Nothing is for certain, as far as I can see
WHO: Jazz (andallthatme) and Optimus Prime (ichooseboth)
WHAT: Jazz needs to talk. Problem is, he doesn't have anyone to talk to.
WHERE: A bar! Somewhere!
WHEN: Sometime after this!
Jazz was usually not the type to just hit up bars arbitrarily. Well, at least not since coming to the nexus. Usually he'd be up for a drink or two- and perhaps the desire had been there a time or two, but he had too much responsibility to handle to even thing about allowing himself that luxury.
Really, the only drinking he'd done was with Ironhide.
Ironic, then, that the weapons master was the reason he was drinking now.
He couldn't just pretend that things were okay- that they were normal- because they weren't. They hadn't been for a long time, and he had finally reached the breaking point.
The lieutenant needed a distraction. He didn't even know where he was, really. He just ducked into the first bar he'd come across on his way from Ironhide's training center.
Just one drink, he'd told himself. That was who-knows-how-many drinks ago.
Now he just sat at his little table in the corner of the bar, among empty and half-empty cubes, feeling more miserable than he did when he started this venture.
WHAT: Jazz needs to talk. Problem is, he doesn't have anyone to talk to.
WHERE: A bar! Somewhere!
WHEN: Sometime after this!
Jazz was usually not the type to just hit up bars arbitrarily. Well, at least not since coming to the nexus. Usually he'd be up for a drink or two- and perhaps the desire had been there a time or two, but he had too much responsibility to handle to even thing about allowing himself that luxury.
Really, the only drinking he'd done was with Ironhide.
Ironic, then, that the weapons master was the reason he was drinking now.
He couldn't just pretend that things were okay- that they were normal- because they weren't. They hadn't been for a long time, and he had finally reached the breaking point.
The lieutenant needed a distraction. He didn't even know where he was, really. He just ducked into the first bar he'd come across on his way from Ironhide's training center.
Just one drink, he'd told himself. That was who-knows-how-many drinks ago.
Now he just sat at his little table in the corner of the bar, among empty and half-empty cubes, feeling more miserable than he did when he started this venture.