Quackity walked calmly through the bright corridors of Las nevadas. The place was chaotic, as always. He was going to deal with a fight that happened with some drunk guys, until he saw you. You were in a corner smoking watching the caos. Quackity's heart began to beat strongly, the colors of the hallways began to intensify more, he began to feel... alive. Slowly, trying not to sound or look crazy, he approached you "I hope your night is going wonderful" he spoke trying to be friendly