at his location, he is pretty far from home. How did he get here? Fuck, he isn't going to remember anytime soon.

Although, this village does look wildly familiar. He couldn't help but remember that just a few miles away is a big city called Las Nevadas, which is owned by Wilbur's ex-boyfriend, Quackity. If you could even call them boyfriends.

They dated for a few months in high school, maybe just under a year. Their relationship was pretty solid, Quackity was a good boyfriend. They always defended each other, they were always on each other's sides. All was well. Until Sally came along. Sally fell straight for Wilbur when she first saw him, and although Wilbur didn't return her feelings, she still found a way to ruin her relationship. After a lot of manipulation and despair, the two boys broke up on not so good terms. Sally and Wilbur got together, but they broke up not a week later after Wilbur caught her cheating.

The two boys eventually became friends again, but they never tried to rekindle their relationship. They just didn't see a point, they were much better off as friends. But then loads of fucked up shit happened and everything went to hell. They had a big argument and haven't spoken since. And said argument was 2 years ago.

But hey, Wilbur is fucking wasted. Surely Quackity won't mind lending him a bed for a night? We'll soon find out as Wilbur is now on his way to Quackity's wonderful city.

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Wilbur's tired feet dragged him across the dry, endless sand as he finally approached Las Nevadas. The gorgeous sign was now in close proximity and Wilbur couldn't help but smile. No matter what happened between the two to make them hate each other, Wilbur was truly happy for Quackity and all he has built. The young duckling has come so far.

He made his way to the hotel and stepped inside, immediately locking eyes with a brunette with astonishing green eyes.
"Uhm- hey." Wilbur awkwardly greeted the unfamiliar boy.
"Hello! Who might you be?" The brunet smiled as he walked over to Wilbur and held out a hand. The taller male shook his hand with slight hesitation.
"I'm Wilbur. Is Quackity around here?"

"Ah! Quackity from Las Nevadas should be in his office. Let me take you there."
"He's in his office? At this time? Doesn't he get sleep?" Wilbur mumbled, folding his arms.
"Quackity from Las Nevadas doesn't get much sleep nowadays. Too much work! Come on, let me show you to his office." The boy smiled.
"Okay. And uh- what's your name again?" Wilbur asked, slightly rubbing his head in pain. He thought he had gotten used to the headaches by now, but fuck he was wrong.
"I'm slime!" The green eyed boy said with a smile as he begun walking away, with Wilbur following close behind.

They eventually stopped on the 4th floor of the hotel as Slime knocked on a specific door.
"Who is it?" A familiar voice Wilbur knew too well called from the other side of the wooden door.
"Quackity from Las Nevadas, you have a visitor!" Slime said.
"Who?"
"Wilbur from... from.." He turned back to the other, "Where are you from?"
"Manburg. L'manburg." Wilbur says with a grin.
"Wilbur from L'manburg!" He finishes his sentence.