It’s another tequila sunrise

[stabbywheelfeet]

Who: Sideswipe, alcohol, and YOU.
What: Dealing
Where: The Bar, in the North.
When: Friday Night
Warnings: Booze.
Notes: Totally open. I know there were a couple people who wanted to hit the bar with him, so here's your chance! Hit him up with action or prose, whichever.

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YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE MEEEEEEEE!!!

[leekspin]

Orihime was pumped. Orihime was psyched. It had taken her a while to work herself up to this level, to cast aside her insecurities and 'what ifs?' and excuses. She must have read the 'Dear Abby' response a dozen times, and one by one, she obliterated all the things that were holding her back.

He won't listen. ~If he can't turn off his ears, then he won't have a choice! RAR!~
He'll insult me. ~Be tough! I have to prove I really want this!~
He hates me. ~Then I have nothing to lose

ffffffffffff add a couple more drinks and he'll love anyone

[stabbywheelfeet]

Yes, he was completely alone. He hadn't told anyone he was coming in here, after all. And drinking with someone was only going to make him have to answer questions.

He was absorbed in a thousand little thoughts, and even more little voices. All nagging at him, all bringing up memories the drinking was supposed to be numbing down. He could feel the energon shooting through his systems in a delightful rush, and tried his best to focus on that. It felt good. If he thought about that, then... it was probably going to be easier not to think about the rest.

About... "I said we couldn't do this!" when nothing had even happened... or his damned optic... or ...

He dropped the empty cube sharply on the bar with a metallic-sounding clang.

"Damn it..."

And it was only then that he noticed there was a human flailing around near him. Out of reflex, the lanky Autobot scooted over a few inches, to prevent any incidental contact. Then... he actually tried to determine who it was that had sauntered into a bar and ordered something like

If I'd only known that booze was the solution all along!

[leekspin]

Orihime watched as Sideswipe scooted away. Twice. She might have been hurt, if not for two things. One, she'd come in with steeled confidence for just such an occasion. Two, it was kind of funny seeing something so big and dangerous looking moving away from the tiny vulnerable human instead of the other way around. She always did have a weakness for comedic irony.

"Don't worry, I showered!" she reassured him. Always ready with humor... Maybe she should keep that in check. Be honest. Be straightforward.

She looked at the bartender and indicated her thanks as the cream-topped soda was pushed into her hands, then tapped the glass thoughtfully. Her gaze turned back to the Cybertronian.

"Can we talk, Sideswipe-san?"

Booze is always the answer.

[stabbywheelfeet]

It was almost instinctual, right now. He didn't want anyone to touch him by accident. Not right now. It wouldn't be good, in this situation, to have such a reaction. When she actually spoke up, he shot her a cold, flat look, before turning back to his building.

Good for her. Why did he care?

He grunted -- it wasn't a sound he usually made, but it was non-committal enough. Why would she want to talk? Had he done something "stupid" again?

"What is it?" he growled, and picked up a full cube.

/is reminded that this needs tagging

[and_a_prayer]

Furman's was a place that Wing knew of and treated as something of a landmark... but he'd never actually visited the place. This was mostly because he'd already collected a handful of locations he was perfectly happy to spend his free time at and didn't particularly need another one. But tonight he'd spotted Sideswipe on the street outside as he flew back to Ground Zero and the prospect of finally making it out to Furman's had wiggled its way into his processor

awwwww

[stabbywheelfeet]

He was too engrossed in his drinking to really notice anyone entering or leaving the bar. It was something better to focus on. Something... mundane and normal. Not anything heavy.

In fact, he was doing his best to make a little pyramid of cubes on the bar in front of him. It didn't seem to be working out so well, listing constantly to one side before falling over with a clatter. He only scoffed, and reached for another, full, cube, his hand sort of flailing around the tabletop.

He'd get this.

[and_a_prayer]

It was a sorry state for someone Wing was trying to remind himself was usually well coordinated. He stepped up behind Sideswipe's shoulder and casually pushed the full cube towards his hand before moving around to sit properly next to him.

"You had an improper load bearing ratio on the eastern north-south wall of Cube Tower there. Catastrophic structural failure." Your pile fell over because you probably can't walk in a straight line anymore, much less stack cubes in one.

[stabbywheelfeet]

There was suddenly a cube in his hand. How in the world had it gotten there? It took him a minute to connect Wing's presence to the gesture, and then he hunkered down over his energon, the bits of armor on his back mantling and fluttering.

"That's what I was trying to do," he grumbled, slurring the words only slightly. "None of your business."

djksjds FINALLY TAGGED

[ladiesliketwo]

Desmond, Malik, and now Altaïr ... he had gained a family for the one he lost only to have it taken away once more. It was cruel, it was hard, and the worst was there was nothing he could do to make it better. This was nothing he could blame on Templar warfare or politics, that could be solved by a blade. It was out of his control

WE ARE FOREVER ALONE, EZIBRO

[stabbywheelfeet]

If Ezio wanted to lament or rage on the inability to control who stayed and who left, then he'd probably found the right 'Bot. One of them, anyway. Such was part of the reason there was a tipsy Autobot leaning against the bar, trying to stack empty cubes into a rough pyramid shape. He was concentrating, deeply, trying to focus enough to get the last cube in place on top of the pile.

Then his hand twitched, and the whole thing toppled over with a clatter. He scowled at it, only then noticing he had company.

"Ezio," he drawled out, the syllables only slightly slurred. He held out a hand, one big finger extended in a sort of 'handshake' gesture.

WE MUST COMFORT EACH OTHER.

[ladiesliketwo]

Ezio barely reacted to the toppling of the cubes, but gave a bit of a grin at Sideswipe's hard efforts clattering down. And he had been noticed as well, although it wasn't much of a surprise. Ezio had been lost beside the bot's own bulk.

"Sideswipe," he responded, awkwardly taking a robotic finger and giving it a slight shake before releasing it. "It was a good creation, perhaps you should try again."

THIS IS A GOOD PLAN B3

[stabbywheelfeet]

"I'm going to," he announced, pulling his hand back. He liked Ezio, trusted him more than most other humans. But his hand was about all he was currently comfortable allowing the human to touch. "I'm going to try it... a lot of times."

Sideswipe nodded decisively, and pulled a fresh, full cube toward himself. He started pushing it toward Ezio, then stopped. That would not have been a good idea.

YOU ASKED FOR TL;DR

[flame_flurry]

Drinking wasn't something that Axel would call a habit. Sure, he enjoyed the stuff as much as he could, but it was rather difficult to make a habit of something that consistently laid him flat the following day. Nobodies may lack hearts, but they certainly didn't lack self-preservation instincts, and Axel was no exception.

However, in spite of the massive hangovers that would hit him without fail, Axel did enjoy alcohol. It was ... entertaining. Not fun, exactly. Not even relaxing. Just ... something different. Something that would keep his mind occupied, even if it came at a price.

The redhead would usually go for long periods of time in between drunken nights. It was, after all, only an occasional thing. And yet, scarcely more than two weeks after Sideswipe's party, he found himself making his way towards Furman's. A little unusual, to be sure. But then again, the past two weeks had been anything but usual.

It wasn't just his actions that bothered him, though the nagging shadow of something like guilt continued to claw at him

/ROLLS IN IT

[stabbywheelfeet]

He didn't notice Axel at first. His focus was intent on getting another cube safely on top of the pile. It almost worked. Almost. And then it went clattering down to the bar. So close.

It looked ridiculous, what he was trying to do. But, in his head, it was helping. It kept his mind in the moment, kept him from drifting away. He could think about the cubes, and nothing else. Not Ratchet. Not his optic. Not Optimus throwing him off.

It took him way too long to realize he was trying to stack a full cube on top of the empty ones. He lifted it, peered inside, and then knocked it back as a human would a simple shot. His systems buzzed as the empty cube fell from his fingers, clanking to the floor. He turned, bent to grab it...

... and found Axel a foot or so from his face.

/GIVES YOU MORE

[flame_flurry]

When he first found himself in close proximity to a Cybertronian, Axel found it very, very difficult to avoid watching their every move. It wasn't because he was drawn to it by any means. It was because he was acutely aware of how very large, metal, and heavy they were.

As he became more accustomed to them, however, he began watching them less and less. He graduated from straight-on stares to simple glances out of the corner of his eye, and finally, he paid them no more attention than he would any other being that happened to be moving beside him. Which wasn't to say no attention - he wasn't exactly lax in his guard - but it wasn't heightened due to their species.

As Sideswipe leaned over him to grab an empty cube, Axel distantly wondered if he'd been a complete idiot for growing so ... comfortable around this particular Autobot that he completely ignored his sizeThe redhead froze despite himself, looking up at Sideswipe's optics from the corner of his eye. Maybe it was a bad idea to sit so close. Probably was. Sideswipe seemed more

YAAY

[stabbywheelfeet]

He just stared. Like staring blearily at Axel's face was going to bring it into better focus. Because, right now, it was fading in and out of clarity. Maybe someone had messed with his optical settings. Yes, that explained it.

"Yes...?"

Was he being asked a question? He had to have been. Oh. Right. He'd dropped something. The cube. Which he needed for his tower. The tower was of utmost importance. Something was telling him he should be angry with Axel, still. But the buzzing in his processor was too much to think on it.

"My tower," he said, as if that explained everything.