Danger Lurks Behind, W/ Strangers Out To Find Ya!

The Association of Status Seekers! Part: 1

A/N: Based on OG Ducktales S 1 EP 56. Sorry this so late! You would not believe the trouble it gave me. Also advanced apologies for the turn the next couple of chapters take. Can't say if it is for better or worse!

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It was now the middle of the night, and I had gotten no sleep. Lots of things about yesterday still bugged me. I couldn't take it. I inched to the edge of the bed and pulled out the Time Turner from my backpack that I had disregarded on the floor yesterday.

I thought the design was made so only I could use the time machine. That would make most since seeing as how people in this family went rogue all the time. I turned it over in my hand. I looked at Scrooge, who was still sleeping behind me. I knew we agreed: no time travel, but he wouldn't know if I took it for a test run.

Besides, even if he did, he was the one that pushed me to take Webby to the past yesterday. He couldn't blame me for checking it. It would be quick, in and out; no adventure; no messes; and I wouldn't even look for younger Scrooge.

I grabbed my bag and ran to the bathroom. I changed and grabbed the device. Suddenly, I was in a restaurant. The booth was vibrant yellow, and the table was covered in a white tablecloth. A bowl of bread, plates and champagne glass with orange juice sat on the table and a menu blocking someone's face. It read Con Vịt, and I looked around the room. It was the twenties I guessed from the clothes and decor, high end as it all seemed to be.

The menu fell to the table. I tried not to panic. I was face to face with a younger Scrooge. Future Scrooge was still asleep. He wouldn't know I wasn't supposed to be here if I didn't let on. He wouldn't know.

"Shit." My volume got some looks from other patrons and I avoid eye contact with them and Scrooge.

(Great job.)

"Good morning to you too, Love," he said slightly offended. I straightened myself.

"Sudden stop. Are you meeting someone?" I asked, offering more explanation.

"Not particularly." He picked up his drink and I could smell the liquor even from across the table.

"Are you drinking?" I asked, and he hummed.

"The sell of alcohol is illegal, Love," he smirked, not answer the question.

"Prohibition? Seriously? Makes sense, I guess. Should end soon," I rambled.

"Well, the laws have changed so many times in the past ten years hardly anyone pays attention anymore," he shrugged, tilling the glass towards me. I shook my head and he took another sip. "It's called a Mamosa. A little sweet for my taste."

"So why the fancy restaurant?" I asked, looking around.

"Business tactic." He sat the drink down. "I figured if I want rich clients. I needed to fit into rich society."

"By drinking for breakfast?"

"It helps," he laughed. Before I could ask, he added, "Consumption of alcohol is not illegal. Though I believe this is called brunch. Preposterous really. It's just another reason to eat without feeling guilty."

"Well, if this you practicing small talk, then you're failing. Most people don't like to be insulted for their ideas." He shrugged and drank his drink.

"Ma'am," a server approached us, "there is a dress code."

A few people were watching us. They made sour faces at me and grumbled. Scrooge furrow his eyebrows and I spoke before he could.

"If I didn't pass the dress code, why did you let me in?" He didn't know how to respond to that. He floundered until Scrooge spoke up.