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Nothing is for certain, as far as I can see

Oct 09, 2010 23:24

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!

( Nothing is complete, nothing is concrete. )

transformers: idw | optimus prime, † transformers: 2007 movie | jazz

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ichooseboth October 10 2010, 06:14:24 UTC

Like Jazz, Optimus wasn't much of a bar-crawler.

At all. Ever.

But more recently, thanks the mess with the virus, and the disturbing group of Prime look-a-likes following him everywhere he could, well...

A drink sounded like a good idea.

After using the area around the training center to lose the guild members following him, Optimus warily ducked into the bar. Once he scoped the place out, confirming no other false-Optimii were lurking inside, he quickly ordered a cube of high grade. After dodging them for bulk of the day, he was both drained and irritated. He was about to duck down into a hidden nook to drink in peace when he noticed a certain silver mech drinking alone.

Odd, for a mech of Jazz's disposition.

Hoping he wasn't interrupting (and suddenly hopeful for a potential second set of optics to keep a look out,) Optimus approached Jazz's table, nodding in greeting.

"Jazz. What brings you here?"

andallthatme October 10 2010, 07:21:59 UTC

Jazz looked up, shuttering his optics a couple of times in confusion. His processor was becoming a little slow to... well, process things, in the wake of all the high grade.

"Optimus?" Of all mechs, what was Prime doing here? A frown tugged at the corners of his faceplates. He hasn't been gone that long, has he? No one should have sent the other mech to look for him... right?

Wait. Manners, manners. "Hi. Ah, have a seat."

ichooseboth October 10 2010, 07:31:32 UTC

"Thank you." Optimus sat down across from the other 'bot with a nod, discretely eying the discarded cubes surrounding him, and nudging a few out of the way. Someone had been having a little party for themselves.

"I'm not interrupting anything, I hope?""

andallthatme October 10 2010, 07:51:53 UTC

He gave a little grumble by way of reply, half-wishing he could just crawl into one of the empty cubes and hide for the next couple of centuries.

But Prime had asked him a question. He should answer it. Though even in his current inebriated state he knew that telling the other mech that he was having a pity party of sorts was probably a bad idea. "Nah," he said instead. "Jus'... drinkin." A pause, as he angled his head. "What're you doin' here?"

ichooseboth October 10 2010, 08:06:53 UTC

Optimus manages a rather dry chuckle, lifting up his own cube in answer.

"Having a drink, though admittedly I'm mainly hiding from those mad 'guild' people." He ducked his head slightly in embarrassment, or perhaps as though that would make a giant red and blue mech less visible in the gloom of the bar. It's clearly not a subject he likes, given how quickly he changes the subject again.

"Seems like you've been here for a while yourself."

andallthatme October 10 2010, 08:36:24 UTC

The lieutenant cocked his head a bit further, obviously thinking. Guild-? Oh, oh right. The Prime impersonators. He remembered seeing Prime's post on the network.

"Ah. Don' blame ya."

He picked up a cube and summarily drained it of its contents. Maybe he could just drink himself into a coma. That would be nice.

ichooseboth October 11 2010, 01:37:05 UTC

He just nods, finally retracting his face-mask to take a long drink of his own cube, eying the tyran lieutenant surreptitiously.

It seemed like Jazz had his own reasons for being here, considering how fast he was going through those drinks. If he wanted to discuss it, he'd bring it up, otherwise...

"So. Can you recommend a good vintage? I haven't exactly frequented this bar before." Or any other.

andallthatme October 11 2010, 05:48:12 UTC

The silver Autobot stared at Prime for a moment, as the question slid over his high grade-oiled processor only to get lost out in the unknown somewhere. He wasn't a big mech by any means, so it didn't take much of the stuff to get him tipsy- and he had long since passed "tipsy".

"How d'ya do it, Prime?" He blurted, even while some small voice in the back of his mind told him to leave well enough alone- this wasn't his Prime, and therefore it wasn't Prime's problem. It was a voice he was perfectly content to ignore.

ichooseboth October 11 2010, 06:09:24 UTC

"How do I do what, Jazz?"

Optimus blinked in mild surprise, setting his cube back down on the table. He'd been wondering if Jazz would choose to speak on what had driven him to drink himself into insensibility, but he hadn't exactly expected anything so soon.

andallthatme October 11 2010, 07:06:00 UTC

"Everythin'. All of it." Not much of an answer, really. He did have a point with that question, and it eluded him for only a moment. The lieutenant dimly realized that maybe, just maybe, he should stop with the Energon.

"How... d'ya stop yourself from gettin' too close, from gettin' involved... from..." He waved a hand as if he expected to pluck the appropriate word out of midair. "... from feelings."

ichooseboth October 13 2010, 06:40:34 UTC

He glanced down at his own energon for a moment, mentally frowning at all the associations stirred up by the question itself. Despite Jazz's drunken assertions, the question itself involved plenty of 'feelings', and he was embarrassingly blindsided by it.

"...Well. I don't. Stop feelings, that is. You just have no choice if you have a spark. If it's something you don't want - or, perhaps, can't have - then you just have to... ignore it. Or hide them away."

He frowned, giving the cube a idle spin on the tabletop, before finally meeting Jazz's optics again. "I'm hardly the best person to be asking that sort of question. Given my position, I often can't get too close. It would be...inappropriate. I would think you would have far more freedom in that regard."

andallthatme October 15 2010, 01:09:05 UTC

"It's..." More hand gestures. The word weren't coming to him quite as fast as he was used to. "Complicated." He made a face. Somehow that didn't seem like enough.

"Very complicated," he amended.

There was a long moment were he just watched Prime, his need to tell someone warring with his common sense- and his common sense was swiftly losing. He could blame the energon later.

"It's Ironhide."

ichooseboth October 15 2010, 04:57:52 UTC

"Things generally...are..." Optimus started, only to pause at the abrupt confession.

...Wait, what?

"Ah. Ironhide?"

andallthatme October 15 2010, 05:15:23 UTC

A bitter, humorless laugh escaped Jazz's vocals. "Yeah. Surprised me too."

He turned his gaze to the table, pretending to take great interest in an empty cube. "I dunno. A lotta stuff's been happenin' since I got here- a lotta stuff- and I had this revelation. All of a sudden I was tryin' to figure out how I'd gotten so close to Ironhide of all mechs."

The lieutenant shrugged, idly tracing the cube's edges with a finger. "Then everything... changed. I saw it comin', and I tried to avoid it. Fraggin' happened anyway, and now I don't think I can pretend anymore."

ichooseboth October 15 2010, 06:32:52 UTC

"I'm not surprised that it's Ironhide... Well. Okay, perhaps slightly, but mostly I'm just surprised by the topic itself. It's just...unexpected."

The fact that Jazz was coming to him for his romantic woes was the kicker, really. Optimus paused, taking a sip from his own cube, before giving Jazz a mild look.

"I can see why you're reluctant, especially if this is a recent thing. But you're both from the same universe, on the same team..." He shrugged helplessly.

"You're both good mechs. If you're close, and it's just happening on it's own anyway... Well. Unless you're here drinking because you don't want it to happen, I'm certainly not one to argue against it. Someone in this damned city should have some sort of happiness."

andallthatme October 15 2010, 22:49:55 UTC

"I suppose you got no reason to know this, but where Ironhide's from- when Ironhide's from, I'm dead. Have been for a long time. Torn apart by Megatron." That same bitterness was back in his tone, and he looked briefly up at Optimus, as though wanting to gauge his reaction, before he resumed trying to stare a hole into the bottom of his empty cube. "I want it to happen- I do. If anyone in this Primus-forsaken place deserves to be happy, it's Ironhide. But, what if we get to leave this place and just end up right where we left? I can't do that to him- I've watched him get hurt so many times already."

He cycled his intakes in a sigh, shoulders sagging. "But I'm hurtin' him anyway. He can tell somethin' ain't right, and I know him- I know he thinks he did somethin' wrong. It's my own fault."

He couldn't really keep track of what he was saying. It was all just pouring out by now. The proverbial dam had broken under too much pressure, helped along but the high grade buzzing through his systems. "I don't know what to do. I lost him once ( ... )

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