[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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Comments

[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.

[raceme]

Mine turned out to be a Decepticon...[he's going to drink half of that cube now, thanks.]

Do you think I'm a problem?

[dinnerdate]

...What's wrong with Decepticons?




I. Maybe. Sometimes.

[raceme]

Here? nothing. But back in my world he tried to kill me and almost succeded.

Only sometimes? [That's actually better than he was expecting.]

[dinnerdate]

...That is our job you know.

[Decepticons kill Autobots. Autobots kill Decepticons.]

You aren't always terrible.

[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.

[dinnerdate]

Don't read too much into it. I still don't trust you.

[raceme]

It's kind of relieving to know that something never change, even during the possible apocalypse.