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When skies are cloudy and gray, they're only gray for a day...

WHO: Vandal and Wing
WHERE: The yet-unnamed bar at Haven’s Hub. (the rec center)
WHEN: Sometime last week, after Drift leaves for the Badlands and before the bar opens officially
WHAT: Finishing touches on the bar and decorating for the grand opening. Also friends drinking and being stupid. Probably more of the latter than the former, whoops.
WARNINGS: Vandal's mouth, and probably bad innuendo and sex jokes?

It'd been a trying time: friends lost, unseen enemies, and forces they didn't completely understand let alone how to fight. Drift's declaration of love and the following dedication between them was a shining bright point among it all, but lingering on it also brought worry alongside it: because Drift was on a dangerous mission out in the Badlands and who knew what the result would be.

But he had faith in Drift. He just needed to be patient. Keeping busy helped, a lot. Plus he'd promised Drift he'd watch after Vandal. No more friends were allowed to disappear. The bar's grand opening was coming soon and they needed to make sure everything was working properly. Plus the place needed some decoration, it was far too stark and bland the way it was currently.

And so here's Wing, seated on the floor and humming to himself, surrounded by a whole lot of junk that could be pretty or interesting with the right treatment.

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Vandal has thus busied herself with dusting off the bar itself, which is more like a floor to her. So she's taking a mop to it.

"How's it going down there, Wingbits?" She says, huffing a breath and pausing to tie her hair back into a short ponytail (odd that she can even do that now, she needs a haircut.)

"Any creative juices flowing?"

She knows the most creative juices are often the alcoholic kind.

It was nice, companionable, and brilliant in the way it distracted him from most of his other thoughts.

But it was also one of the strangest challenges he'd ever taken on.

"I wish I was an artist or sculptor, I could more interesting things with this stuff." His hands linger over what looks like a garbage can with lots of colored wiring and plastic strips dangling like streamers from it. He holds it up to inspect his work and then makes a Very Dubious Face.

Setting that creative tradgey aside, he aims for something more positive. "My really choice finds are this, whatever it is" he holds up what might be the remnants of a hot air ballon, "and this LED sign...which we need to convert the power source for."

"Did you look at the alcohol stores? That's everything I could find, I'm still shocked I found three full cases of--what was it called?--tehkeyla?"

"Yeah well. Don't look at me. I couldn't art my way out of a paper bag. I only fix shit."

She tosses the mop down to the floor and hops down one of the stools to join her winged companion.

"That's 'tequila', and it gives me an idea."

She strokes her chin, looking over the collection of scraps.

"What better for creativity than a few drinks? Just to loosen things up and let the creative juices flow and stuff."

"I bet it'd be a pretty paper bag afterwards. It'd have a Karrie-shaped hole in it afterall."

Wing grins. It's a cheesy line but he's feeling the need for lightheartedness.

"Tequila." The accent in the middle feels strange through his vocalizer, but he commits it to memory this time. "Normally I'd say we shouldn't dip into our stash before the opening...but honestly, after this past week, I think that idea sounds brilliant."

"Oh my god you are ridiculous sometimes. Jeez."

She grins in spite of that, though. What a cheese ball.

"Yep! Gotta live while you can, right? Besides, somebody has to uh... test it! To make sure it's good for drinking and stuff. Can't have defective product, now can we?"

Innocent smile.

"But you smile every time." Do the math dear, WingSillies + Vandal = Happy Faces.

"Here, here! To both suggestions. It's quite important that make sure the bar is fully functional before the grand opening. The glasses might have cracks in them or something." He shrugs, their duty is obvious.

"You doof."

Between you and Drift... what a troop of adorable dorks.

"Exactly. So. Let's do this!" She's already scampering around the bar, pulling out a few cases of vodka and some of the tequila and rum.

"Hey, that nickname doesn't go with your theme." Here's a mock-pout. There's 20 foot tall robot pouting at you Vandal.

"That is a damn fine idea." He tosses down the project he'd been working on and moves over to the bar, leaning over it to peer down at her. "You're not gonna drink all that are you?"

She can't help but laugh.

"I think you'll live."

Opening one of the crates and pulling out a bottle, she looks up at him and shakes her head.

"Hell no. Just taking one of each. For you know. Sampling."

Her laugh, it's good--no great--to hear. There needs to be more laughter in this place in general, and here in the bar, he hoped it'd be commonplace.

"Oh, I suppose."

He hops behind the bar--there's no patrons around to catch him--and roots about for some glasses. Most everything human sized is plastic since that tends to survive the trip out of the Lambda better, but there are a few real ones that can be used. He pulls out a tumbler for each of them, size appropriate.

"It is a noble thing that you do for your community Karrie." Wing is admittedly curious to try what Nexus has provided by way of highgrade for the bar.

She uses his leg as leverage to climb up to sit on the bar itself. Yeah, she's getting really good at climbing these guys. Even with a bottle in hand. Talent.

"Oh I know. We're really taking one for the team here, Wing. What would anyone do without us?" She gives him a cheeky smile and goes about fixing herself her first drink.

Wing doesn't even twitch he's so used to it. It's almost a subroutine now: she comes in contact with his EM field and he goes still, careful not to catch a finger or foot in moving machinery.

"Be horribly bored and sober?" He hits the taps for his own drink, feeling a small rush of satisfied accomplishment that this...all of this...exists now when before there was nothing.

"Exactly. Probably worse. This will be a great nation or something." She waves a dismissive hand and starts in on her first drink.

"So Wing. You think you can drink me under the table?"

Why yes, that is a challenge.

"Someday it will!" He wonders if this is something history will remember the thought is a little dismaying.

Well there's an optic ridge raising under his helm. Challenge indeed. Not that he rises to many...well, except from certain people. But this feels companionable and if it makes Vandal happy...

...but then there's the issue of the way he gets when really...yeah.

"Oh I dunno if that's such a good idea..."

She eyes him suspiciously. Bad ideas were kind of her thing, after all. Her glass meets the bar with a firm clunk and she peers at him intently.

"What makes you say that?"

Getting hammered with giant robots has been a favorite passtime since her arrival. Fort Max being the worst offender, but she's never actually seen Wing well and truly hammered.

Oh dear...she's got that look on her face. This will not bode well for him.

"Ummm..." His optics wander the room, looking everywhere but at Vandal as one finger taps on his glass. "Because when I'm really, really overcharged I get...stupid. And embarrassing. And crude." He should have left that last one out, that's probably a positive trait in Vandal's eyes. "_{And indecent sometimes...}"

The smile widens and she looks utterly delighted as he explains.

"Oh," She says, waving a dismissive hand, "That kind of thing really isn't a problem with me, Wing."

The chance to see him without the prim and proper attitude is too great to pass up.

"Come on. It's just us. And look me in the face and tell me I'd be offended. Really."

It's really quite hard to offend her. At least with that sort of thing.

"No, I suppose--I know you wouldn't." He gives a soft, slightly embarrassed chuckle.

"It's, uh, why I rarely get seriously overcharged. At least, never in public. Only around good friends, people who can handle me if I get...weird." Ones who would just enjoy it, not allow him do anything truly idiotic and let him live it down the next day.

"It...has been a long time." He huffs, then waves a hand as if casting off the security locks. "Oh alright, but if I get out of hand just...yell at me or something. I'm not hard to keep in line really."

She gives him the most sincere, pleading look. Look at her Wing, isn't she just the face of responsible decision making and reliability?

"Yesssssssssssssssss. You can count on it." She nods sagely, one hand over her heart as if swearing that she won't let absurd, reckless decisions be made is definitely her forte.

"I mean really. What's the worst that could happen, right?"

He takes one last look at her and shakes his head, utterly defeated. "This better not come back to haunt me." He points fiercely at her, but his ire is only half real. "I'm fine with being an object of amusement for a precious few, just not a laughing stock of the whole community."

If he were from Earth that'd mean 'Sure you can take pics but no posting them to Facepages.' ~~He's got to think of his political career.~~

"Don't say that, you're just begging for the worst." He lifts an optic ridge. "Need I remind you of certain awkward conversations we've had?"

"Yeeees, yes, I promise, I won't use this for blackmail purposes or whatever." She wiggles in her spot, grinning at him expectantly.

"What awkward conversations? Everything has the potential to be awkward, booze or no. Come on. Or are you afraid?" Yeah so she totally remembers all that awkward, but at the same time, she's so set on goading him into this that she's going to play dumb.

"Just do it. Do it. Do it do it do it."

"Well I suppose if it comes back to haunt me in good ways that's okay." He can imagine a few ways in which that could be true. "But no details leave this room. You can tell Drift if you want but no else--and I reserve the right to recant that later if need be."

Not he's going to be sober enough to think to do so...

"Fine, fine! Geez, you are a pushy one when you want to be," he chides playfully, then takes a ling draw off the high grade he's poured himself. "That means you too, if this is a contest."

"Finnnneee, fine. Gosh, you have your reputation to protect. Being that proper gentleman and all." She flashes him a wicked teasing grin.

"Yes. I am. I take great pride in my hardheadedness," She lifts her glass and takes a drink, raising an eyebrow at him.

"It's on, then, Sparkles."

"Karrie...I think you underestimate the degree of ridiculousness I'm truly capable of." He grins. He's joking, but not that much.

"Well all right then, I'll match you drink for drink." And because he likes to meet challenges once they are issued, he downs the entirety of his glass and lets it thunk loudly on the bartop.

"It, very definitely, is on."

"We shall see."

Okay then. If he's gonna match her drink for drink she has no problem there. She finishes off her own glass and pours another, tipping it back with no qualms.

This.

Is gonna be great.

Wing certainly tries to match her drink for drink. She's a bit more practiced at this than he is though, so it's already pretty clear who the winner will be. That stopped really mattering to him a long time ago though, and the sheer measure of laughter coming out of her makes him feel like he's a winner anyway.

"What're we even toasting to this time? The last one made NO sense!"

He's seated on the floor, since it's really just safer there than standing. For both of them.

"Um. To. To your little headfin thingers. They're cute. Now drink it."

She's not even trying anymore, the contest long since forgotten, she's three sheets to the wind, sprawled across his lap. Having given up on cups, she simply takes a drink from the bottle.

"Wing if you were king of the universe what would you do first?"

His optics do something funny, as if he's actually trying to look where she's referencing. But he seems to conclude that's absurd and starts laughing.

"You mean these?" He sits up very straight and with an overly serious look of serious concentration on his face he lets the mobile section swing back and forth, a motion not unlike flapping. Then he dissolves in little giggles before taking a healthy draw off his glass.

"King of the universe?"Wing's face scrunches up: the visual representation of deeply drunken thought. "I'd take away guns. They're rude and impersonal. And replace them with...kittens. Kittens are good. Look what they did for Whirl!"

Oh the little flap-wiggle those things just did is the most wonderful thing she's ever seen.

"Holy SHIT!" She's stifling desperate laughter about it before starting to climb him.

"Okay, that's good. Yeah, th-rude?" She finds that funny too, for some reason, reaching up to sort of slip against his face and head so she can lean over and try to figure out what the wiggle-mechanism is on his flares.

"But I guess I can get behind kittens. What did they do for Whirl? Last I checked he was still a cockmuncher. He did let me see it though so I guess he's only a minor cockmuncher. Wing do that wiggly thing again."

"Wow if I knew you were so easily entertained I would done that a long time ago." And then she's climbing him like a jungle gym.

"Kaaaarrrrie, your boots. They are DIRrty. Do you know I went two days with boot prints all over my back before anyone told me they were there?" Vandal dear, Wing has no filter right now, so you get stream of consciousness dialogue now. Enjoy! "Not that I'm vain or anything, I just like to be, ya know, presentable."

He doesn't stop her regardless of the complaint, because he really does find it enjoyable, and he'll even attempt to stop swaying while she's up there. Or is that the room doing that?

"YES rude. Loud. And I don't like the smell of the ionization." He pulls a face. "Not that my plasma blades don't leave a tang in the air too but it's cleaner at least... But Yes! Guns are also impersonal, that's why we use swords you know?" He says this like he's imparting some grand piece of knowledge and seems to be completely unimpinged by the human in his face, until she grabs for his audial flares. "Hey, be gentle those are sensitive."

"That kitten is the only thing Whirl is nice--A WHAT?" If only you could see Wing's face right now Vandal. "Wait does that mean he eats chickens or dicks?"

Wing gets caught up iin contemplating that for a second, mostly to make sure he's picked the right slang--he's learning Vandal, just for you. "Sorry, what? You mean this?" The outter section of his audial flares move again, swiveling at the middle hinge.

"Oh hush. Hush hush shoosh I'll wash you later, ok?" Just for good mesure she unclips her boots and tosses them to the floor. She has better purchase on the smooth metal in bare feet anyways.

Now she can go back to playing with his finials.

"I'm being as gentle as I can you are such a little whiner." This is punctuated with a laugh which grows when he says the word 'dicks'.

"HAHAHA oh my god did you just say that? And it means dicks. Say it again. Better yet say 'fuck'. Say like. Like 'I'm Wing, don't fuck with me.' Say it."

"Would you really?" He turns as if to look at her, forgetting that he's supposed to be still for her examination. Attention span, what is it? "I'd get Drift to do it but we'd just get distracted." That's assuming they didn't have ulterior motives to begin with. But then he gets a little sad because he wishes Drift was here, his pinions drooping.

"What!?" It comes out flat and indignant, except Wing's making a ridiculous face to go with it so it's hard to take him seriously. "I do not whine. It was...informative commentary. And they are sensitive." And in case you're considering not believing him Vandal, he'll turn and peer at you. "I can feel you breathe you know."

Yes Vandal, he keeps moving and making it difficult to do your inspection. Reminders may be necessary.

"What, dicks?" Who knew such a thing could be so funny? But then, everything is hysterical when drunk. "Karrie! That is profane!" This might sound serious and offended if it wasn't followed by sputtering laughter.

"God you guys are so damn into each other it's cute. You're both so fucking lucky. And I totally would."

Her touch turns less experimental and more tuned to comfort him.

"You can feel me breathe huh? Like I was alive or something, imagine that." But then again breathing isn't a thing they do, so she can kind of understand why it would be a point to notice.

The helm flair she was patting gets a joking tweak.

"Haha- yes. And that's kind of the point. Seriously it's just you and me here. Say whatever you want!"

"I can't help it, I have a weakness for..." A lot of things, many of which Drift is. And, wait...what was he saying? Whatever Vandal is doing now seems to make him just a little melty. He lets out a long, low chirr, his optics shuttering slightly. "I am lucky..._{and I know he'll come back...}

"Wind speed...shifts in atmospheric attributes...heat, moisture..." It comes out as a mumble, sort of sleepily, as long as you pet his flares like that. "It's most obvious when you laugh or shout though...because you're standing right there."

And then Wing squeaks, startled out of his reverie with that tweak. "F-fffffffuck. I mean--ow. What was that for?" There, how was that?

He gets a lopsided smile, barely stifled laughter.

"I'm so proud of you, baby. Your first F-bomb. God you're adorable." She pats his head apologetically, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

Her hands go back to petting, nimble fingers working into places hard to reach.

"I guess it's not really something you guys do. Breathing. In a way, I guess. But not really. I don't even think about it."

"I do aim to please." It might sound haughty if he weren't so drunk. "And thank you. You're pretty cute yourself." he does seem quite proud of himself now as well, and he makes a pleased little huff under that kiss to his forehead.

"Well, you could say we breathe but we don't respirate. Our cooling system does do air exchange, which we can take in and expel through various vents." He sounds quite matter-of-fact and especially nonchalant when he adds, "It makes kissing really easy."

"Ohhh you're just saying that." She grins, rubbing the spot she'd kissed with her thumb before sliding over his shoulder and flopping comfortably into his lap.

"I'll bet it does. You know humans can breathe through their noses, too."

Because that is totally just as good.

"That is not true!" He turns his helm slightly to peer at her. "Are you doubting the integrity of my words?!"

Oh dear Vandal, he sounds offended now. But only sort of...

He shifts slightly, making a slightly better lap for her to lounge in. "Really? I was never quite sure how it worked. Thank goodness though. That seems incredibly inconvenient otherwise!"

He takes a long draw off his drink, only to find it mostly empty. He reaches up trying to hit the tap and fill his glass from his seat on the floor...only he kind of misses and only gets 2/3s of the high grade in his glass.

"....whoops."

"Oh honey calm down."

It's great when giant robots shape their behavior to make you comfortable. She gladly nestles down a bit more in his lap.

"Yeah. I know, doesn't really seem logical, but yes."

Calmly, she watches him attempt to refill, chuckling as he makes a mess.

"Wing... maybe you've had enough."

"Aw, I was only joking actually. Well mostly. I'm sure you wouldn't really doubt me."

Wing likes to be useful, and when he's this drunk acting as furniture is about the best he can manage. That and comic relief.

"Heeeeey-hey. Watch what you're snuggling up against down there arite? Eeeesh." He's only half joking, really. And he's only half-complaining too.

"No it doesn't. Seem logical." He guesses. What where they talking about before?

"NEVER!" He kind of shouts, as if appalled she suggest that he give-up. "You're not under the table yet. Annnnd neither am I!"

"Ohhhh sorry." Someone have a problem with a squirmy human in your lap? She certainly doesn't have half the mind to stop moving though. Mostly just voices the apology.

She barks a too-loud laugh.

"No, but you're definitely plastered, you big lush!" She reaches back and tweaks the wiring in his knee-joint with a lopsided grin.

No, it's not really a problem. Well, not yet anyway.

"You are not. If you were you'd stop." Not that he really seems that put out about it. He just has a vague notion that this should really be awkward. Especially considering she's poised to notice any increase in heat in, well, certain areas.

Obviously more high grade will fix this awkwardness, right?

"Vandal why are you so LOUD?" Laughter is good though, so it's not a complaint, just an observation. And equally loud one. Almost like he's trying to make an example. Or show her up? It's hard to tell.

What were they talking about again? He's pondering this when she gives him a pinch behind the knee and he yips. "Hey now!" Something like a lopsided pout. "That's sensitive."

"You are correct." She doesn't even bother denying it. That's too much effort.

"And you're louder. Always. You're bigger. I'm just compensating." Totally makes sense. Though that's truer in a sense than she realizes.

"That's kind of the point, Wing."

Duh.

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When skies are cloudy and gray, they're only gray for a day...

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Feel free to invent junk/art that he's found if you want. XD

LOL ok <333

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lol wanna timeskip to when they're blasted?

HAHAHA YES!

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I feel like a need a drunk icon now....

LMAO yes perfect

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OMG HOW DID I LOSE THIS! D...;

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oh gawd I suck

SO DO I IT'S OK