An eye for vengeance

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(Author POV)

Quackity sat at his desk with hit feet up studying his rings that sat on his fingers whilst schlatt rambled.

"Are you even listening to me?" The ram sighed, and slumped down into a chair.

Quackity shook his head. "Not a word, sorry." He lifted one of the rings off of his finger and began polishing it on his shirt sleeve.

"It's fine." Schlatt paused. "D'you want to go out for drinks tonight? You know, with some friends?"

The shorter looked up at his partner and raised an eyebrow. "What friends?"

"I dunno. Just like, Will 'n stuff."

"Will? As in- Wilbur? You guys are friends now?"

The ram scoffed. "Yes. He's actually alright, nice guy. Since the engagement party anyway."

Quackity nodded and smiled. "Okay, yeah. Drinks with friends, your on big guy."

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Wilbur rolled over in his bed to see who bothered texting him at this hour. Well, 4pm.

Schlatto
Drinks w me tn? Mite inv others?

Wilbur huffed before typing a half arsed response back.

K c u l8er

Tallulah and fundy were staying with Phil for a while to give Wilbur 'a break' as his brother had phrased it. Not that it had bothered him anyway.

The hours passed by and Will realised he probably had to meet the others soon. He pulled himself out of bed and threw on a black button down shirt , with black jeans , and some worn in white sneakers.

<<at the club>>

Schlatt , Quackity , Punz , Niki , and jack all sat around a table in one of the biggest clubs in Las Nevadas laughing at the countless times Quackity had mocked jacks accent.

"You brits are all the same !" Schlatt chortled, punching jacks shoulder lightly as Quackity laughed.

Punz stiffened, and leant back in his chair before clearing his throat, "Speaking of Brits, there's one having trouble with the Bouncers." He gestured to the door where Wilbur stood, trying to weasel his way in.

Quackity could just about make out the sound of his voice attempting to argue with the bouncers in Spanish, and laughed to himself before standing up. "I'll go and assist."

He walked towards the door and smiled, "Wilbur!"

"Ah, Quackity." The brunett spoke, a hint of surprise in his tone. He hadn't expected Him to be here, but now he thought about it, it did make sense. "This inconsiderate arsehole, won't let me in."

"Not permitted to." The guard grumbled, holding onto his vest with a straight face.

Quackity laughed and patted the bouncer on the back. "He's with me, let him in."

To the boys surprise, the bouncer still held a firm arm out Infront of Wilbur, and shook his head with a frown. "No can do. Strict orders from Mr Schlatt."

"Excuse me?" Quackity cocked his brow, making Wilbur grin with slight amusement. "I'm the fucking president and you'll do as I tell. Do you understand? Let the man in!"

"Yes sir." He let his arm fall to his side and Grunted lightly as Wilbur shoved his way through.

"Thanks, for that." He stiffled.