time to drown our sorrows

Aug 24, 2011 22:57

who ; Sarah Connor & CLU
what ; They've just had a very close encounter with two twenty-foot robots. It's time for a drink.
where ; a nondescript bar in a nondescript zone
when ; after this
warning(s) Drinking, angst and roboracism.

Sarah still hadn't forgiven Ratchet for scooping the both of them up like dolls and carrying them off when suddenly she found herself deposited gently on the ground, who knew how far away from Barricade and the scene of their misguided attempt on the mech's life. Ratchet rumbled something about "idiotic humans" and "don't even think about trying that again" and stomped off, the ground shaking slightly as he went, and Sarah found herself staring dumbly after him in a mix of anger, confusion and humiliation.

"...holy fuck," she murmured, leaning against Clu's lightcycle for support. "It really wasn't a Terminator."

She shook her head, trying to clear it.

clu | (au), sarah connor

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