Wherein A Drunk Femme Mulls

[onyx17]

G1 Chromia

*After downing a few too many of Haven's Liquid Deaths™ and leaving to get some air (figuratively speaking of course) Chromia had since found herself, and she couldn’t begin to fathom how, upside down with two flat tires, a smashed hood, cracked windshield, and clogged engine*

*It took the slightly inebriated femme several kliks before

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[track_joker]

*Ransack's been pretty much zooming around, taking in the Nexus and what not since he arrived. Met a few mechs, caused a bit of trouble but - HEY LOOK AT THAT! A femme! In trouble! Time to work his magic~*

Heya, sweetcheeks, you okay? *pauses, then smacks himself on the forehead* What'm I sayin', course you ain't okay, yer lyin' in da grass gigglin' like a drunk duck. Clearly, what I meant ta say is, "D'ya want some help?"

*kneels down next to Chromia, placing a hand on her shoulder*

[onyx17]

*head pops up at the new voice, blearily looking around to find the source before spotting the mech next to her*

Hey where'd y'come from *laughs* Did you, um, did y'ever notice how the ground's all, ugh, it's all green and fluffy *chuckles again* Totally broke my fall.

*shakily moves to stand again*

And I'm not drunk... I'm just- *wobbles and giggles* Well, maybe a lil' drunk *stumbles and grabs mech's shoulder for leverage* But just a lil'.

[track_joker]

Velocitron, but who's keepin' track? *flashes a grin and helps her stand* Yeah, I noticed - Dere ain't no pavement here like back home, it's all green stuff or dirt roads. My wheels keep slippin'.

*chuckles* Oh, dollface, you ain't drunk. Drunk's when yer so over-energized, da world's spinnin', 'n forget even sittin' up, let alone standin'.

Name's Ransack, by da way. You far from home?

[hunter_for_hire]

The hunter caught a glimpse of some of commotion as he was cruising the road the paralleled the river. Typically he'd let a pair of bots in the woods do their thing without disruption but this scene was one he was distinctly familiar with. Namely one bot blitzed outta their circuits with another standing over trying to remedy the situation. Take a wild guess which bot he could relate to.

He pops into robot-mode then slides down the small embankment, approaching the pair with quirked smile. The face-planted femme he recognizes as the trigger happy Autobot he had met the other day. He vaguely remembers her saying she could put back 4 Liquid Deaths before it caught up to her...must've just come from a binge.

Well ain't this a fine mess.

[onyx17]

*wobbles and tries to focus on the new mech present*

Hey don't I, ugh, don't I know you *tilts head slightly and grins* Yeah! You're that... guy! From before! What's up buuuuudy? *giggles*

[hunter_for_hire]

Shakes his head, attempting to stifle his amusement. This creature before him is a far cry from the cool, look-at-me-wrong-I'll-blow-your-head-off femme he chatted up the other day. But ain't that just the beast a'the drink.

What's up, Spunky, is that you need to recharge it off for ya do something ya might regret.

He approaches the pair, sizing up the unfamiliar mech, as he drapes a listless white and blue arm over his neck, supporting the femme's weight on his hooked arm.

You were plannin' on gettin' her t'safety...He addresses the mech, his tone is dark and bordering on threatening Weren't ya, chief?

[track_joker]

*shrinks back at the look the Hunter gives him, letting out a little whimper* Oh, o' course, sir! Da t'ought a doin' anythin'... er... ungentlemechly neva' crossed my processor!

*gulps* Don' eat me.