Arcee almost giggles drunkedly. Well what do you know? They were right! We could just end the war by sticking us in a room
She scoffs. Sure...
The bartender comes back with a few cubes. "Say lady are you sure this little guy should be drinking this stuff? I remember a couple cubes of this knocking out Starscream at one point!"
"Starrscrream's a lightweight," Ravage growled, his head nodding faintly as he began to slur his words to a small degree. "Vain cowarrd couldn't...couldn't hold nothin' in terms of enerrgon to mass rrashoes. Know what I'm ssayin'?"
The Danse Macabre CodexVezon stroked his chin thoughtfully as he watched the pair descend into inebriation. "A drink that kills off parts of the brain, yet people will keep on drinking..." He muttered to himself. "Whoever invented that must be the greatest assassin who ever lived."
edited 7th Feb '11 11:21:23 PM by LizardOfAus
And a Strange Figure Emerges.When he awoke, he was in the Common Room.
"Huh...oh yeah, so that wasn't a dream..."
And noticed the Blind Date challenge happening on the TV.
"...Huh, this is actually pretty entertaining."
And then just sat there, watching with great interest.
Galen Marek went through the portal with the rest of the Champions. When he noticed the cameras, he shook his head. He sunk to the floor like a marionette that had its strings cut. He sat there on the floor, slowly disassembling and reassembling his lightsaber, changing its Crystal.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Ravage waved a dismissive paw at the bartender and muttered something unintelligible under his breath. The Predacon lifted his energon cube to take another drink, but he overcompensated and wound up tipping the cube over. He yowled as its contents spilled over him, soaking into the fur of his techno-organic components and making it cling to him.
"Slag," he muttered, and began to wring himself out.
edited 8th Feb '11 8:17:24 AM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexArcee laughs. I thought you Predacons could take more drinks than that! 1 more and you're out like a human lightbubbb!!
The Doctor turns to Vezon. "That drink is called alcohol on Earth. People drink it even though it's dangerous. It also seems to free hidden emotions. It's been sad I'm a sad drunk."
"Oh, yeah? Trrry talkin' like that when your glassss big as you are, toots."
The Danse Macabre CodexGalen quipped in. "I once met someone in a bar. He was drunk. I flipped the table in his face; I needed him, and fast. Then the whole Imperial Army descended upon us."
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home."It is, of course, much more interesting to talk with you than to watch that... horridness. Oh, and I believe we weren't introduced. I am Galen Marek, codename 'Starkiller', Jedi Knight." He bowed.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home."Awww, they're just going to drink and insult each other? (When did this turn into one of my dates?) You know what this means folks... time to SPIIIIIN THE (other) WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLL!!"
-Cinammon spun the (other) wheel, which landed on 37-
"Looks like we got a good old fashioned Bar Brawl on our hands folks! Let's give Ravage a hand in getting it started..."
-Ravage felt his hand clench into a fist of it's own volition, and without warning he flung a punch directly at Arcee-
"Ravage one, Chivalry zero!!"
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Due to the rather large height difference
◊ between the Predacon and the Autobot, Ravage's fist impacted with Arcee's bicep (or equivalent thereof) with a loud but otherwise insignificant CLUNK.
The panther blinked. "That was unusual and entirely involuntary, but what the Pit."
Ravage's tail flicked out, knocking over his energon cube and spilling what little fluid remained on the next Transformer over.
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"Indeed, much as I'm loathe to admit it," the Predacon growled, steadily wearing a rut into the bar's surface from all that finger-drumming.
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