Wilbur Soot. A well known director in the southern Hollywood.
Yet now he's half drunk on his couch at a hungover house party he hosted. He had a bottle of spirit in his hand, his mates already left with whatever people where sober enough to drive them home.
Wilbur tapped the arm rest with his index finger as he rubbed his forehead, to tired to even drag himself to his bed.
He thought about the shorter ravenette who he's never met. Though he seemed quite anxious Wilbur could never forget how cliche he looked in the suit and bowtie, it was cliche in an endearing way at least. The thought made him smile and snicker slightly.
Wilbur took out his phone, pressing in his pass code and looking at the time
2:30 ᴀᴍ
He frowned at the fact it was this late. Till his phone vibrated, A call? From a random person? Him not being the slightest bit of sober a hic escaped his mouth as he basically chugged three bottles of spirit before. He pressed the answer button and hummed "Hellooooo?" He said in a soft high pitched tone as he giggled.
"ʜᴇʟʟᴏ? ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪʟʙᴜʀ? ɪᴛꜱ ᴀʟᴇx ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ, ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ʜᴀʜᴀ." ʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ, ʜɪꜱ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ.
"Oh! Quackity! I remember youuu! Qwackiteeee!" He exclaimed in a soft highpitched tone. "Wilbur..I- Are you drunk? You should get some rest." Quackity responded. "No no Qwackitee! I want to talk with youu!" He kept giggling.
The whole night they've been rambling on and on about how one should sleep or the other should speak to him more. It was a three hour call before the two passed out.
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Going off Script
FanfictionWilbur soot is a well known Movie Director. One day an aspiring actor by the name Quackity, or Alexis joins the stage to help shoot a movie. Eventually Wilbur and Alex meet each other out of work and slowly fall for each other. Yet the job was said...
