Hate me || TNTDUO ||

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((A/P))

The casinos were full, as was the bar when quackity heard the creak of a barstool next to him, indicating company.

"I'll have the same as him" Wilbur smiled, jerking a finger at Quackity. "And get him another round, on me."

Quackity jaw clenched at the sound of Wilbur's voice, and turned to face him. "I thought I told you to piss off?"

"Oh yeah, and you really told me, didn't you?" Wilbur smiled, putting one arm on the bar and leaning on it. "I was shivering in my boots before I remembered that I didn't care."

"If you insist on being here, is it mandatory that you follow me around like a lost puppy all the time?" The ravenette hopped off the bar stool and began walking out, being swiftly halted by a tight grasp on his wrist.

"Wait." Wilbur swallowed. "Stay for a while. Drink with me? Gets boring just me on my own, hm?"

Quackity sighed and sat back down. "The word you're looking for is lonely." He had planned on getting drunk tonight anyway, so it wasn't too much of a bother.

"Are you pushing assumptions that I'm lonely and I'll die alone and miserable? Because that is outrageous."

The pair took a swig of their drinks, and Quackity snorted. "That's just a known fact now. Nobody cares about you enough to mind, though."

"How sweet of you. But tell me, Quackity. If I were to die tomorrow, would you come to my funeral?"

"Only to laugh as you get buried six feet down."

"I'm not sure I'd fit in a coffin. How big are they?"

Quackity snorted. It could've been the alcohol, but the joke was funny, and he didn't miss the glint of victory in Wilbur's eyes when he chuckled lightly. "About as big as your ego, Wilbur."

The man smiled and took another swig of his drink. "That's not to small then, I 'spose I could make that work."

The pair laughed and eventually found themselves slumped on a sofa at the back of a bar playing some stupid card game.

"You can't put a yellow down if the colour is green, Wilbur."

"Yes I can!"

Quackity groaned at facepalmed. "I hate this game."

"Thought you liked gambling?" The Brunet teased, causing the other to roll his eyes in frustration.
"This isn't gambling, there's no odds."

"What is it then?"

"It's Uno, Wilbur."

"Touché." Wilbur muttered, placing his cards down and letting his lips twist into a grin. "So let's give it odds. A bet, if you will."

And Quackity eyes practically lit up, weather he tried to hide it or not. He couldn't resist a bet. "Go on."

Maybe it had been that he was drunk, or maybe uno had resurfaced some old tension (unlikely), but Wilbur didn't know what he was thinking when he said it. "First to fall, loses."

To fall?- ah. To fall. The ravenette raised an eyebrow, waiting for the catch.

"And the Winner?" Wil began, "Gets the grand casino."

"Absolutely not!" Quackity jumped up, taking his axe in one hand and gripping it tightly. "My country is very sacred to me, that casino is a big part of it! and I won't let it go down just as yours did. What makes you think you'll win anyway?!"

The taller chuckled, still relaxed on the sofa. "You sound like me. My lmanburg, If I can't have it, no one can!" He mocked himself. "Who's to say I haven't already won?"

"I am nothing like you. We aren't the same."

"What, are you scared you'll lose?" Wilbur grinned. "Quackity, do us both a favour and put the axe down. You aren't going to use it."

"For the record, this is stupid. But If you lose, you leave my country and never come back."

"Deal."

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