Comments | gotosleepidiot: IDFK - In-character open crack log.

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IDFK - In-character open crack log.

Mar 22, 2009 23:46

Who: EVERYONE
What: Getting hammered in a mystery bar
When: Now
Why: Because chat is full of lulz, stupid and enabling. And apparently wants to see Optimus Prime get smashed.

( just another beer in the bar )

silly log time, chat = crackhouse

Comments 13

stupiddaredevil March 23 2009, 06:52:02 UTC

Frankly, this is exciting for him, if only because it'll literally be Wreck-Gar's first taste of something Cybertronian. Or, well, he assumes as such anyway.

Besides, it's just fun enough to be out with everyone in a group like this.

"I want one!"

Naturally, very much looking forward to trying something new.

shivas_lover March 23 2009, 06:56:02 UTC

Walking, talking giant robots that weren't trying to kill him?

He'd had too much.

redwhitensnark March 23 2009, 07:13:30 UTC

Ratchet has already downed several mugs of high-grade energon. It's been a while, so he's probably not handling it as well as he should.

By the way, "not handling well" equates to singing. Very badly.

"Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywheeeere~~!"

nailboardrambo March 23 2009, 07:16:24 UTC

James is already drunk. He is very experienced in getting hammered, in fact.

And he's sitting merrily on Ratchet's shoulder, singing along.

Poorly, of course.

"A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on...!"

redwhitensnark March 23 2009, 07:24:30 UTC

"Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the niiiight~!"

nailboardrambo March 23 2009, 07:25:29 UTC

"Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night-!!!"

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bloodygoodform March 23 2009, 13:03:21 UTC

Fifteen is as good an age of any to start drinking, right?

Besides. James has been swirling brandy since he was twelve.

"My hand." he snarled, slurring his words and directing his fist to anyone and everyone in the near vicinity. "They...take my handfight? Who's in cha-....who's respon, respo-sable for this?!"

Groaning, James laid the side of his head on the bar, swirling the remainder of the liquid in his glass with a long finger.