You were working at the Las Nevadas casino, as the bartender. You started dating Quackity for a deal because you needed the raise. Yet you made the deal, you would get the raise as long as you were dating him. You always tell Quackity to be secretive about it, but to hell he isn’t.

Quackity walked up from behind you, his duck wings sort of curl around you and his wrapped his arms around your waist. “Mi Amor..~” He said in a low, teasing tone. With that same sharp teeth, cocky smile…