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andallthatme in axiomnexuslogs

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?"

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