Quackity hiccuped as he downed another drink, setting it down on the empty bar counter slightly harder than necessary. He wiped the drink from the corner of his mouth with a giggle, his head light and floaty.

This was his fourth.. no, fifth? Drink of the night and it was hitting him hard. He glanced around at the vacant building before leaning back against the counter, a loose smile played across his loose lips.

He looked up as he heard the doorbell jingle, alerting him of someone entering. The bar had long closed, why was anybody here? It made sense once his eyes landed on the familiar half-zombie walking through the door.

"Aahh, Wilburr!" He greeted with a wide smile, stepping forwards and clumsily opening his arms wide at the sight of the man. "Whatsup?" He asked, words blended together messily.