Quackity and Slime <3

Pt.5 (A few weeks ago at the casino-Angst)

TW'S:
Drinking
Swearing
(I think that's it)
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C: -He walked in the casino as he got his work stuff ready.-

Q: -Quackity walked in slowly after, sitting down at the bar, watching slime.-

C: -He did his normal stuff, take peoples orders, go around table to table giving people food and all of that, it might look easy, but oh boy, it's difficult when you're the main waiter in a big casino.-

Q: -He smiled, drinking the second beer he ordered. He was just watching slime when his vision started to blur.- Fuck, fuck, fuck, not again. -He thought, trying to stand up.-

C: -He looked over and saw quackity, he walked over.- "duc-I-I mean boss? Are you ok?"

Q: "Yes, yes, I'm fine.. Just go work." -He muttered, making a face when he tried to walk, stumbling.-

C: "Okay.. If you say so.." -He seemed worried but went back to work like he was told to.-

Q: "Fucking drinks, what was I thinking?" -He mumbled to himself, sitting back down, knowing he'd fall if he tried to walk any further, he put his elbows on the table, putting his head down on it.-

C: -As he worked he glanced over at quackity once in awhile to make sure he was ok, he asked the chef if he could make some salad that quackity usually likes and he said yes, he got the salad and walked over to his table.- "Hey..ducky-I m-mean- "boss" I'm on my break, do you mind if I sit with you?"

Q: -He lifted his head up, confused, but then realized it was just slime.- "Oh, uh, yeah, sure, go ahead." -He gestured at the seat beside him, meanwhile drinking *more* beer.-

C: -he sat down next to him as he looked at him with a worried expression- "are you alright..? You look..*stressed*."

Q: "Mhm, fine." -He drank from the can more, resting his head on the other hand.-

C: -He sighed as he looked down, fiddling with his suspender straps.-

Q: "What's up with you?" -He looked over, an annoyed/questioning look in his eyes.-

C: "N-nothing,my breaks over-I need to go but I'll see you after work!" -He said nervously as he got up to leave.-

Q: "Yeah, yeah, whatever." -He scoffed,rolling his eyes, taking another sip from his beer.-

C: -After a while his shift was still going, it has been 3 hours now and he's been working non stop,yea sure he's stressed the fuck out but he doesn't care.-

Q: -After Quackity had been sitting at the bar, drinking for the past 3 hours, he finally stood up, stumbling every step he took.-

C: -he was just sitting at a table as he looked stressed the fuck out, his eyes were wide and he was shaking a bit, his face in his hands.-

Q: -His vision was clouded, but he was pretty sure he saw slime, so he walked towards him, almost tripping over his feet.- "Hey,*hic* slime, you gooood?"

C: -He looked up.- "huh?-y-yea I'm fine-"

Q: "Mm, you sureeee?" -He asked, tilting his head.-

C: "mhm..yup!" -He said as his leg was bouncing.-

Q: "Sureee! Y'know you can tell meee! I probably won't *hic* remember anyways!" -He said, drunkenly swaying a bit.-

C: "quackity.. You're drunk! You need to lay down.." -He said a little angry.-

Q: "I'm fiiiinneee! Stop being such a pussy." -He scoffed, chuckling, but his vision was slowly turning blacker every second.-

C: -He grumbled a bit as he sat there, hoping his shift will end soon.-

Q: "Why are you being like this? You're so boring." -He rolled his eyes at slime.-

C: "Maybe you should leave me alone." -He snapped back.-

Q: "Damn, dont have to be a bitch about it!" -He laughed.-

C: -He just stormed out of the casino and went to his room.-

(657 words)