[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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[primest]

[a pause]

10 million.




...And it was the fifth war in Cybertron's history.

[HUH WOW maybe his own universe IS terrible]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[lol look at you doing math.]

...Y'know, I'm starting to think that, as a whole, Cybertronians are really just horrible. All we do is fight and destroy each other and other people.

[primest]

[WITHOUT A CALCULATOR]

I was going to argue but then I remembered there's a ancient chaos death god of Cybertronian origin waiting to eat us all.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Oh yeah. That.

[That's kind of a big deal isn't it.]

We'll have a proper debate later. Y'know, assuming we survive.

[primest]

You'd better. I'm pretty sure I'd get sectioned if I stood and started yelling at your grave because you're an idiot with terrible opinions.

[OF COURSE HE'D SURVIVE WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOOT]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[It might not be appropriate to laugh but fuck it he's doing it anyway.]

Don't worry, I'll make sure you're able to shout it right into my face.

[Drift will survive too IT IS DECIDED]

[primest]

[he doesn't say anything but downs another cube.

sorry buddy but sentinel is sort of convinced they're all going to die horribly]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift's having his own doubts about this, but if there's one thing he's good at, it's bullshitting positivity.]

Is there anyone you want to spend a little time with?

[primest]

[what's a nice way of saying 'no-one here'?]

I was... sitting on my own for a reason.

[kinda sheepish. oh my god. he has no friends and he's going to die alone. HAHAHAHAH]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[AW MAN Drift looks ACTUALLY SAD that's terrible.]

Well. If you don't mind the company of someone like me, I'm happy to stick around for a while.

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.

[primest]

[he bristles slightly, time 2 get on the defense because EW EMOTIONS]

No. Go back to Wing.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift looks like he's a bit on the apprehensive side. On the one hand, YEAH he really really wants to talk to Wing, but on the other hand, he'd feel really bad about leaving Sentinel alone. Uuugh decisions are hard.]

I... I probably should.

[BUT HE HASN'T BUDGED YET.]

[primest]

So... go?

[he honestly isn't too bothered about being left alone, anyway >:U]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift makes a sort of weird leaky tire sort of fffff noise while he considers what he should do before pushing himself unsteadily to his feet

aaand giving Sentinel a big dumb hippy drunk guy hug.]

Be careful out there.

[primest]

[that was a nice hug he doesn't get those often. which is probably obvious in how he stiffens up but ya know]

Yeah, yeah. You too.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[enjoy your hug LOSER. he straightens up and gives Sentinel a smile.]

I will. I'll see you later.

[THAT MEANS YOU BETTER SURVIVE ASSHOLE]

[deadlydoctor]

Should I order you around?

[Would that even work...?]

You are telling me.

[This is why you are the best bartender.] Merci, Deads. You don't have any last wishes or unfinished things you want to do?

♥♥♥

[deadlydoctor]

And you manage to pull it, double congrats! [He raises his cube briefly before taking a sip.] It's almost as nice as mine, that's it. Almost.

[Bless you, Drift. You are too cute for your own good sometimes.]

It seems to be working for others. And I like you despite it, if it helps any.

[dinnerdate]

...That is our job you know.

[Decepticons kill Autobots. Autobots kill Decepticons.]

You aren't always terrible.

[dinnerdate]

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


...

Friends. Right.

[dinnerdate]

I'd rather you didn't...

[He vents a sigh and stares down at the table.]

What is there to want to do? We're all going to die, so it's not like there's time for much anyway.

[raceme]

Yeah I know. I know it very well.

[No there is no killing allowed on the Autobot's part in Blurr's world!!!]

That's almost a compliment coming from you. Thanks.

[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.

[deadlydoctor]

Fine, I won't. Because you asked nicely. [He's all about politeness.]

You might be right this time, who knows. And exactly because of that you should at least try to get something done. There's nothing quick you would like to do before meeting your creator? Nothing at all?