Perfect Screw Ups | Quackbur

Chapter Ten

TW/CW: swearing, alcohol use, mentions of su!c!de, mentions of abuse, mentions of s/h

I felt nervous and scared. This was like the first time we'd gone to this club. Back when I had absolutely nothing to lose, which still proved true.

I walked into the club, met with the blaring lights and music. Instantly I felt smaller, the atmosphere suffocating, but I had to find Quackity.

I decided to wear a tight-fitted outfit because I knew it made me look good. I didn't know why I wanted to look good. .but I liked this feeling so why not bask in it?

"Wilbur!" someone shouted over the music, I knew it was Quackity. He ran into me, hugging me from behind.

I laughed, startled and amused.

"You're here!" he shouted, pulling away to look me up and down which caused my face to heat up. "And looking sharp!" he added.

I scratched my neck nervously. "Thanks. Let's get something to drink. I'm planning to drink."

He laughed and nodded, he grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd and to the bar.

I ordered one beer to start and he watched me sip the drink before ordering the same as me and drinking it sparingly as well. My muscles relaxed; I was glad to finally get away. I was glad for the distraction.

After having two more glasses I was already feeling swoony. I began giggling when I looked at him, which made Quackity raise an eyebrow and smile.

"I want to dance!" I announced.

"You do?" he asked.

I nodded eagerly. "Yes!

He chuckled. "Alright."

He stood up and extended his hand out to me, carefully helping me up and leading me to the dance floor.

I watched the people around me dancing. The room smelt of sweat and liquor.

I backed up and bumped into someone, their body pushing me forward, causing me to stumble and trip over myself.

"Woah!" Quackity said, catching me, "you're a real clutz, Will."

I giggled, draping my arms over his shoulders and inching myself closer to him, my lips so close that I could feel his hot breath on mine.

I saw the way his breath hitched and his face flushed; it made me feel determined.

"I know," I replied, "but I think I should fall over more often, that way you could keep catching me."

We were so close I could feel his heartbeat, I could feel how fast it was racing and I smiled.

"Wilbur. . ," he whispered, his voice sounding desperate, almost whiney.

I couldn't help but laugh.

I pushed myself off of him. "So, how should we dance?" I asked.

I knew exactly how Quackity danced here, and he knew too because his face only grew redder.

He looked around the room looking for something, and then I realized it was an excuse he was searching for.

"Drink!" he blurted out suddenly. "I heard there's this really good, uh, new drink! I want it! Be right back!" He moved almost robotically over to the bar, leaving me alone and drunk.

I stood there for a few minutes, alone. Smaller, I felt smaller still.

Like an ant walking around a park, swarms of bodies surrounded me. The sounds and the world far too big.