[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

[primest]

Yaaay!

[it's small and there's no enthusiasm in it, obviously.] I bet what we need isn't even here. This seems like the sort of thing you'd throw the Allspark at and pray for it to do the job for you.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift groans and just buries his face in his hands uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.]

This is like, an Optimus Prime level problem. Why don't we have any Optimus Primes laying around? How is it we had like, thirty seven Starscreams and Ratchets and not one Optimus Prime?

[primest]

[FFFFFFFFF ALTERNATE UNIVERSES]

What the frag could someone like him even do? Yell at it? Maybe fail to throw his axe high enough to scratch one of those hand-things?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I don't know, maybe use the Matrix somehow? I mean, I don't know what your Optimus is like, obviously but... The one I know, I bet he could have done something. At the very least we would have gotten an inspiring speech by now. "'Til all are one", that's how it would have ended. All the really good ones ended like that. Rodimus, though. he was always over doing it...

[wow what a weird time to start feeling homesick. Drift clumsily reaches for another cube. stop him sentinel he's drunk and rambling ughhhh]

[primest]

He's-- not like that. I don't think we have a Matrix.

[oh gross why is sentinel feeling homesick for his optimus ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING.]

...They do have an affinity for overly long speeches though, don't they?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[BLUGH EW FEELINGS actually drift likes feelings no blugh ew on his end]

I admit, I kind of liked the speeches. They didn't usually drag on too long, and he always knew exactly what to say to get everyone's sparks in the right place.

[ho ho Drift sips at his cube thoughtfully.]

You know who else was really good with his words? Megatron. Horrible person, obviously, but I have to give him credit where it's due. That guy could work a crowd.

[primest]

I think if you met the Optimus I know, you wouldn't be saying he knew exactly what to say.

[he takes another drink, shrugs.] I never did like that 'Autobot machine' speech. Probably because half of it is telling you you're a cog.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Sounds like he was going for like, a teamwork thing? I don't know, I'd have to hear it.

[primest]

Yeah, because I like to motivate the people under my command by calling them cogs.

[a beat.] I'm pretty sure Jetfire or Jetstorm would just start laughing...

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I dunno, I mean, I can think of worse things to call people.

[primest]

Mm. [ANOTHER DRINK.]

Imagine a speech where it was "rusty hatch sucking malfunction"...

[guess who is now tipsy.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift snorts, laughing like an asshole because apparently BOOZE MAKES SENTINEL FUNNY]

My last captain, right? If it weren't for me writing all his speeches, they totally would have come out like that.

[primest]

[wow rude his humour is 100% all the time.]

Primus! Who was he? That sounds like... some Brawn level slag.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

His name's Rodimus. Used to go by Hot Rod, but it's not the same Hot Rod as the one already here. I mean, he was more than just my captain, he's my best friend.

[Aaaand then there's the whole awkward silence realization of something awful thing.]

I may never see him again. Or anyone, I guess.

meta tag meta tag

[primest]

[sentinel just leans back against the chair and stares at the ceiling. he's been dealing with that every day since he arrived, bruh.]

Mmmm. Anyone else might say that the friends you've made here make it all worth it but... I don't think that's true. Sure, I've known you guys for a year now but it's nothing compared to the ones I had for thousands of years.

This is it, any chance we had for any friends we wanted to see fall through that afthole in the sky and now we're gonna die via giant ancient chaos god.

[WOW SENTINEL AREN'T YOU A BRIGHT RAY OF SUNSHINE]

I read that as MEAT TAG and was very confused

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Normally Drift would try to accentuate the positive, maybe try to spew some hippie bullshit about positive energies and auras and shit and how YOUR FRIENDS WILL IN YOUR SPARK FOREVER but no, fuck that. He had too much high grade in his system to be unrealistically upbeat right now.]

For what its worth, I'm glad I had a chance to meet everyone here, but you're right.

At least I got to see Wing again. I'm... really grateful for that much.

beat the meat

[primest]

[oh god for you you got to see YOUR friends again ugh]

At least one of us got closure.

[he's totally jelly]

well ok

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[GOD way to make Drift feel guilty about something GOOD happening to him 8(]

I... sorry.

[WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT. WHAT DO YOU SAAAAAY.]

[primest]

[HUEHEUHUEHEUEHEU]

Ehhhnn, don't be. Seriously, I'm glad you got to commiserate with Wing again. I mean... whatever you had to commiserate over.

[sentinel is slightly nicer when he's half hammered, amazing.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

It was a little more positive than that.

[BUT HEY GOOD EFFORT SENTINEL]

[primest]

[there's a pause.]

You should... go be with him. Not in this bar.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[DRIFT ALSO PAUSES, like he's just realized the most OBVIOUS THING EVER.]

Slag, you're... you're right. I didn't even mean to stop in here for so long.

[primest]

[he snorts]

Idiot.

[his heart's not in it, though. go, just leave him to be alone ;_;]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[OH HE'S GONNA. maybe. He makes like he's going to stand up, but stops himself.]

Are you... Are you going to be okay? I mean, I can stay a little longer, I think. I might need time to sober up, anyway. Before I talk to him.

[primest]

[uuugh THIS IS TOO MANY EMOTIONS]

What? Of course I'll be fine. Why wouldn't I be? [a beat and he stumbles on his words a bit, both due to the energon and because he doesn't really want to know the answer to that and REGRETS ASKING] Uhh, straight oil can be. Good for sobering up.