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[thing4telepaths]

Who: Scott and OPEN
When: July 25. Evening.
Where: In a bar in the city.
Summary: Scott needs a drink. Your character might too. Time for a team up/crossover drinking style.
Warnings: Language, depending on who shows up.
Format:I'm okay with whatever.

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[hellcommander]

To say Hiruma was having a bad day was the understatement of the century. While putting up posters he'd suddenly sprouted a set of tits and a vagina to match. His (well, her) friends had mocked her, her equally genderswapped sensei dragged her off to investigate the source of the problem (no dice on that) and the manager had forced her to go, ugh, shopping for some more decent clothes.

Those clothes were of course simply bras and a new pair of fitting pants, but hey, she was clothed, she could go out in public now. And she needed a stiff drink.

Quickly flashing a fake ID to the bartender, she took a seat at the bar and groaned out an order of vodka and something or other. Sirius would call her when he was ready to drink with her. She wanted to get in a few before he got there.

Of course, when an attractive young blond walks into a bar, she's bound to get a few looks. Though one potential suitor ran screaming out of the bar when Hiruma flashed her pearly whites over the drink.

[thing4telepaths]

Scott glanced over at the blonde that sat down at the bar. He saw her flash the teeth but you teach at Xavier's long before things like that didn't even phase you. You also didn't teach there long without being able to spot a few other things as well.

"There's no way you're old enough to drink," Scott said to the girl, making sure to keep his voice down enough so that the bartender wouldn't overhear.

[hellcommander]

The Japanese girl growled a bit and folded her ears, looking at this new person with a glare that could shatter glass. "Yeah? No one seems to be complaining. And when you've had a day like mine, even a 10 year old would deserve a fucking drink, alright?"

She growled again and sort of rested her face on the bar, looking through her red drink apathetically. "Kekeke, but then again, no one here is having a good day. Something either fucking sucky happened or they're looking for some action. Which are you, fucking shades?"

[thing4telepaths]

"Really, you've had that bad of a day?" Scott said, turning to face her. He highly doubted the girl had nearly half as bad a day as she thought. He'd dealt with teenagers for a long time and when they really had bad days, this isn't how they dealt with them.

"Why don't you tell me about your bad day."

[androllout]

Optimus Prime was not a drinker, usually. True, he'd had a few drinks before, on mostly social outings, but today was just.... today

[10pointsforme]

It probably wasn't the best idea for someone who had been in the city for exactly a week and had never touched alcohol to wander into a bar, but Blitzwing wasn't exactly known for coming up with great ideas. If he was known for anything, it was the threat he posed in battle, or the fact that whoever messed with one Triple Changer messed with both. But Astrotrain wasn't even here, and it's not like they had anyone to fight. So for now, he was just known for ... well, not coming up with great ideas.

That and the whole 'was kicked out by Galvatron' thing. Starscream just had to let everyone know. Blitzwing still couldn't figure out how the Seeker had known about it in the first place. How could someone that was dead know what had happened afterward

[androllout]

Optimus looked up when she heard Blitzwing call her name. The triple-changer had a drink in one hand, and was rapidly approaching.

It was a big drink.

And yes, she was still a girl.

This had suddenly gotten very awkward.

"Hi Blitzwing," she said, shifting uncomfortably. No, it still hadn't gone away, and drawing attention to her new assets wasn't doing anything in the way of making Optimus feel better about it.

[10pointsforme]

Unfortunately for Optimus, Blitzwing saw absolutely nothing awkward about the situation. He grinned and examined his drink for a moment before taking a rather large swig....

And he immediately regretted it.

To his credit, he actually managed to keep from choking. He'd spent too long starving on Chaar to waste fuel, no matter how much it might burn. But wow. He coughed once it was down and squinted as his optics eyes seemed to get some sort of extra moisture on them.

These bodies were so bizarre.

After a few moments spent recovering and blinking behind his sunglasses, he adjusted to the heat that the liquid left in his chest and turned his attention back to Opti.

"You don't look all that much different," he commented. "Besides, y'know." And here came a gesture at the most obvious difference, followed by another (somewhat smaller) drink of the weird burning fuel.