Going off Script

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Quackity pushed open the door of the house, which housed a well-sized house party. for all the actors, movie directors, movie editors,SFX crews.

He didn't want to come, but his best mates told him it's a great job opportunity, so he took his chances. He walked over to the snack and drink table, glaring at the punch bowl. ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ꜱᴘɪᴋᴇᴅ? Was all he could think, he was in the acting business of course he's heard such rumours. He shook his head and took one of the margaritas from the pre made array next to the bowl. Of course he wasn't going to take a single sip. He wanted to stay sober for this. Someone once told him "ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ, Qᴜᴀᴄᴋɪᴛʏ.ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛᴏʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀʀᴇᴀ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴏʙᴇʀ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ꜱᴇᴛ!" That someone was his bestfriend, George. George actually told him to come to the party, and of course Quackity took the opportunity. 

Though at the time he was in the corner standing awkwardly with a margarita in hand. He started to doubt George, seeing all the pretty little ladies and strong, tall men. It only pressured Alex more. He fixed the Bow tie George's boyfriend lent him and looked at his feet. Staring at the black, new fancy dress shoes. He spent almost a fortune on them. He started to overthink about his whole outfit. Was the suit to tacky? What if the suit ripped? To formal? No no there's others with suits. 

He huffed and eventually took a small sip of the margarita, moving over to some white, leather couches with small, silk, blue throw pillows. He huddled into the corner of the couch, crossing a leg over the other.

 Eventually a group of men, three to be exact, stumbled into the small room. Already quite drunk. You could smell the alcohol in their breath from far away. They sat down on the couches. A tall,lanky brunette sitting next to Alex. Alex quickly scooted closer to the corner of the couch, fixing his beanie with a huff. Eventually he felt a pair or two of eyes on him and he glanced beside him. The brunette had a goofy, of course not sober grin. "Hello! Who might you be? You don't seem quite familiar." The brunette shrugged as Quackity stared at him and the other two beside him. 

The brunette stuck out his hand, and said "My name is Wilbur Soot! Nice to meet you..?" He said softly looking at Alex. "Oh.. I'm Alex, but I also go by Quackity. I'm a actor I did a few commercials for McPuffy's" He sputtered, the feeling was quite surprising, to him at least. He shook Wilbur's hand 

Wilbur raised a brow "An actor? Lucky you I'm a director! Nice to meet you Quackity. I've been looking for someone with your type of Personality. Why not give me a call?" Wilbur pulled his hand away and slipped a small rectangular business card into Quackity's breast pocket..

"Oh and these are my buddies! Charlie and Fundy! Both my co-directors and most trustworthy mates!" Wilbur introduced the two men on the other couch. 

Fundy had orange scrappy hair. He seemed as if he were pulled from a kids cartoon show. Like Swiper from Dora the Explora. He had a small black button up and black jeans. 

Charlie on the other hand was a brunette with brown eyes and a cream coloured button up with pixelated small hearts all over it. Like if to he were an NPC from a game.

Quackity gave a small nervous laugh and a slight, polite wave instead of saying 'Hello'. 

The two waved back as Quackity simply sat up and huffed "I-.. Look at the time! Looks like I have to go, haha." He gave a nervous laugh and shrugged

Wilbur blinked as Quackity left, just like that. Was it because of him? No, right? He shrugged the feeling off and kept rambling on and off with his friends..

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ! ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ʙɪɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ! ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜꜱᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ..