Jealousy is attractive when its on him - Quackbur

Chapter 3- Problem

Quackity showed them the in and outs of the city he had built. He watched as their faces lit up in awe. They talked to foolish, gambled a little in the casino then finished at the bar. "So why are you really here?" Quackity asked as he shook a muddler filled with Quackity's favourite cocktail which he had promised the boys. "We don't want a divorce Q," Karl said, sipping his Orange and Mango cocktail. Quackity stared at The two boys waiting for them to continue. "We missed you so much, '' Sapnap whispered, fiddling with the laminated menu. "We're-" Karl started. "Sorry?" A voice called from the bar doors. Karl and Sapnap spun on their bar stools to turn to the mysterious voice. "Pathetic, You show up after all this time to screw with Q a little more and then you'll up and leave him when he finally trusts you again '' Karl sat flabbergasted staring at the tall figure who slowly stepped closer and closer to the bar. "Like you're the fucking one to talk" Sapnap yelled enraged by the sudden intrusion. "Now fireboy don't get your knickers in a twist, and for your information I never ditched him. I left on a business opportunity" The Tall man said with a smirk. Quackity stood silent behind the bar watching the scene unfold before him. Sapnap rolled his eyes and turned back to his drink. Karl looked from Quackity to Wilbur and then stared back into the bottom of the glass. "Wilbur, what are you doing here?" Quackity sighed drying a glass and placing it on a shelf. "I missed you cutie" Wilbur whispered with a smirk and a wink, leaning on the bar. Quackity smiled lightly but quickly returned to a straight face after seeing the look on Sapnap's face. "We'll leave you to continue whatever the hell this is" Sapnap stated, grabbing Karl's arm and leading him towards the door. "You can't be here," Quackity asserted, staring into Wilbur's eyes. "Can I stay for just a little?" Wilbur spoke, placing his hand on the side of Quackity's face. Quackity closed his eyes and sunk into Wilbur's warm hand. "Fine, but I don't want anything to do with you," Quackity said, swatting Wilbur's hand away from his face. A warmth rose in Quackity's chest, a warmth he once felt for his two fiancee's but this was slightly different, it had a sense of longing. "Whatever you say, Princess," Wilbur remarked, turning for the door. "Princess?" Quackity called after him in disgust. Quackity watched him leave before pouring himself a glass of his strongest alcohol and gulping it down. This was going to be stressful.