the president of las nevadas, quackity, doesn’t blink as he drank down the last shots of his whiskey, the crowd around going wild and filled with adrenaline.

that had been his tenth drink, one more and he was surely guaranteed to fall in the hands of intoxication.

‘One more shot!..’ quackity urged the bartender with a foolish smirk of his, his tongue glazing over the front of his teeth to taste the excess of the whiskey earlier.