[OPEN]

[dinnerdate]

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN All day.
WHAT: Meet the newest bartender the bar has to offer... Or complain that a vampire is working somewhere so public to other customers.
WARNINGS: None? Dead End?


He'd only been working at the bar for a month and it was already stressful. During that time Rung had been killed and come back, and there were times where he just didn't want to be mixing drinks, he wanted to be keeping an optic on the therapist - just in case. Then there were the times when he was working with Blurr. The one who had hired him and knew nothing about mixing drinks. It was frustrating and made him incredibly nervous considering the Autobot's other job was that of a cop.

How long until the universe decided to torment him again? Probably wouldn't be long really. given his luck.

Thankfully this day he was working by himself, or at least for the time being. He had time to brood inbetween orders and when things were slow, and just worry about all the what ifs and could happens. Able to just lean back behind the bar and prod at an empty cube. Anyone wants a drink and they'll call him, he's sure.

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[im_wavin]

Having two white jaguar's running around is bound to get confusing for some people, but Ravage doesn't realize that yet. He just smiles and looks behind the bar.

"Idk! What's good?" He almost never gets to drink anything high grade. Mostly because the other 'Cons back home won't let him for reasons that Ravage doesn't understand. But that's back home, and he is not back home. He had some at the party a while back, but he didn't know it was high grade at the time. Trying something on purpose shouldn't hurt, right?

[dinnerdate]

"Id...k?" Dead End's optics narrow. Whatever that means... It probably wasn't too important if the bot was asking what was good. Couldn't be, right?

Hopefully not.

"Well," he begins, wings perking slightly. "It's all on your taste preference. You like anything specific and I can probably make something to match it."

He probably could. If the bot didn't talk in more code or whatever that was.

[im_wavin]

Ravage doesn't even notices the bot's puzzlement as he looks behind the bar.

"I like all kinds of things! I wanna try something new."

He continues to look and points to one of the containers of energon. "Ooo! I wanna try that!"

It may or may not be one of the higher grades of energon and he may or may not have picked based on the bright color.

[dinnerdate]

Something new, right.

When Ravage points out what he wants, Dead End turns, optics widening for a moment. The little guy. Wants. That. Could have been worse, but that stuff was particularly strong. It wasn't often those with smaller frames ever really drank that stuff, given the punch it packed.

But, well, he was the customer here.

"You... sure you want that one?"

[im_wavin]

He nods eagerly and smiles at the larger bot, not noticing the surprise look. "Yep! I totes do!"

And this is why Ravage needs constant supervision.

[dinnerdate]

"It's pretty strong..."

Just. A little warning.

But he shouldn't argue with a customer, bad for business and bad for him in the long run. Not that he expected with his luck for this job to have a long run. Still he heads over to grab the drink and pour the little guy a cube... Maybe he should mix in something with it. Tone it down a little. Without it being noticed.

Yeah. He'll just try that and give the guy his drink.

Practically fool proof.

Maybe.

[im_wavin]

"I can totes handle it!" Actually, despite sounding confident, Ravage doesn't know if he could handle it. He's only had high grade energon on a few occasions, all of which led him to being very drunk. The little guy has yet to realize he has a low tolerance level for the stuff.

Ravage just sits patiently at on the bar, waiting for the other mech to finish getting his drink, without realizing that it was being 'watered down.' Of course the watering down is not really going to do any good for this little guy.

[dinnerdate]

Well at least he was a responsible bartender, whether it works or not.

"Alright," he doesn't really sound like he believes it, but that would be because he doesn't. As long as this doesn't somehow result in the little guy needing medical attention everything will be good.

Even if his luck is bad enough for that to happen.

"Just. Uh... Take it slow, okay?"

He's doomed.

[im_wavin]

"'K!"

Of course Ravage doesn't actually take it slow. He just sits back on his hunches, picks up the cube with his paws and drink away.

He puts the cube down and is quite for a few seconds. Then he just gets a big grin on his face before he starts hiccuping. Which is soon followed by him getting on the Link and making a post.