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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?"

ichooseboth October 16 2010, 06:38:45 UTC

"I may have heard something like that, a long while ago, but I never heard the details..."

He winced internally, but that helped things make a lot more sense at least. ...As much as suddenly becoming some sort of a romance counselor to the drunken tyran could, he thought with some bemusement.

Vaguely, Optimus felt he could relate. He certainly wouldn't want to get attached to someone, only for it to be doomed the moment they returned to their own universe.

Ouch. No wonder Jazz had been drinking.

Stifling a sigh, the Prime sat down his own cube to reach across the table to give the smaller mech a slightly awkward pat on the shoulder. The Tyran wasn't one of his own mechs, nor was he as close to him as he was Ironhide, but still, the 'bot seemed like he could use some encouragement.

"Well... Normally, I would say you can't worry about what could happen, and just focus on what you both want. But as this city seems to forever break all the rules... The only logical solution is to keep that sort of future from coming to pass at ( ... )

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