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[OPEN] drink yourself dead

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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[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.]

[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?

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.

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.]

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?

I have an exceptionally good record when it comes to survival. I'm not worried about myself.

[It's everyone else he's fretting over, because he's a worrier. Uuugh.]

But yeah, first time.

That's a good trait to have, I think we both share it.

[That other 'worrying over everyone' trait, he doesn't have. He does care about certain people, though.] And we both already talked about past mistakes we regret, so tell me know, is there something you regret not doing? Thee might be still time.

There are people that I feel deserve that sort of luck more than I do, but it is what it is, I guess.

[Wow that was negative huh. moving on.]

Things I regret not doing?

[Drift had to stop and think about that. He swirled the liquid in his cube idly as he thought.]

Sure, I guess. It mostly feeds into all the things I regret doing, though. Not following certain advice, things like that.

Oh cut it off with the self pity. I have enough with dead End. I got it, you are a great, non selfish guy, now stop it. Does anybody here know how to have a semi good time before our lives end in a terrible painful way, or what?

[Sheesh Drift, just stop. Knock Out sounded more than a bit stressed. He's going to get himself a new glass of energon, it's a good thing that there's a lot in the table.]

That's all? There must be something else. Or someone.

Was I being too dramatic? Sorry, I wasn't really going for self pity.

[Drift gives Knock Out a weak smile before finishing off the contents of his cube and setting it aside.]

I guess I'd always regretted not thanking Wing for everything he'd done for me before he died, but he's here now, and I've had a chance to do that. There's more that I could say to him, but I don't know how to bring any of it up.

I suppose I also regret never being able to come to terms with who I am, or who I was. I'm not really at peace with myself, on a spiritual level. I'm not ready to die.

It's alright, I forgive you because you are too pretty to be mad at you for long.

[He's half joking, half serious. Meh, Knock Out has nothing to lose so he flirts. The medic smiles in return.]

If sure you can find a way, even if it's hard. A drink might give you courage. [U NO TOUCHING YOUR CUBE, MATE. WHY?]

I'm not sure if I am ready, I just know I don't want to. [He takes a long sip of his drink.] But we can work on your problem. You are angry with your past self?

[Drift lets out an amused snort. Okay the flirting is kind of funny. also HIS CUBE IS EMPTY NOW KNOCK OUT THIS IS A PROBLEM maybe you should FIX IT.]

I think I've had enough to drink. [He totally hasn't.]

This probably isn't the best time for psychology, but whatever, if the world's about to end anyway... Yeah, I guess I am. There's nobody I hate more in this universe or any other than myself. I've been trying to come to terms with it, and I think I've really made some progress.

But it's hard.

[The flirting is always a good thing. See it as praising, Drift. AND NO WORRIES, he's more than happy to fill that again for you. Cheers~]

Is that so?

It might be the last time, if it's of any consolation. [He knows it isn't.] You can admit that to yourself, it's a step. What do you think you need to do to be able to forgive yourself?

Trust me, I know.

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[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.

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?

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

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

Not everything has to have a point. Besides, we are still alive. [He's going to bump his drink with yours, even if you don't want it.] Cheers~

Not for much longer.

[Dead End simply vents a sigh, and downs his own drink. They aren't making it out of this alive.]

Let's make good use of our time then. [Why do you think he's here drinking?] Your first time facing Unicron, I take it?

Drinking is the best use of your time?

...Facing something other than his blood, yeah.

Do you want me to go around panicking because my life might be ending in less than a day? I already did all the other things I had to do. There's no one in the clinic, things are taken care of...besides, you are here working, so don't judge me.

Lucky. Is the third time for me. The first time I was in a safer place, but still. the second one was a nightmare.

I'm here working because what use would I be elsewhere? I was infected by him already, I doubt I could help.

Lucky? You're the one with the luck if you've already survived two encounters with him.

And since that's a thing, are you sure he can't control you?

Yes, I am so blessed. [The sarcasm, it burns.]

I- I'm not sure. He might... Can't say I've ever met him before.

You could have died one of the first times you ran into him.

Then just in case, don't move from here.

I wish I never met him in the first place. [Dead Ennnnnd his cube is empty now.]