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"Sure! Why not?" Cubby answered after he looked around and double-checked that they had literally nothing else to do. It made sense that training Webby would be scheduled on a slow night when no performers were scheduled at the House of Mouse to help make the process smoother. Cubby had been the one to first greet Webby when she came in to apply and be interviewed, so he was happy to train her. He didn't mind the extra spare time tonight either; it would be fun to get to know Violet's replacement now that he'd likely be working with her more often. Motioning to an empty booth near the kitchen, he knew it would be fine for them to sit since it was so slow. He'd keep his eye out for the two of them if something came up in the meantime, choosing his usual booth that had a good view of most of the establishment. "This is pretty normal for the weekdays, at least this time of year," he confessed, as if to give Webby a warning that this job may not always be that exciting. He paused as if to think of what they should talk about. What did he and Violet used to talk about, besides smack-talking rude customers? "So .. How are you feeling about the job so far? Or is it too soon to tell?"

“Seriously?! What’s so confusing about dramatic Sky Pirates?” The blonde asked, coming to a sudden halt in her story when Morty admitted to not understanding anything she was saying. Webby had thought she was doing a fine job in her retelling of the events that had happened back when she and the boys first met Don Kernage and his Sky Priate Crew. Especially when her story consist of how much into theatrics Don Kernage was, which if anything, she had figured would’ve caught Morty’s interest the most since he was pursuing acting himself. “What? You don’t believe there is such a thing as pirates who rule the sky instead of the sea? Because if you don’t, than just go and ask Dewey and he will tell you! He was the one who met them and has first hand personal experience with even becoming their new captain for a short while!”

“Ohhh! Is that what you’re talking about?” It wasn’t the story structure that had Morty confused at first, but the implication that he was supposed to be familiar with this one already, when as far as he knew it was one of the Duck family adventures he hadn’t been told about (there were so many, it was hard to keep track anyway.) What he hadn’t realized was this was actually the same story he’d heard a dozen times from his best friend—only Dewey’s retellings seemed a lot more focused on the theatre troupe he’d temporarily taken charge and the performances he’d directed of than the treasures that had been stolen from the family. “Yeah, Dewey tells that one kind of differently,” Morty informed Webby with a laugh. “Have you ever lost the plot and joined the bad guys on an adventure? You’re sweet, but you’re also full of surprises.”

“Pssh, what do you mean? Of cour— of course I have!” Webby stumbled with her words a bit, looking back at the red headed girl with a mock look of shock. In her hands was a plastic red cub filled to the brim with beer within it, and while practically everyone else around her had been chugging it down like water, Webby has yet to do so herself. Even Huey, Dewey and Louie has been drinking since they got here! But Webby? Only the carbonated water had been her cup of poison for the night, yet when the blonde had went to get herself a refill, she found that they were all out. This caused some disappointment within her, as she was feeling parched from all the dancing she had been doing with Louie, and now without any soda, what else was Webby going to drink? Regular water came to mind, but before the girl could even think to go searching for an unopened bottle of water, someone randomly came along and handed her a cup filled with beer. “Thank you?” She had confusingly thanked, and that must have been why Darla asked her this. Must have noticed the awkwardness as the blonde stood about with the cup in her hand, unsure whether she should drink it or not. “……Is it that obvious?” Webby then asked with a frown on her face.

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     Darla shook her head at Webby’s hesitation with the infamous red solo cup, wondering what kind of alcohol was in there. She remembered her first big party with drinking—she hadn’t even been twenty-one yet, a freshman at university with no friends at a frat house she regretted showing up to. God forbid Webby have the same first experience drinking as her, so the younger woman was lucky she had people looking out! “Only a little,” Darla answered, taking the cup out of her friend’s hand and giving it a whiff. “It’s just beer. One bottle probably won’t get you drunk, even though you’re teeny and teetotal. But you know you don’t have to drink, just because everyone is.” She took a sip from the cup and cringed. “Doesn’t taste great anyway. We could mix you up something fruity, if you’d like.”

Opening her mouth as if to say something, Webby then closed it shut as she gave him a a perplexed look. Was she not supposed to know how to play this game all on her own? It was a game of darts, which all it took was to shoot tiny sharp-pointed missiles towards the dartboard. The aim of the game is to get most of the darts at the center, and to Webby that was pretty easy to achieve. She had a good throwing arm and knew how to aim, heck the distance she was suppose to stand at from the dartboard was nowhere near as far as she typically shoots at whenever she plays any of her own made up games back home. Mean— the blonde literally could shoot from the highest window of the McDuck mansion and make her target, a three foot distance with a table between was child’s play to her. Which is why Slightly’s reaction was confusing to her, but also had Webby wondering if she even was suppose to direct targets all on her own. “Yeah?! I did!" She admitted. "Isn’t this game suppose to be played alone?” She asked, now looking back at the dartboard where five darts were sticking at the center. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t know I was supposed to have a partner for this!”

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