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re_alignment_logs2013-05-18 11:12 pm
dinnerdate) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-05-18 11:12 pm
[OPEN]
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.
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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"Not... not too many. But it's happened a few times." And all he ever did was try or think about eating someone...
Well actually he got some threats too because of his general creeping about.
"Autobots don't really... Like me."
And that Vehicon that had been around for a while before whatever happened to him. It was a shame really. He would have been nice to eat - if he hadn't pointed a gun at his head.
"I'm used to it though," he attempts to lighten the mood.
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"Well, that's Autobots for you. They get really touchy about things, all in all."
Especially when those things are less than savory. Whether it was eating someone or taking parts from corpses to be used later.
"Ah, maybe someday folks'll cool their jets about it, huh? It's not like you've been acting like others we've had around here."
From what he knows. Positives!
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"Yeah, they do... Decepticons generally aren't much better." Even if he is one.
Dead End shakes his head, doing his best to perk his wings back up despite the fact that he'd like to go and brood for a while.
"I don't think so," he sighs. Even if he wasn't some big bad or someone that was going around trying to murder everyone, he wouldn't be spared any hate. Things would be the exact same as they were back home.
Mostly.