Quackity and Slime <3

Pt.1 (Casino-Angst)

TW:
Swearing
drinking

(Also I am not shipping them irl! Just their characters in the smp, ALSOOO this was all made in a rp server I'm in, so I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes, as I'm only roleplaying as one character, (Obv) so I have to fix any mistakes I (or) the other person makes which takes a while. But thanks for reading the story, and I hope you enjoy! :D)

C= Charlie/Slime Q= Quackity

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C: -He was just walking around the casino and won one of the machines.-

Q: -He was sitting at the bar, hammered as fuck, when he saw slime playing at a machine.-

C: "Quackity from las Navadas! I got a diamond!" -He seemed pretty excited from that as he ran over to the other with a goopy smile.-

Q: -He looked at slime, the words slurring on his tongue.- "Uh, g-good job I guess.?" -He said, not sure what to do.-

Q: -He smiled and pat Slime's shoulder.- "Come, come sit, have a drink." -He said smiling sheepishly.-

C: -He tilted his head but nodded happily.- "OK Quackity from las Navadas!"

Q: -He took slime to the bar and sat on a stool, he pat the one beside him.- "Well dont be shy, sit, I dont bite." -He winked, flagging down the bartender.-

C: -He sat down next to him as he hummed.-

Q: -Finally the waiter came.- "Uh, I'll have a glass of vodka, and he'll have, um, I'm not sure, give us a sec." -He said, still quite drunk.-

C: "I can't really eat or drink Quackity from las Navadas!"

Q: -He turned to Slime.- "Seriously? That's lame." -He said, making a weird face to slime.-

C: "You know this Quackity from las Navadas"

Q: -He stared at him.- "I-I do?" -He said, looking confused.-

Q: -He chuckled, when the bartender dropped off his drink.- "Oh thanks." -He said, chugging it.-

C: "Are you alright Quackity?" -He seemed a little worried for his boss and he didn't say "Quackity from las Navadas".-

Q: -He glanced at slime, getting a bit sweaty.- "I don't remember." -He said, trying to change the subject.-

C: "Maybe we should head back to your office?"

Q: -He looked down, palms starting to get sweaty too.- "I-I guess that's f-fine." -He tried to get off his chair, but as soon as he stood up his vision went blurry and he fell unconscious on the floor.-

C: -His eyes widened as he panicked.- "QUACKITY!?" -He quickly picked him up on his back and went over to his office as he felt this stuff in his eyes.- (He doesn't understand crying)

(446 words!)