[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.]

[dinnerdate]

Right.

[Excuse him a moment, while he makes up and serves the most bitter drink he can.]

It doesn't matter what kind of frame I have... It doesn't mean I can do anything against him.

[raceme]

[DEAD END YOU ARE A JERK. Blurr takes a sip and regrets it immediately, putting the drink aside and giving DE a resentful look.

No more mr.nice guy.]

...no, you probably can't. So I guess this is your place.

[dinnerdate]

[Wings droop.]

Right... So here I am.


[He mixes up another drink and puts it on the counter. There, have a sweet drink, Blurr. Not that he's sorry for the first one.]

[raceme]

[Don't try to pull the cute door wing thing now, It won't work.7
Probably.]

Hm...[He stares at it as if it's going to jump and bite him. After a few seconds he decides to finally give it a try.]

Ah, much better. [A pause.] Thanks. You really are good with those, who taught you?

[dinnerdate]

[Well he's keeping those wings drooped. Deal with it.]

My boss. And when you work in a bar and want to avoid getting threats from customers for bad drinks, you learn fast.

[raceme]

[He's going to ignore them so, there.]

And who was he? [Blurr's curious, that's all.] Yes that sounds like a good reason to learn.

[dinnerdate]

[Good, because he's keeping them like that.]

What does it matter? He was an aft.

[raceme]

[:| Jerk.]

Ah, one of those, uh? My last boss turned out to be a problem too.

[dinnerdate]

Seems like a lot of bosses are like that.

[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.

[dinnerdate]

It is the last chance. We're all going to end up dead, and can't really drink when that happens.


...

Friends. Right.

[neverputincharge]

We won't know till we try, Deads. We've fought plenty of scrap here already.

Yeah, friends. Don't say it like you don't believe it.

[dinnerdate]

Nothing like this... And I'm not sure if I do.

[neverputincharge]

I fought Unicron twice back home...he wasn'tthis big, though. [He came close, though, with those avatar things.]

Then consider me a friend.

[dinnerdate]

We're doomed.


...I. Really?