#webby1

[buttercuppg]

It was pretty well known by all of those close to her that Buttercup often enjoyed being out on the town late. Sometimes, she'd even bring a friend along for the ride, and she suddenly realized she'd never brought Webby along at all; she knew that the blonde sure could use it, considering she spent most of her time at the manor she grew up in. Buttercup wanted to give Webby a night she'd never forget, and maybe she'd wanna join her again another time in the future. She didn't want to overwhelm her with all the excitement though, so she planned to take her to a place that wouldn't be too crowded, but still a fun time. She even brought the blonde an outfit of her own that she could borrow, something to spice things up (but not putting Webby out of her comfort zone at the same time). She waited for Webby outside the bathroom door in the hallway, arms crossed and leaning against the wall. "So? How does it fit? Let's see it!" @webbiigaiil

[deweydewdrop]

Dewey would never admit being closer to Webby than his own brothers, but there were some things that he was able to talk to her about and not Huey or Louie. Specifically, about their mother. He knew Webby had an interest in the McDuck family history, and he had an interest in finding out the truth about Della Duck. Together, they made a good team — They’d make a better team with the other two involved, of course, but it was no secret that Della Duck was a delicate topic at McDuck Manor. Dewey didn’t enjoy keeping things from them, but this was a special case, which was why he and Webby took their research pretty seriously.

Tonight was one of their late nights in the McDuck library, using studying as an excuse when they were really researching more about Scrooge and Della. Dewey was starting to grow tired, but he knew Webby’s energy would help him stay up. “Any luck, dear Webby?” He asked, peaking his head around the corner to see the blonde down the row of books. “I don’t wanna say we should give up for the night, but .. I do feel like we should take a snack break soon.” @webbiigaiil​

[colincubs]

"So what now? Should we talk?" - @webbiigaiil

"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?"

[dontgiveadonald]

Although Donald had to crack down on Dewey as soon as he'd arrived at the hospital the evening of the accident, Donald didn't do the same to Webby. For one, because she wasn't his responsibility to pushish her, Beakley could do that just fine on her own, but he also didn't think Webby did anything wrong at the end of the day. No, he knew just how close Dewey and Webby were and how easy it probably was for the middle triplet to persuade the blonde to follow his lead. Donald had yet to talk to Webby since everything, but he didn't blame her or hold any hard feelings against her. He'd just been busy picking up the pieces of this mess, while giving the blonde some space considering how upset she was, too. Still on the kick of spoiling Louie after everything, which he had plenty of time to do so while between jobs, Donald came home with a big box of donuts this morning. There was plenty to go around for everyone, and as he was getting a plate to take to Louie along with a drink, he noticed Webby walking by without a word. He got her attention, calling from where he stood by the counter. "ຟē๖๖ฯ… ฯ໐น hนຖງrฯ?" @webbiigaiil

[mortyfields]

@webbiigaiil (continued from here)

“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.”

[darlasfish]

@webbiigaiil​ (continued from here)

“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.”

[slightlyconceited]

@webbiigaiil​ (continued from here)

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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“Well, yeah, you can do it alone,” Slightly admitted as he plucked the darts out of the board—bull’s eyes, all of them—and brought them back over to the blonde, “But it’s way more fun with friends. Otherwise you’re not really playing, you’re just practicing your aim, right?” He smiled and handed half of the darts to Webby, keeping hold of the other ones for himself. They hadn’t been friends for very long, but Slightly was glad he had invited her to the party, not only because she was a super interesting person he’d love to get to know better, but also because it seemed like she could do with more socializing—not in a bad way! Just…it didn’t seem like she got out much. And she deserved the chance to make a lot more friends, as many as her big ol’ heart could desire, but throwing darts alone at a party with dozens of people wasn’t really serving that goal. “I can’t believe your brothers left you to play alone,” he started teasing, his grin only growing more goofy at the thought that he wouldn’t have gotten to kiss Huey if they hadn’t gotten that uninterrupted moment together. “Shame on them!” Shame on Dewey and the third one, at least. Huey definitely gets a pass. “Do you want a dart partner? Or a…a dartner?” He snorted. It was like simply thinking of Dewey suddenly invoked his knack for puns.