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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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Fracas nods. "Yeah. He figured it out... somehow. I don't even know." He shrugs a little. He can't complain, it had just surprised him at the time. A lot. But he'd encouraged the Vehicon and had been surprisingly friendly to him. That was better than he usually got and it was good enough for Fracas.

He nods slightly. "Yeah. If... if you could help cover for me with Starscream, as me not being a Vehicon, I'd. Well not the whole power core, obviously, but."

But it would be something at least, and hopefully they could both benefit from it.

Dead End simply nods, Skids was a smart bot, made sense. Probably. But there's something far more interesting in this conversation. Far more interesting and far better tasting.

Power cores.

"You'd let me have some of your energy..." It's hard to say that he isn't dubious of this, but Starscream was a pain to work with. From what he knew of the second-in-command at least. He was fortunate to not really have to work with the mech, but then again he had to deal with his team. And well that was a whole other mess.

"And just for not saying you're a Vehicon? That's it?"

Fracas figured that much. The mention of power cores getting Dead End's attention, at least. Still, offering his own up as part of a trade makes him worry slightly. It's not normal, doing that.

But. To keep himself as far off of Starscream's radar as utterly possible, it's something he's willing to do.

Fracas nods, scratching idly at his scars for a moment. "Yeah. To not be a Vehicon to him, I'll let you... have some of my power core." He's sure the price seems steep to Dead End, but nothing being an abused lackey is extremely valuable.

"If you think that's a fair trade."

"If that's the only catch, sure..."

He had mentioned Fracas' name to Starscream when the seeker had arrived, but he hadn't mentioned that Fracas was a Vehicon. In fact all he really mentioned about the other was that he was a Decepticon and his name.

Fracas doesn't need to know that bit, however.

"Are you sure you're not going to freak out on me?" Because a Vehicon not freaking out or pointing a gun at him isn't exactly common.

Fracas will probably figure that part out eventually anyway. He'll end up meeting Starscream whether he likes it or not. At least he can be prepared first, though.

Which means buying himself a little time.

"Well if it's my choice, why should I freak out? That would be awfully stupid of me." Aside from the fact that the thought of being eaten is terrifying. To say the least. But it is his choice.

"You're the Vehicon, you tell me." All of the Vehicons were touchy and skittery compared to other bots. But how would he know the whys when he wasn't one. He was a Stunticon infected by dark energon, that seemed pretty far from 'Vehicon'.

Dead End exvents and allows his wings to droop for a moment, thinking.

"I mean... Just don't come yelling at me that the deal's off later."

It would be typical though.

"That's because everyone is always trying to murder us and most of us don't actually want to die." You would be very touch-and-go too if you had to just assume all the time that someone was out to kill you, including your allies.

Fracas's wings flick and he rubs the back of his neck.

"I wouldn't. That's... not really the kind of thing I do."

Dead End doesn't assume that people are out to kill him back home. He knows people are out to kill him. The Autobots are a given, but due to his diet a good chunk of Decepticons as well. He can relate to Vehicons in that sense at least.

"You know anyone that actually wants to die?" because he didn't.

The bartender nods, although he can't fully believe Fracas is being truthful he can at least give this a shot.

"A couple. If you're looking to get out of a field assignment they'll usually switch with you. We aren't a homogenous collective after all."

He shrugs. Some are just too miserable with their lots in life... or too gung-ho to do anything but fight. Luckily people like Fracas are happy to let them take the high-risk jobs that satisfy their urges. The officers don't generally bother noticing the wrong people are with them.

"You think I'm going to freak out and hit you anyway, don't you?"

"They must leave terrible corpses..." Not at all shiny and well painted, possibly not in one piece. He can't imagine what would possess anyone to want to leave a corpse like that if they could choose.

The Stunticon shrugs, wings flitting a moment as he begins organizing things behind the bar to get his mind off the whole death thing.

"Why wouldn't I? You're still a Vehicon."

Even if he was willing.

"Well, what's that matter? They'll be dead anyway." Fracas isn't overly concerned with how his corpse might look one day. He'd rather live, all told. He looks away himself, staring into the energon for a few moments before taking another drink of it.

"I'm the Vehicon that made a deal because I know what I'm getting into. The rest didn't," he murmurs in response.

"II won't hurt you because know you won't... finish the job. It would upset people."

People like Rung. And the cops.

The bartender shrugs, it doesn't really matter, not when it came down to it. It wasn't him, so no reason to care about what kind of corpse some Vehicon left. It just wasn't the best of thoughts, and-

"Seems like a waste of good power cores."

The corpse thing could potentially happen to him - likely would happen to him, despite his efforts. And all that wasted powerful energy. A shame.

"Right... Even if I could get carried away."

Even if he's been really good at not getting carried away, even when he wants to.

"That's more what I expect from a 'Con ranked higher than me."

He knows about what Vehicons are worth to the Decepticons, really. He expects to be viewed as a resource more than as an individual.

"If you do get carried away I will fight you. But... I don't think you will. You have to have been feeding on someone, and since no one's died yet..."

Fracas would like to think that Dead End can keep that up. Even with someone like him.

Vehicons to Dead End are less of a resource, but still not quite individuals. They're those guys that are part of the team, but no one really seems to care when they just randomly disappear since there's always more to take their place.

"You might not win that you know," he shrugs. Not that he'd be trying to fully finish Fracas, but when he clamps down he doesn't just let go unless he really wants to.

"I've been feeding off of Rung... And you should know why I wouldn't want to kill him."

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