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Quackity stares out at the sunset, the breeze ruffling the jet black hair that peeks out from his beanie. The reds, oranges, yellows, and purples reflect slightly off the strands that perfectly frame his face. He sighs and takes another sip of his drink as he recalls everything that happened in his office. Glances down over the balcony railing, seeing Wilbur being escorted out by bouncers. Wilbur looks back, spotting Quackity with a mischievous grin that makes Quackity’s blood boil. His eyes narrow as he watches the brunette be dragged away. At least Wilbur was leaving. Knowing him, he'll probably be back later today. And despite himself, deep down, Quackity was excited. He was actually looking forward to his rival fucking with him. Quackity downs the rest of his glass, the vodka burning his throat as he swallows. He turns away from the sun as its final rays disappear over the horizon and refills the glass. Honestly there's not much point to it anymore. He just doesn't want to be like… Quackity takes the entire drink down his throat in one gulp. “Ugh That damn Wilbur fuck,” Quackity murmurs to himself. He glances at the clock then notices Wilbur left something. Quackity picks up the sack, curious. He opens it and sees multiple pieces of blue dye of varying shades. His eyes widen slightly as the azure color reminds him of the British ghost that everyone obsessed over. He notices a small piece of paper tucked away in the bag. He pulls out the small picture. It's a pure white background which is unusual and weird but the thing that catches his eye is the man in a suit with curled ram horns next to Wilbur. Schlatt. Quackity's head filled with thoughts of the man. No… I don't want to think about him right now… Quackity sets the paper down and heads to the beautiful wooden cabinet he keeps his drinks in. He quickly glances at the variety of bottles looking for something stronger than his usual vodka. Once he finds it he grabs the tall bottle and pours a glass, not caring to sip just swallow and refill.
Wilbur struggles against the grip of the casino security. “C'mon mates lemme go! I won't cause trouble! I just wanna keep chattin’ with Ducky!” He says, voice slightly teasing. He glances back and spots Quackity on his balcony with a glass. No doubt trying to drink away the previous interaction between the two. He grins up at the ravenette, making him visibly angry. Wilbur sees the angry expression on Quackity’s face and leaves, having achieved his goal. He pretends to struggle, not wanting to look weak or like he was going willingly.