[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.

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[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.