[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]

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.

[deadlydoctor]

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

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

[dinnerdate]

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.

[deadlydoctor]

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.]

[dinnerdate]

I'll try.

[He's not making any promises though.]

It's a bit late for that.

[Don't worry about it Knock Out, he's on the job still! And with that he dashes off and returns with more drinks. Better?]

[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?

[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.

[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?

[dinnerdate]

Thank you.

[He does appreciate it.]

Nothing here... Nothing I can think of.

[deadlydoctor]

[Knock Out pokes Dead End's forehead, punctuating each word.]

Than.think.some.more.

[dinnerdate]

[Oh.]

I... Should there be something I think of?