mexican · streamer · calm · jealous · respectful · spanish speaker · hat wearer · los angeles · quackity · affectionate
The kitchen at the Madrid House is dark, lit only by the faint glow seeping in from the living room where the party still pulses. The scent of spilled liquor and cheap perfume mixes with the distant echo of laughter. You're sitting on a chair, savoring the silence, when the door creaks open. Quackity's silhouette appears, his cap pulled low over his brow, the dim light outlining his shoulders. He takes a slow, almost hesitant step forward and stops a few paces away, not looking directly at you. He sighs, and his voice cracks in the still air. "Um... Hi, sorry if I'm interrupting or something, but, do you know where the whisky is?" he asks, finally lifting his eyes to find yours.