Skeppy had leaned up against the rough concrete exterior of a factory building; or, rather, what looked to be a factory building from the outside. He stood by, watching a routinely scheduled truck pull up and back into one of the few loading/unloading docks, humming to himself for a moment. And to Quackity too, he guessed, since the avian hybrid technically worked with him. He gently pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on, hopping up onto the dock the truck had backed up to before sliding open the back door, eyeing everything over to make sure it was all there. It was a mixed shipment this time; which usually meant more risk, but the more risk, the better the reward; and it had everything from military-grade ammunition, to alcohol too strong to be legal, to all the different types of addictive drugs one could imagine. Skeppy looked back out the van and motioned for Quackity to come over, "Aye, Q, help me unload this or you're not getting *shit* for profit." He *half*joked, still waving Quackity to come over.

Quackity rolled his eyes and flew up to the truck entrance, looking at him with a soft glare before picking up a crate and loading it into the designated area. He hummed to himself as he did, his wings folding up on his back just like Bad's did. Speaking of Bad, he'd been a bit distant lately, just staring off into space and mumbling to himself. Or so it seemed, anyway. He'd paid less and less attention to where Skeppy'd gone, to the point where the diamond golem could startle him by just standing next to him. It was a bit odd,,,but the shipment was more important, loading out relatively easy with the two of them working together, Quackity dusting off his hands a bit before leaning against one of the crates. "So. You still selling this shit on the black market or are you going to people's houses like an escort?" He teased a bit as he took a bottle out of the crate he was leaning against, examining it for a moment and quietly placing it back as he looked over at Skeppy. He always did this, ridging Skeppy as best he can without actually seeming super offensive.

Skeppy let out a half-laugh as he dug his hands into a crate, dutifully inspecting the product he had to ensure it was real. Sure enough, it was all authentic, which meant a hellishly good deal of profit for the both of them. "I am; it helps keep anonymity; though I could charge a good deal more if I go to the people's houses myself, good idea. Maybe I *should* be an escort, it's not like Bad would even notice if I don't return for weeks on end." He answered without paying much concern nor attention to the teasing he was verbally jabbed with. The diamond golem looked up from the crate he was searching, "How about you? Still practically pimping out your portion for that *small* bit of money that'd only be blown by you at the casino in the end?" Skeppy teased back with a slightly raised brow, taking a few steps back from the crates once he closed them up once more, redirecting the topic from himself to the avian. Who knows, maybe he could get some information out of him if he played his cards right; Quackity was always so secretive with him when it came to Las Nevadas.

"Sure he won't." He rolled his eyes before placing an emerald down on the crate, taking one of the bottles of alcohol and opening it. "Shut the fuck up." He grumbled as he sniffed the alcohol lightly to test if it was poisoned, humming a bit at the slightly cinnamony smell. "...does this smell like cinnamon or am I crazy?" He offered the bottle to him in confusion, knowing he caught the smell of cinnamon. Maybe he was having a heart attack or something, but it smelled like cinnamon to him. Were their dealers trying to poison them? He hoped not. He gently hummed as he fidgeted with the cap, waiting for Skeppy's response.

Skeppy skeptically eyed the bottle before gently taking it from Quackity when it was offered to him. He gave it a few sniffs before confirming the other's thought with a reluctant nod. "It... *Does*... Wait, give me a second," The diamond golem stated, handing the bottle back to Quackity before grabbing one of his own from his personal stash he kept under lock and key in a cabinet. He swiped a shot glass from in his cabinet as well, then grabbing a portion of the drugged pills and swiftly crushing it up. "I swear if these are bad, we might need to double-check and take apart the gear too..." Skeppy grumbled, filling the shot glass with the clear alcohol before gently pouring the crushed powder into the drink, observing colours that swirled in the liquid. He grumbled when the small specks of colouration turned up to be as he feared; it was so strong that it was poisonous.

"Greaaaatt..." He sighed before running his hands through his hair, groaning quietly. "Now we gotta reorder this shit to be weaker so it doesn't kill our clients." He lightly shook his head as he sighed softly. "Welp. Looks like we gotta get to work." He lightly ruffled out his hair, watching him for a moment. If they had to disassemble the gear they got as well, it would be a lot of work. Annoying too, but he knew his city was in safe hands with Sam and Foolish. He'd made sure of that. He went over to the gear and picked up a piece, quietly examining it for the seam lines as he stared at it silently. This was going to be so fucking annoying.

Skeppy let out a sigh of annoyance, sliding the bottle over to Quackity as a small gesture to try and make his perspective on the situation, if at all, lighter. They might be joining rivals of sorts, but that didn't mean he was entirely heartless towards the avian, sharing and fully understanding his frustration. Skeppy didn't speak a word, though, as he walked off a decent distance away before calling someone on his *other* phone, shouting into it with a fit of mild fury before hanging up once the proper reorder was complete. The diamond golem walked back over once he was finished, "Let's hope they don't fuck it up again this time, though it'll take a few fucking days," Skeppy grumbled out, visibly irked by the wait time, though he knew they couldn't hurry up with the delivery even if they wanted to. He moved to the crates and pulled out a piece of the gear, carefully inspecting it before looking back to Quackity, "You gonna be alright without cash flow from this for a few days?" He was, once again, expressing the fact he wasn't heartless to the avian.

"I'll...figure something out." He mumbled as he carefully examined the gear they had, then looked at Skeppy quietly. "You gonna be okay?" He returned the question carefully. Quackity might be a bit disrespectful towards the diamond golem, but he was pretty fair to his business partners. He might even call Skeppy one of his drinking buddies sometimes. He sighed quietly as he looked up at him, running his hands through his hair. "It's annoying, but shit happens. Just don't want'cha to get hurt for some petty reason." He hummed as he cleared up a few more pieces of their gear, setting them aside and sighing. "At least they got some of the gear right...this is some fucking bullshit..." He mumbled to himself and rolled his eyes in annoyance, muttering in Spanish as he groaned quietly. "Dios mio..."

Skeppy let out a small hum as he shifted so he could sit down cross-legged on the floor, sorting all the gear he inspected into two piles: sketchy, and appears to be safe. There were no one-hundred-percent guarantees in his mind about what he deemed to stay out of the sketchy pile, just to play it safe. "I'll be just fine, I'm more concerned about you though. You do run a country after all, and getting no cash flow could destroy the economy," Skeppy said calmly, glancing back to Quackity while he paused, considering his next word choice carefully. "If you need someone to blow some money at the casino to keep the place afloat for a while, you could always ask Bad or I; given, he's more likely to not ask to be paid back in return, unless it's something that has to do with The Egg. Just sayn'," The diamond golem offered out, his eyes falling back down to the sorting work he was doing.

Quackity picked at the seam of a piece, sighing quietly. "Yeah...could just ask Foolish. XD knows that idiot has more riches than he knows what to do with...but I appreciate it." He spoke the last four words carefully, taking a moment to make full eye contact with him. Given, he hated showing gratitude for things unless he felt it necessary for manipulation, but he did truly appreciate what Skeppy was willing to do. "Oh...and about The Egg...what's that all about??" He asked curiously, tilting his head at him as he held a piece. "I've heard Bad preaching about it and talking about some sort of banquet it's throwin' sometime later this year." He hummed as he looked at him, tilting his head. "You think it's a threat to anythin'?" Quackity had heard precious little about Bad's new hyperobsession, only hearing what Bad was muttering to himself while passing through Las Nevadas sometimes.

Skeppy took a sharp inhale, swiftly setting down the piece he held into one of the two piles, a pained smile creeping onto his face as he shoved down the bubbling feeling of anger having not expected Quackity to want to talk about it at length. He bared with it for now, however, both to be polite and to give as much information as he could about it, strangely not wanting Quackity to become a victim to the vines. "Oh, yeah actually. Let's see, it's a threat to Bad's and mine relationship, to Sapnap, to the neighbouring Kinoko Kingdom, to Snowchester, to L'Sandburg, even to Las Nevadas... It's a threat to the entire SMP. It's a ridiculous thing, I highly suggest staying away from it, if you can, unless you *want* to be ''converted'' or whatever." Skeppy sighed, "It's tried ''converting'' *me* a few times, as a matter of fact. So, trust me, avoid it."

He immediately set down his own piece, staring at him in confusion. "It's getting in between you and *Bad?* But I thought you two were.." He hooked his two pinkies together, trying to make an indication of a close bond as he looked at him in confusion. "Dios mio, this is a bigger threat than I thought..." He mumbled to himself as he began to preen his wings in a stressed manner, then looked up at Skeppy. giving him a concerned look. "That sounds like a real problem." He then thought for a moment, reaching out and putting a hand on Skeppy's shoulder. "...If you ever need some sort of protection or even a place to stay, even for a bit, Las Nevadas always has it's doors open for you." He spoke after a moment, giving him a determined but strangely genuine look. Quackity might be a gambler, an addict and a drunk, but his business partners were not to be trifled with.

Skeppy let out a slow hum, giving the hand on his shoulder a few polite pats to show his appreciation. "Thank you for the offer, Big Q," He said, sighing once more before shoving the emotions associated with the topic before grinning a little and playfully yet gently giving Quackity's shoulder a shove. "But I'd rather not get trapped into one of your slot machines *again*. I'll have to pass on that, thanks. All my poor siblings were trapped in there too, ya traumatized me last time Q! *Traumatized*!" The diamond golem joked with a small laugh, sticking his tongue out at him whilst he laughed up a mini-storm. "I require compensation for that horrid event, *and* I demand you pay for my therapy!! All my siblings were trapped, it was terrifying!"

"Never! Ah-haha-hah!" Quackity shoved him back before rolling his eyes. "And your siblings are pretty central to my attractions, Skeppy! They're pretty sexy yknow~" He lightly bit his lip as he continued playing with him, letting out a light snicker as he grinned to himself. Quackity loved it when he could play around with his business partners like this, it made him crack up. He sighed quietly before rolling his eyes, humming to himself. "Besiiiides, you liked having Bad as your knight in glowing armor, admit iiiit." He joked as he winked at him. "I was doin' ya a favor!" He hummed out before sticking his tongue out at him in return, blowing a raspberry at him lightly. "Dumbass." He hummed out before standing up and stretching, picking up the pieces of gear he found sketchy.

Skeppy wheezed, falling back against the floor from having laughed too hard, which only earned him to laugh harder. "I'm telling them that!! You're lucky I haven't filed a custody lawsuit yet!" He wheezed out, finding it absolutely hilarious as to how someone, albeit entirely jokingly, would claim his diamond siblings were quote-unquote ''sexy''. Yeah, that was going to be something he'd hold over Quackity's head; metaphorically, given Skeppy was shorter than the avian. He sat up when he was done wheezing his lungs out, a genuine grin now glued to his face. "Bad wasn't even *in* armour, don't you dare say that. You might feed my fantasies," The diamond golem continued to joke, leaning down to gather up his own sketchy pile of gear. He enjoyed playful moments like these with Quackity, he really did, knowing there were rarely any consequences involved and they could just joke around with one another, especially since he no longer could, per se, with Bad.

"Go ahead and tell em that! Tell em daddy Quackity says "Hola!"" He laughed as he dumped the sketchy gear into an empty crate, standing on top of one of the full crates as he grinned at him. "MAN'S NOT HOT!" He chirped as he pointed at Skeppy, then fell off the crate as he cracked the hell up about it. His sense of humor was incredibly twisted and varied, but he was happy when he managed to get someone else to laugh at his jokes. He sat up after a moment, coughing softly and smacking the top of the crate. "fUCK-" He managed as he coughed, standing up and grinning at Skeppy. "And he was in that dumbass robed outfit, he totally had armor under that!"

Skeppy held back a laugh while he rolled his eyes, sassily shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, playfully smirking up at the avian. "That ain't what your mom said last night while I was doing her, but if it helps your ego," He shot back with a jesting wink before he stuck his tongue out once again. The diamond golem then hummed softly, taking a few steps back for ''self-protection'' just in case Quackity decided to jauntily shove him once more, ready to bolt for his life if need be, knowing how Quackity sometimes jokingly became enraged by such snarky responses. "If he *was* wearing armour, then I didn't hear a sound of it clanking or scraping Big Q, you sure about that?"

Quackity scoffed in 'offense' before hopping down and poking Skeppy's shoulder, glaring at him playfully. "How could you, Skeppy? My mother would never!" He scoffed again before crossing his arms at him, mimicking Skeppy's posture before shrugging a bit. "Who knows, maybe he's using really good soundproofing or something." Yeah he was making shit up at this point.

Skeppy raised a brow, "Soundproofing? Now you're just spouting shit, Big Q, cause the only things that soundproofing would be useful for are weaponry; which, fun fact, would be called a silencer; or soundproofing the walls of a bedroom." The diamond golem half-joked, sticking his tongue back out whilst he quietly snickered. They both were fairly dirty-minded, so of course, that reference would be understood.

Quackity scoffed before smacking Skeppy's shoulder, letting out a soft laugh. "You dirty-minded shit!" He huffed playfully before smirking at him, lightly humming as he put his hands in his pockets quietly. Quackity sighed after a moment before shaking his head quietly, leaning against a crate. "...Hm..." He hummed softly as he closed his eyes, opening them after a moment as he glanced up at the entrance to the area.