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The glass bottle clunks against the wooden coffee table as a black feathered hand sets it down. The dim room is quiet for a moment before loud chatter and brights lights from the tv pierce the calm. A series of images flicker by on the screen, the Off Duty Cop theme flashing past. The duck settles into his favorite recliner and a thunk sounds the air as the top of the glass bottle comes off. He takes a long swig of the amber liquid as he watches the show, tossing back his head with each swallow. His full attention is directed to the television. It’s the same episode as last time, another jewel thief.
He takes swig after swig of the amber liquid until the whole bottle is gone, slamming the empty glass container onto the floor with a hard thud. The effects of the alcohol have already grown in intensity, Daffy now buzzed and giddy with energy. Every noise becomes loud, every movement deliberate.
He grows bored of the show when another similar episode starts playing. He tries standing sloppily and trips through his own tangled limbs. His body hits the ground with a loud thud and he hears muffled footsteps racing downstairs. Daffy stumbles up and peers over at the bottom of the steps where his husband is.
“Daffy are you okay?” The concerned rabbit asks. “I was worried about you! I heard that crash. Are you alright?”
The duck rubs his eyes, trying to focus. He takes in the fuzzy image of his partner fretting over him and feels himself losing balance again. Bugs catches him by the waist and disapprovingly nods at him.
“You shouldn’t drink so much Daffy.”
Daffy's bill curls into a sloppy grin as his eyes meet Bugs'. "Ahhh, Bugsy," he slurs, "always worried about ol' Daf. You're too good for me." He leans into the rabbit's grasp, his body heavy with the effects of the alcohol.
Bugs steadies him, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "You're one difficult duck, Daf," he remarks, his voice carrying a note of fondness.
"Difficult but lovable, right Bugsthy?" Daffy retorts, his words slurred. He tries to focus on Bugs, his hand reaching up to touch the rabbit's face.
Bugs can't help but laugh at his antics. "Yes, Daffy. Lovable," he assures him, catching his hand.
Caught off guard by the affection, Daffy blinks at Bugs. "Hey, Bugsthy," he stammers, "Are you up for grabs?"
Bugs raises his eyebrows, surprised. "Up for grabs, Daffy? I'm married, you know."
Tears well up in Daffy's eyes at the confirmation. "Married?" he whimpers, his bottom lip quivering. He falls onto Bugs, sobbing uncontrollably. "I wanted to be with you, Bugsthy," he confesses amidst his tears.
Bugs, though surprised, pats Daffy's back in an attempt to console him. "Daffy, it's you I'm married to," he says, but Daffy is too lost in his sorrow to comprehend.
As his crying subsides, Daffy looks up at Bugs, asking, "Bugsthy, if I were a worm, would you still love me?"
Bugs, taken aback by the strange question, nods without hesitation. "Yes, Daffy. I’d love you even if you were a worm."
Daffy's face brightens at the response, his previous sorrow forgotten. "You're the best, Bugsthy," he mumbles, snuggling into Bugs' arms before succumbing to sleep.
Bugs merely shakes his head, holding the sleeping duck closer. "And you're one of a kind, Daffy Duck," he whispers, smiling down at the peaceful figure in his arms.