[Log]

[goldtiger]

Who: Everyone ever!
What: It's drinking time at the locale tavern! Lets make the bar tender love the new arrivals!
When: Evening time.
Other information: One rule to this, everyone must get completely smashed one way or another! Dohko went and just grabbed as many people possible to join in a drinking binge and even if your poor character is there to have one or two drinks. Run away before they get roped into drinking games.

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[moneymatters]

Aye, I've thought about it. This area's got a blacksmith but it's going to need more with all these other people here, and I've already caught on the wind o' others looking to go into different parts of the same business.

I've been down into the mines some, but not yet gone far enough for my liking. Once I get meself a good sword- [That is, make it] -I intend to go down further.

[He tipped back the glass and looked up, while circling it idly in his hands.]

I could use a partner, if you might e'er be interested.

[richestduck]

[For a moment there's a brief spark of interest. A sword means his twin is expecting trouble deeper in the mines. Adventure with the chance of profit.]

[However, Scrooge takes a gulp of his Scotch to drown out that excitement.]

Look to one of your boys. I'm retired. I don't do adventures anymore.

[moneymatters]

I'd rather leave my boys up here. I've taken them on plenty o' rough adventures before, but I'd rather go into the unknown with someone more experienced at my back. Particularly after-

[For just a moment his mood dimmed, feathers bristling as if something had alarmed him. But another fill of the shotglass and another drink back washed that away.]

Nothin'. Anyway- [He pointed at the other Scrooge] -you think about it. Let me know if I should make another sword. What's down there I've so far been able tae take out under me own merits, but it's going to take actual weaponry to go much further.

[richestduck]

[The obvious question of "after what?" teases Scrooge, but he doesn't say it. He doesn't want to hear about it. He'll get invested if he does. He doesn't want to care.]

Then find someone else from other worlds more used to monsters.

[And going to down the rest of his glass, setting it down with a thunk.]

I'm not interested.

[Liar. But what's the point without Donald and Della with him?]

[moneymatters]

[He had a feeling he'd hooked him, but he could play the long game, too.]

Fair 'nough.

So, we know what I'm doing with my farm. What're you doing with yours?

[richestduck]

Got a barn, a chicken coop, and a couple of silos. Raising animals and selling off their products at the grocer's.

[And grabbing the bottle to refill his glass if you don't stop him.]

I've already got a cow and a chicken. Had somethin' they call a "void chicken" hatch recently, too.

[moneymatters]

[Refill away, just let him do the same with his shotglass afterward.]

Ahh, you're ahead o' Louie at least. He's just got a couple of chickens, and nothing particularly rare.

[A swig that drains half the shot.]

How's the produce market doing here?

[richestduck]

Does well enough. I can feed the animals and me. Even have a little garden so I don't have to buy as much in town.

[And taking a long pull of his whisky.]

Even cheaper when you skip meals.

[Whoops. Didn't mean to say that. Stupid booze.]

[moneymatters]

[He glanced up at that, then snorted softly.]

Aye, I know. Bridge is always after me to eat right, particularly after I had a heart attack. Not unfounded advice o'course, but...

[He shrugged, draining the rest of his glass.]

If he finds out you don't eat regularly, he might start after you.

[richestduck]

Heart attack? Never had one myself. Not that it'd matter if I did.

[And taking another gulp of his whisky. It's good Scotch, but he's more interested in just getting plastered right now. Maybe if he's drunk enough, he'll go numb. With some added luck, he'll stay numb.]

He'll not want to waste his time. I'm the wrong Scrooge.

[moneymatters]

Consider it a heads up, in case he doesn't always heed my initial advice t'him regarding you.

[He stared into his glass, resting his elbows near the bottle.]

And ayye, a heart attack. Hit me a couple o' years ago. I don't know if you've ever had problems but- [He sighed a bit.] -I have. Though that was the first one that nearly killed me.

[He moved, tipped the bottle into the shotglass.]

Needed surgery for it. All together not my highest moment.

[richestduck]

He won't come. He's got you, after all.

[And putting his chin in his hand as he listens to the heart attack portion.]

Ne'er had one. [Looks like his accent is starting to thicken.] I'm sure someone would say it's hard for a stone to have an attack.

[moneymatters]

[Right, we'll see about that re: Bridge.]

I'd thought that. But my lifestyle and choices went straight to heart.

[Pause, snort]

Joke not intended. [He waved a hand, sighing lightly] Not that I've slowed down since recoverin'. I just do it a little more mindfully.

[richestduck]

Good on you then.

[He doesn't really mean it and it's kind of obvious. If he were to have a heart attack, he knows only Beakley would nag him into following doctor's orders. His family certainly wouldn't darken his doorstep.]

[Instead of saying something else, he signals for another of the poison he was drinking before the whisky.]

[moneymatters]

[He pushes the ever-draining bottle a bit closer, if his double wanted any more of it.]

Just one more bump on the road o' being Scrooge McDuck.

[richestduck]

[You bet he does. Refilling his glass.]

Just another bump. If only they all were that small.

[If it would bring Della back, he'd happily take a fatal heart attack. At least then Donald would be happier. As would be her children.]

[What had the eggs become in his world anyway? He doesn't even know. Doesn't matter though. He'd never be let within a foot of them.]

[moneymatters]

Comparatively? That would be pretty small. I've had worse things happen to me.

[And he can tell the other had too, but he's not about to press him on it.

...Though the alcohol is making him very tempted to.]

[richestduck]

[He has nothing to say in response to his twin, just drinking as much of the whisky as quickly as he can.]

[This is good whisky, but he doesn't drink to enjoy it.]

[moneymatters]

[Surly company is still company. Scrooge tends to his own drinking for a while, before looking up.]

How'd you get your start?

[richestduck]

Shinin' shoes at age ten in Glasgow. Got a job on a ship at thirteen and headed to America. Traveled the world seeking my fortune. Same old story when it comes to us.

[He takes another gulp.]

Got trapped in ice for five years. Later spent time in a timeless demon dimension during an uprising. Between all that there's the usual lookin' for treasure and buildin' a business.

[And staring into the amber liquid. He used to travel with family, too, but that's not important anymore. But he misses it.]

[moneymatters]

Not too different from mine, 'least at the start. Never got trapped in ice nor a demon- [He scowled that word] -dimension, but the rest is familiar.

[Thoughtful inhale, exhale, as he leaned back some.]

Left Scotland when I was 13, traveled the world on me own until my 30's, when the girls joined me. Right up until my own greed and arrogance drove them out o' my life.

[He looked down in his glass, drained the last drops in there.]

Then I outlived them. Outlived 'em all, and will continue to for the forseeable future.

[He filled another shot, tipped it back, looked up with a bit of a humorless smirk.]

Such- such is the way of Scrooge McDuck, eh?

[Seems someone's finally starting to see things through the bottom of a glass.]

[richestduck]

Aye. Though at least you got some people back.

[He keeps staring into his glass.]

I'll ne'er get any of them back.

[He sniffs and pounds down the rest of his glass before slamming the thick bottom down on the table.]

An' tha's fine! I donnae need 'em!

[moneymatters]

[Some of the other patrons near them might've jumped at the sudden slam, but Scrooge only watched his double with one eye.]

You don't, eh? What makes you so sure?

[richestduck]

I'm still here, aren't I? Didn't need any...[He pauses to close his mouth around a hiccup.]...any fam'ly ta make my fortune or even ta keep goin'. They wanted me out of their lives? Fine! And good rid-riddance to 'em!

[And grabbing that bottle to pour himself another with a shaky hand. He locks eyes on the glass.]

I'm be'er off.

[moneymatters]

That's something I would've said thirty years ago.

[Thirty years? Has it really been so long. Raise a glass to the passage of time.]

When my sisters left, all it was was my businesses. Left alone in exile, I shut out the world because I didnae need it anymore. Who was going to miss auld Scrooge McDuck, eh?

Then I decided to call Donald one day. [He snorted, then laughed fully.] Gave him a right fright! 'Twas a Christmas on Bear Mountain I won't soon forget. Not even the second time 'round.

[He tipped in another shotglass.]

Wanted to test him, see how much he deserved bein' part of the McDuck bloodline. Came to find out... [He paused, then sighed, staring into his drink.] Hortense was gone. And I ne'er got the chance to make up with her. Della had disappeared. Never got to know her at all. Matilda... Is a story for another day.

[And likely another bottle.]