[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]

[He breathed a deep sigh, glancing over towards him, resting his arms half-crossed over each other.]

You'll show 'em Scrooge McDuck is on top. There's nowhere to be but there. And however y'get there... is how you get there.

[He laid his own head down, because it was starting to get difficult to support it.]

You'll see. Scrooge McDuck is a winner. Even when no one else thinks so, anymore.

[richestduck]

Zackly. An' I'll do it all on my own.

[And looking a bit green around the gills.]

...Need some air.

[Gonna wobble as he gets up from his seat.]

[moneymatters]

[He dragged his head up and around, then started to get up from his own seat.]

Wait. 'Least I can do this part.

[Theoretically. Thankfully he's got his cane with him, because it's going to be pressed into service now.]

And I'm no' takin' no for an answer, so you can shove it in your money belt. C'mon.

[Up under one of his arms, let's go.]

[richestduck]

[Can't even argue as he gropes for his own cane. His leg hurts like fire right now.]

[And going to stumble towards the exit, definitely looking green. This is what he gets for drinking so much on an empty stomach.]

Jus' wanna go ta my f'rm. I've...[Swallow.]...I've gotta milk Bess in the mornin'.

[moneymatters]

Easy now, try not to dispense your change 'til you get outside.

[And until he can separate from him for a minute, because while he may not be quite as green, he can't guarantee against vicinity effect.]

We'll get ye to your farm.

[richestduck]

[Getting outside does help a little at least.]

I c'n get there. Jus' wash me.

[And going to try and prove it by pushing off from the other Scrooge to stumble along on his own.]

[moneymatters]

[He does stumble back a bit when his double shoved off, but he's right back there beside him, giving him a sharp look.

...Well, as sharp as he can manage after 3/4 of a bottle of Scotch anyway.]

Aye, and you'll get there faster if you let me help. Time is money, and you're wastin' it by stumbling 'round like a new hatchling.

[Not taking no for an answer, remember? So he's going to resume his space as support for the other Scrooge.]

[richestduck]

[This Scrooge is starting to understand the old adage "beer before liquor, never sicker" far too well. He bows his head to focus on his feet as they resume walking together.]

Donnae need help.

[Yes, he does. Don't listen to him.]

[moneymatters]

Too bad.

[At least their heights let him do this easily enough. Can't say that for some people he's known.]

You're gettin' it anyway.

[richestduck]

Donnae want it. Always a cost.

[He glances at his twin sideways.]

How much?

[moneymatters]

The hangover in the mornin'.

[He snorted, a sarcastic response.]

I know more'n most there's always a cost wi' you- [Him? Us?] -but for now, just walk. Try not to talk either if it makes it worse, I don't want sick all over this coat. I just... [He paused, then shook his head faintly, glaring off ahead of them at nothing in particular] -got it replaced.

[richestduck]

[And closing his beak as they walk, no longer looking at his other self. He wants to just get back to his farm house and curl up in bed. Just roll over and die at this rate.]

[At least he hasn't sicked up all that alcohol.]

[moneymatters]

[And so they lapsed into silence. It might've been hard to tell, alcohol or no, but Scrooge was fairly deep in thought, plodding along one foot in front of the other, in front of the other, on until they got to his twin's farm, where he could leave him in his bed.]

[richestduck]

[They manage to reach the farm without incident. Hooray.]

[By this point, Scrooge is about ready to fall asleep on his twin's shoulder. Definitely a good thing they managed to get here.]

I c'n take it fr'm here. Ye've got kids ta get back ta.

[moneymatters]

[He looked aside to him, judging his words for a moment or two, eventually deciding he'd pushed the subject enough.]

Alright. I'm sure your cow will thank you in the mornin'.

[richestduck]

Aye.

[He mumbles what could be a "thank you" to his twin before stumbling into the house and ultimately crashing in the bathroom. It's going to be a long, miserable night.]