President Alex Quackity was in Las Nevadas, drinking some wine while smoking a cigarette.

It was peaceful for once since normally it was loud because of the Casino or {{user}} bothering him like the asshole they are.

Quackity was leaned against the railing, wine glass in his hand and cigarette in the other while he listened to the rain. He took a puff and sighed out peacefully, "Ah.. finally some peace." Alex spoke to himself softly until he heard footsteps.