~Try to Detect My Love: Unmasked (Quackbur)~

TW: fighting, blood, alcohol, guns, yelling

A/N: sorry about the song lol, thought it fit. Cause you know, gunshots make a bang sound... never mind.

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Wilbur's POV:

"What do you fuckers want?" The rude raven haired man said as he got a refill of his copper colored drink. 

"A talk with you, friend, if your up for it? We could play a game of beer pong, bet 20 pounds?" Q said in a British accent. How could he mock it so easily? He pulled out a 20 pound note.

"Oh, so your foreign? Is your friend too?" Sapnap said, slurring his words. Rude. Was he just a rude person or was it just because he has drunk?

"I'm not foreign."

He scoffed. "So, yes. Sure, I'll play with you. I play better drunk anyways."

We walked over to a pool table that was conveniently set up for a game of beer pong. Must be Q's doing. Sapnap didn't take notice to this convenience though. All he was focused on was the money.

"So, twenty dollars? I'll risk it."

The game started. They accounted me as ref. Good. I didn't even know how to play beer pong. I would've been bad at it anyway. I have a bad aim. Sapnap was losing. Badly. At some point I think he was missing on purpose just so he could chug down the harsh liquor in the red cups. Q looked focused. I knew he liked winning. And losing to a boozer would really hurt his ego. I think Q liked to gamble. Maybe the risk and the adrenaline he felt while playing. Or maybe he liked winning. Speaking of winning...

"16-4!" I announced the score.

"Ha! I won! My prize?" Q said, still managing to keep his perfect British accent. He sounded more British than me.

Sapnap hissed. He clearly forgot money was involved. He shyly held out his money and Q snatched it.

"What's you guys' names anyways? You just step into this club and take my money and I don't even know who you are."

"I'm Harry, this is Jared."

I wave my hand. So I'm Jared. Why'd he have to choose so much of a British name.

Sapnap looked vacantly at the both of us. The booze must have caught up to him. Then he took a swig of his glass. His eyes landed back on Q. They squinted.

"Anyways we wanted to talk about-"

"Hey! I know you! You're that guy with the scar Gogy talked about! You took him!" He scrunched up his face. Shit.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

I usually don't curse, but now seems like a good time to.

Q's face was confused but as calm as ever. "I have never meet a 'gogy' in my life and have no idea what you're on about my friend. You must have had a little too much to drink tonight."

Of course. The scar. That's always our giveaway. We really need some makeup or something to cover that thing.

"No, I know who I am talkin' about! You're him! The Q guy!" Sapnap's face was red from yelling and what looked like anger. The club was silent besides from the happy, cheery pop music and the slight clinking of glasses. Everyone was staring at us. The lushes, the bartenders, and even the dancers were looking at us. Talk about awkward.

Sapnap didn't really care. He mumbled something then dug into his pocket. 

Then he pulled out a gun.

Some people screamed (including me). Q looked somewhat shocked for a split second, then he steeled himself, and pulled out his pistol. I knew Agent Q carried a gun, I did as well ever since I got brought into this whole mess. But the last thing I thought would happen tonight was a gun fight.

I took a quick breath and pulled out my gun, while chaos ensued around us. People screaming and running for the door, calling the police (like they're going to do anything, we're agents), some hiding in the private dance rooms. It was a sight. A horrific sight.

Sapnap fired his warning shot at Q and he ducked just in time. Some back up agents swarmed around us and shot bullets at Sapnap, which he surprisingly dodged, even though he was terribly tipsy.

Many shots were fired. Q yelled at me to stay near the floor, out of the direction of fire. It saddened me for some odd reason. I was watching the shoot out carefully, like a hawk. Then I saw something Q didn't. Q was giving directions to some agents to start moving in on Sapnap, causing him to look away for a split second. Then Sapnap reloaded his gun, took aim at Q's head, put his hand on the trigger then-

I reacted.

I stood up quickly, drawing my gun, and shoot Sapnap, right in the shoulder. His gun landed to the floor, accidentally setting off the trigger. The bullet flew towards an agent landing right in his leg. There were surprised screams from both. with tears in the corners of his eyes, Sapnap held his right shoulder and ran towards Q. He tackle him to the floor, landing on top of him. He started to punch him with his left hand. Q angrily hit back. Sapnap was only able to land two blows when some agents pried him off Q. Sapnap was still screaming curses and empty threats at us as he was dragged off into an ambulance. Yep, the police were there. Told you they wouldn't do anything.

Q sighed as he got off the floor, standing next to me. He wiped blood off his cheek. "George talked about me?" That's concerning. If he talked about Q, what else has he talked about. What did he tell 'Dream'. I looked at him.

"Ooh, you're going to have to let me fix that up, Q."

"What?"

"You're bleeding badly. Some of your scar opened up. I'm going to have to stitch it. How'd did you get that scar anyways?"

"Oh, it's nothing.. interesting. I love it if you could fix it up though."

"Of course."

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