[OPEN] drink yourself dead

[dinnerdate]

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN After that big news about Unicron coming is dropped. What fun.
WHAT: Everyone's doomed. We're all gonna die. Why not drink until you can't remember that fact!
WARNINGS: None?


[Well this was it. This was the end of everything, and of course he'd end up back just to see it. What could any of them do against someone like Unicron? Unicron was the reason he ate people, and that hadn't even been on purpose! Yeah, there was nothing any of them would be able to do... And that wasn't even thinking about how his glyph had been acting odd and making him feel a bit off. He'd just stick inside the bar, making drinks until they all died. Not like he'd be much help anywhere else. Maybe it would get his mind off the incoming doom.

Probably not though.]



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THE BAR

[dinnerdate]

[Take up a seat right at the bar and order some drinks! Maybe talk to the person sitting next to you, or just tell that neon bartender all your woes. You're all going to die anyway, might as well while you still can.]

[raceme]

[Blurr only came to the bar to make sure everything was alright before going out and joining the FirsForged's fight against Unicron. He was more than a bit surprised to find it so..,full of life all of sudden.]

...Dead End?

[dinnerdate]

[If Dead End could be choosy about who he wanted around for the end of the world, Blurr would not have been on that list. They didn't get along, and though that was likely his fault he wasn't about to just change now.]

Blurr... Want something?

[raceme]

[They can both try to make an exception given the circumstances.] I shouldn't but...yes, please.

You are going to be working until the end?

[dinnerdate]

What do you want?

[While he would normally know what everyone usually drinks, Blurr was a different case. Don't get along with the bot, don't remember what he drinks.]

And what else can I do? It's not like I'm useful for anything else.

[raceme]

I'll let you choose. As long as it's not too bitter I'm okay with it.

[Somehow he's not surprised. Blurr doesn't drink all that often either.]

You could fight if you wanted, your body is made for it. [He knows you have the same frame type as Wheeljack, can't fool him here pal.]

[neverputincharge]

[He shouldn't be here, really. Whatever Solus would have him and the others doing in the core will probably be important. He shouldn't be drunk.

Then again, it took a hell of a lot to get him drunk.

So here he was. Possibly last chance to hang out with peopl, right?]

[dinnerdate]

[Finishing up an order, Dead End scoots his way down to the side of the bar Bulkhead is on.]

Bulkhead, can I get you anything?

I-I assume Bulk has a regular he orders. xD

[neverputincharge]

[He'd found a seat and gotten comfortably, absently watching those in the bar. Interesting how they seemed to all have thecsame idea. Dead End's voice draws his attention back to the bar, and it's tender, however.]

Hey Dead End. Uh....just the usual for right now.

even if he didn't deads would remember every drink he'd ever ordered. like a stalker

[dinnerdate]

[Dead End nods, preparing the drink and setting it on the bar.]

Last drink before we all die, huh.

Works for me!

[neverputincharge]

[He nods in thanks as the cube's set down. He picks it up, swirling it for a moment as he speaks.]

Yeah, figure this might be the last chance to enjoy the place and get a good drink, you know?

Last chance to hang out with friends.

TABLES/BOOTHS/STUFF

[dinnerdate]

[Decided to drag a few friends with you for one last drink? Well grab a table and try and have a little fun while you still can!]

[deadlydoctor]

[Is anybody surprised to see him here, really?

If he has to face the end of the world for the third time he at least wants to have some drinks first.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift hadn't really intended to stop by the bar at all, but he figured a quick peek in to see if anyone he knew was around was probably a good idea, given the circumstances. Seeing Knock Out in here wasn't all that surprising, but still.

Drift stepped lightly up to Knock Out's table, resting his hands on it as he looked the medic over.]

This isn't really the best time for a drink, is it?

[deadlydoctor]

Actually, this is the best time for a drink. or a dozen. [He smiles at Drift and raised his cube before emptying it. Then he pours himself another one.] Don't worry, I'm not getting drunk. I need more than a few cubes, even if this is high grade.

[He offers the new filled cube to Drift.] It's rude to refuse.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I shouldn't, I need to...

[Drift sighed, shrugging and easing himself into a seat. A few minutes wouldn't kill him. He took the cube and drained half of it in one go. Ugh ugh the end of the world is stressful okay.]

[deadlydoctor]

Might be your last chance, don't waste it complaining.

[You get used to it after a while.] You act like this is the first time you saw Unicron. It is?

[dinnerdate]

[It isn't hard to spot Knock Out when he makes his way into the bar, and Dead End is quick to make up the sports car's favorite drink. Why head over and ask what the other wants, when he already knows the most likely choice Knock Out is going to make. Once he's done dealing with orders, he grabs the drink for the other Decepticon and heads over, placing it on the table.]

Knock Out.

[deadlydoctor]

Oh, you are a blessing my friend. [He scoops up the cube with a pleased look on his face. He's surprised that DE remembers his favorite drink at all, he didn't knew he cared. Then again, he probably didn't but was good at doing his job.]

Let's make a toast. For...well, us. Why not?

[dinnerdate]

[Dead End blinks at the request of sorts. A toast? Why bother?]

What's the point? It's not going to help us.

BEST PLANET DEFENDERS

[primest]

[the best way to fight an ancient chaos god is clearly to ignore the call to arms and go sit in the bar.

he's thinking up a battle plan, really. that's what all those datapads scattered across the booth table are. there's a few unrelated ones like "how i met your programmer" and "#2C3539 and fifty related shades", but most of them are boring strategy and survival skills for dummies.

there's also a reasonable pile of cubes. maybe sentinel didn't want to spend what was probably their last few days alive alone in his room.

maybe.]

OH TOTALLY

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[well Drift WAS on his way out, but the CHIN caught his eye. He paused next to Sentinel's table and picked up one of the datapads (because apparently he was a smidge on the tipsy side and forgot what manners were), squinting at it.]

...Isn't this pornography?

[Sentinel what are you reading.]

[primest]

What? No! Why would I be reading pornography at a time like this?!

[it's just a colour listing that slipped into his pile, really.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift holds it up with both hands and just stares at it. his optics aren't focusing very good okay it's all the high grade]

What're you doing in a bar at a time like this?

[Yeah like Drift has room to talk.]

[angleofscience]

He'd be outside with his drink staring at the thing coming through if this didn't remind him of another situation, so instead he's going to sit in here and turn his drink between his hands.]

... Supposedly repeatable, but no proof of that...

[And yes, he's muttering to himself.