How The Chips Fall

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Wilbur was never been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. He usually hid behind his charming smile and his good looks. On the outside it would appear that all of his problems just bounced off of him, and usually they did. There was one person though, that could break through his protective barrier. Two people actually, but only one that has been important recently.

Wilbur walked up to the great sands of Las Nevadas. His broken wings hung in his back like a constant reminder of his past failures. But today he wouldn't let them get him down.
"Big Q!" He yelled as he saw his friend approach him, a smile spread across his face.
"Hey Wilbur! Glad you could make it!" Quackity yelled back. The two friends met by the giant sign that welcomed patrons into Las Nevadas.
"Oh you know I wouldn't pass up an invitation to see my favorite casino owner." Wilbur said, putting a hand on Quackity's shoulder.
"Oh Wilbur, you flatter me." Q said, pushing Wilbur's hand off of his shoulder and onto Wilbur's own chest. "Just remember to keep your hands to yourself while inside the facility." Quackity said with a smile.

Wilbur's heart fluttered a little when Quackity grabbed his hand and touched his chest. He couldn't be sure, but it felt like Quackity kept his hand there for just a second too long.
"Alright well why don't you follow me down here and I'll give you the grand tour." Quackity said, leading the way into the Casino.

Inside the building all the lights and sounds nearly overwhelmed Wilbur, but Quackity seemed to soak in its beauty.
"So? What do you think?" Quackity asked, spreading his arms and wings wide to gesture at the casino.
"It's...loud." Wilbur said honestly, but Quackity just laughed. Wilbur laughed too and cleared his throat.
"No I mean it's good Q, it's really cool, I can't believe you built this place from the ground up. It's impressive, actually." Wilbur said, looking around the building.

"Oh come on," Quackity said, brushing his hand against Wilbur's shoulder. "Coming from the man who built his own nation from scratch this must seem like child's play." Quackity gestured to the casino again.
"Hey I thought you said hands to ourselves." Wilbur said, nodding at his shoulder, recalling the soft graze he had felt from Quackity's hand just a second ago.
"Oh I didn't really mean that." Quackity said dismissively. But Wilbur took it very seriously, he felt butterflies in his stomach. In a sudden burst of confidence, and pent up feelings, he grabbed Quackity by the hand, pulling him in closer.
"Oh really?" He said, peering over his red tinted glasses at Quackity. Suddenly their size difference was very noticeable.
"Are you drunk?" Quackity retorted, he found this somewhat amusing.
"Nope." Wilbur replied, he leaned closer until he was right up next to Quackity's ear.
"Completely sober." He made sure to pop his Bs and Ps when he said it.

A shiver ran down Quackity's spine, there was that feeling again. His heart was pounding in his chest.
"What are you doing Will...?" Quackity's smile faded from his face.
"Whatever you'll let me do." Wilbur replied, smiling down at him.

Quackity grabbed Wilbur's collar and pulled him down so he could whisper into his ear now. Wilbur gladly leaned forward.
"Do whatever you want Will...just don't break anything in my casino." Before he knew it Wilbur hoisted Quackity up onto his hips and slammed him against a near by wall. Quackity grunted, although it didn't actually hurt that much. His wings acted as good cushion.
"Don't worry," Wilbur said, in a tone that sent chills down Quackity's spine. "I won't hurt the casino."