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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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"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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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