[OPEN]

[dinnerdate]

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN All day.
WHAT: Meet the newest bartender the bar has to offer... Or complain that a vampire is working somewhere so public to other customers.
WARNINGS: None? Dead End?


He'd only been working at the bar for a month and it was already stressful. During that time Rung had been killed and come back, and there were times where he just didn't want to be mixing drinks, he wanted to be keeping an optic on the therapist - just in case. Then there were the times when he was working with Blurr. The one who had hired him and knew nothing about mixing drinks. It was frustrating and made him incredibly nervous considering the Autobot's other job was that of a cop.

How long until the universe decided to torment him again? Probably wouldn't be long really. given his luck.

Thankfully this day he was working by himself, or at least for the time being. He had time to brood inbetween orders and when things were slow, and just worry about all the what ifs and could happens. Able to just lean back behind the bar and prod at an empty cube. Anyone wants a drink and they'll call him, he's sure.

Comments

[furryfarkinfiend]

"..Doubt you'd have anything I'm familiar with, from my space I mean so let's go with a beer of any sort? Earth stuff, weird tastin' but it'll do," Rocket says with a shrug, resting his paws on the counter afterwards.

"Didn't think you'd have much for us but fark do I need something."

[dinnerdate]

"Beer," he repeats with a nod. He could definitely check if they have any of that stuff.

"If it tastes bad why go with it?" Dead End calls back a question as he shuffles through the thugs the bar has to offer, looking for one of those beer things. When he finally found something that seemed to match what he was looking for he carefully picked it up and set it down in front of the furry thing.

"Anything that needs to be done with it? Never really served an organic before."

[furryfarkinfiend]

Rocket's tail flicks as the other goes searching for the beer, a soft snort escaping the raccoon as one paw slips away from the counter so he can wave it a bit.

"Because it's the only other thing I'm familiar with, mate. Our leader back home, Star Lord, was from Earth and was real fond of the farkin' stuff. Introduced him to better--stronger things though," Rocket mused with a bit of a smirk, ears perking as Dead End returned with a bottle.

The raccoon snagged it as he shook his head, taking a sip of it carefully.

"Nah, it's fine like this, mate."

[dinnerdate]

Familiarity is certainly a decent reason as to why someone would pick a drink they don't particularly like. Especially when organics didn't have too many choices on the planet.

"You'll have to tell me about this other stuff," he says as he gets comfortable, taking a look around and making sure that no one else needed him.

"I could try and find some, see if we could have a bigger stock for you organics."

Try when Rung was busy and he wasn't working that is. But not when he was being a guard of a companion to Rung. When things were okay and he wasn't going to be in danger. He could look then.

[furryfarkinfiend]

Rocket sets his drink down, snorting softly as he points at the other.

"Mate, the stuff I've had would make you Cybertronian lot beg for more. It's some of the best booze that I've ever tasted!" he muses, waving his paw a bit now as his tail flicks about happily.

"The Inhumans are a lot that know how to make some good booze too, let me tell you. They gotta be though since they're all so strange in their genetics and all that farkin' stuff. Need strong stuff to effect some of them and boy do they farkin' have it."

[dinnerdate]

"Well, uh..." he blinks at the small creature, not quite sure what to think of what's being said. It's for one reason mainly, "I don't think we can drink your stuff."

Or at least he'd never had anything organics consumed... while not in that varren body. Maybe some bots could, but not as though he knew who could and couldn't and he certainly wasn't going to try any. Power cores and the occasional high grade and energon was good enough for him.

Still it must be some good stuff for the little guy to be praising it so much. Perhaps if they could get some the other organics would appreciate it as well.

"Who are the Inhumans?"

[furryfarkinfiend]

"Probably can't. Shame, mate. Really."

But he can't drink your stuff either so it's all good.

Taking another sip of his beer, Rocket's ears perk a bit at the question and he lowers the bottle, nose twitching slightly.

"They're this race that the Kree pretty much invented when they were doing stuff to humans, way back when. Genetically modified them and stuff like that, turned them into superpowered individuals that later started callin' themselves the Inhumans. Weird lot. Their leader has this voice that can destroy a city if he even whispers."

[dinnerdate]

The bartender rubs an arm, "I guess so." He's not too sure he'd care enough to try organic stuff if he could.

As the furry organic thing tells its story with a bunch of words that he has no clue about, his wings raise slightly, optics widening.

"He can destroy cities by whispering?"

If there are organics that can do that... well he's just thought up a few hundred new ways he could possibly die.

"That's... They sound interesting."

Don't mind that wing twitching. He's fine.

Really.