Wilbur pulled up outside the bar, seeing Quackity hunched over on a bench outside, absolutely hammered.

He had texted the brit a few minutes earlier something like "Hes here, cm pick m up.", and Wil had a pretty good idea of who "he" was. Quackity had a few exes, but the worst was Schlatt. A half ram who was almost always drunk and treated Quackity like shit when they were together.

"Dumbass.." He muttered, though it had an undertone of affection. He got out and walking over to the half duck who was his boyfriend (🏳‍🌈). His expression was laced with worry as he tilted the man's face up slightly to look at him. His recognizable missing left eye and scar almost comforting to see again that night.