[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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THE BAR

[dinnerdate]

[Take up a seat right at the bar and order some drinks! Maybe talk to the person sitting next to you, or just tell that neon bartender all your woes. You're all going to die anyway, might as well while you still can.]

TABLES/BOOTHS/STUFF

[dinnerdate]

[Decided to drag a few friends with you for one last drink? Well grab a table and try and have a little fun while you still can!]

[raceme]

[Blurr only came to the bar to make sure everything was alright before going out and joining the FirsForged's fight against Unicron. He was more than a bit surprised to find it so..,full of life all of sudden.]

...Dead End?

[deadlydoctor]

[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.]

[dinnerdate]

[If Dead End could be choosy about who he wanted around for the end of the world, Blurr would not have been on that list. They didn't get along, and though that was likely his fault he wasn't about to just change now.]

Blurr... Want something?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[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?

[dinnerdate]

[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.

[deadlydoctor]

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.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

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.]

[deadlydoctor]

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?

[deadlydoctor]

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?

[dinnerdate]

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

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

[raceme]

[They can both try to make an exception given the circumstances.] I shouldn't but...yes, please.

You are going to be working until the end?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

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.

[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.

[deadlydoctor]

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.

[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.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

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.

BEST PLANET DEFENDERS

[primest]

[the best way to fight an ancient chaos god is clearly to ignore the call to arms and go sit in the bar.

he's thinking up a battle plan, really. that's what all those datapads scattered across the booth table are. there's a few unrelated ones like "how i met your programmer" and "#2C3539 and fifty related shades", but most of them are boring strategy and survival skills for dummies.

there's also a reasonable pile of cubes. maybe sentinel didn't want to spend what was probably their last few days alive alone in his room.

maybe.]

[deadlydoctor]

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~

[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.

[dinnerdate]

Not for much longer.

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

[deadlydoctor]

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?

[dinnerdate]

Drinking is the best use of your time?

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

[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.