*Timestamps* 0:00-4:17 :Poker Face by Lady Gaga 4:18-8:35 :Burning Pile by Mother Mother 8:38-11:57 :I can't decide by Scissor Sisters 11:58-13:52 :Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer
As Wilbur pulled the shorter man onto the dance floor his friends watched, making sure that no violence happened. He never expected the shorter man to pull him in, taking the opportunity of Wilbur's shock, he pushed the taller man over, laughing. Wilbur tried to glare at him but couldn't help a laugh. It was the best feeling in the world, Quackity calling him names as if they were in middle school. Wilbur adjusted his coat and got back up, grabbing Quackity's hand. He guided Quackity around the dance floor, twirling him around. Quadkity took control and spun Wilbur around from time to time, he would never let Wilbur feel in control, keeping him always on edge. Every glass resulted in more dancing as it got later an dater, fading into midnight. Later that night,, after dancing, both boys were sitting down, exhausted. How fun that had been. "Same thing tomorrow?" Wilbur whispered in Quackity's ear. "Of course." He replied as the night ended, both going their separate ways.
Tommy was walking in Las Nevadas, then he found Quackity and Wilbur kissing near Quackity's office. Tommy: Wilbur?... Quackity and Wilbur stopped imediatly. Wilbur: Tommy what are you doing here!?! Quackity: Yea, Tommy... i said to you that here was private. Tommy: Sorry, Big Q. Quackity: Now go away, me and Wilbur were talking about stuff. Tommy: Talking?... this seened different from when other people talk... Quackity: I said... GO AWAY! Tommy: Big Q, can i talk in private with my brother. Wilbur: Not now Tommy, we can talk later... Tommy gone away, he was confused, how can Quackity and Wilbur be together? They hated each other. That was the time were Tommy understanded the concept of: Enemies to Lovers. Hi, i wanted to do that :).
Oh my goodness, when I realized that the masochism tango was the same audio from the animatic I was freaking out, iam glad that other people know about it❤
A story, just for the sake of it. As the lights dim and the song starts blurring in with the cheers of men and women alike, the coat of a man, in his twenties or thirties, pokes out of the crowd as his raspy yet unforgettable voice starts alluring another man, wings behind his back and a face demanding to be left alone, “ I can’t decide whether you should live or “, he came closer and whispered into his ear “ die” he smirked as the golden winged man snarls.”, what do you want, Wilbur ?”, he raises his eyebrow . “ a dance”, the man in question asked without missing a beat as he picked up the alcoholic glass , taking a sip and whispering against the shorters male lips ,” could we arrange that, Q?”, the song switched and the beats twinkled in the males eyes ,” round of shots and we’re talking , Soot”, was hind answer before he stood up and the they danced , the night to be remembered and reminisced about by both males , yet freshened up once in a while. ( lol)
Wilbur grabbed Quackity's hand, making him glare intensely. "I thought I told you to leave." "And I told you no, Ducky." Wilbur smirked before spinning Quackity and putting a hand on his lower back. "Besides, we haven't finished the dance." Quackity sighed a sigh filled with annoyance and frustration, but did nothing to stop the dance. The night was cold, so when Quackity shivered, Wilbur pulled him closer. "Are you cold?" Quackity said nothing and Wilbur took off his coat and placed it on the shorter male's shoulders. Quackity glared at Wilbur before mumbling a quiet thank you. Wilbur's smile grew. "You're welcome Ducky. I'll be back, same time tomorrow." It's short but I have something else I have to do right now TnT
