Megatron:

*Outside and well away from base (as far as he can go and still be inside the barrier anyway) he's found himself a small alcove that shields him from prying eyes.  It's quiet here, a place where he won't be troubled by the rambunctious activities of the base.  It's a place where he can be alone, think, and GET HIS DRINK ON*

Megatron:

*Which is what he's so doing right now.*

Bonecrusher:

*Bonecrusher's pretending to check the barrier's perimeter, which is really just him walking laps around the inside of the barrier while drowning himself in as much energon as he can safely have on him at the time.  He's just finishing off his third cube of the night when he spots what vaguely resembles a Decepticon commander hiding from prying eyes.  Of course, being Bonecrusher, he's above prying, and instead he just comes closer, making a decent amount of noise so the other can see him and he can gauge poor Megatron's current mood*

Megatron:

*Is in the middle of tipping back his seventh(?) cube...slag, he has no idea how many he's had.  Lost count about an hour ago.  Some of it misses his mouth as his head snaps around at the sound of someone approaching.  Red optics narrow, squinting into the darkness.* 

Megatron:

Bonecrusher!  Did you bring me more booze?  *loud, booming, voice*

Bonecrusher:

*Oh, boy!  He's not gonna get in trouble, that's pretty awesome.*  I HAVE SOME ON HAND, BUT 'S MINE.  I GUESS  I COULD SHARE...

Megatron:

*Yes!  So much for hiding!  The prospect of having more drink buffers the annoyance of being interrupted.  Lucky Bonecrusher!  And besides, he rather enjoys the other mech's company at times like these.  He makes a too big gesture with his arm for the other to sit down.*  I hear sharing is good.  We should probably share more things with each other.

Megatron:

*lopsided smile*

Bonecrusher:

*Well, hey, he's been invited and it'd be rude to say no, so he does just what Megatron's grand handwaving insists he do and sits, pulling out a few more cubes of moonshine with an easy smirk*  'M NOT VERY GOOD AT SHARIN', BUT I SUPPOSE I CAN MAKE AN EXCEPTION FER M'LEADER, HUH.  *Here, Megs, have a cube or three*

Megatron:

*Takes the cubes happily, accidentally bumping Crusher's hands with his claws and almost spilling the cubes into the sand.  Whoops!  Clumsy drunk is clumsy!  He manages to right them and sets two into the sand before kicking back the third.  After a long drink, he licks his lips and grins at Crusher.*  And they say Con's aren't nice.  I can be real nice if I want to be. 

Bonecrusher:

YEAH?  *chuckles and picks up where he left off, on his fourth cube of moonshine*  SO, YER GONNA BE REAL NICE T'ME TONIGHT, 'S THAT TH' PLAN?

Megatron:

*Looks at the other over the edge of his cube for a moment*  ...if you treat me right.  *Smiles slightly, then glances away to the cubes on the ground.*

Bonecrusher:

PROMISE T'BE NICE AN' OPEN FER YA, MEGATRON.  *follows the other's line of sight to the cubes and shakes his head*  ROUGH NIGHT?

Megatron:

The more open the better.  *Swirls his drink around, smile fading a bit.*  Practically every night's a doozy.  Learned to like it rough, I suppose.  What're you doing out here so late?

Bonecrusher:

AVOIDIN' WEEVILS AN' TH' MEDBAY, MOSTLY.  TAKIN' IN TH' SIGHTS, SEEIN' IF ANY GOOD TIMES CAN BE HAD OUT HERE.  *tips his cube at Megatron before downing a decent bit*  LOOKS LIKE I FOUND ONE.

Megatron:

*Snorts loudly*  Yeah, that's me.  For a good time, comm this frequency.

Megatron:

Everyone thinks I'm stiff and hard...*takes a swig, thinking* ...I guess I can be, when the need arises.

Bonecrusher:

*chuckles* 'S USUALLY PRETTY ENTERTAININ', HANGIN' OUT WITH YA.  AN' Y'CAN RELAX.  AFTER ALL, 'S JUST ME.  *grins at Megatron*  I'LL KEEP A SECRET.

Megatron:

*Finishes off the cube, optics flickering as he stares at Bonecrusher.  His thumb rubs over the edge of the cube idly.  His voice grows quiet in the darkness.*  So you find me amusing, do you?  A good chuckle or am I worth a scream?

Bonecrusher:

*takes a sip and smiles quite easily*  NOT SO MUCH AMUSIN' AS WORTH TH' TIME T'TALK TO.  EVEN IF Y'WEREN'T MY COMMANDER.  THOUGH MAYBE, IF Y'TRY HARD ENOUGH, Y'CAN SCROUNGE UP A FEW GROWLS FROM ME.

Megatron:

*He seems to pause at that, optics still watching the other mech.  A small smile shifts his facial plates.  He sets the empty cube down and scoots a bit closer, reaching for another cube.*  Well, I suppose I could settle for a few growls.  Wouldn't want you to strain yourself.  *Smirks and takes a short swig*  But the real question is, what's in it for me?

Bonecrusher:

*nonchalantly finishes his cube and grabs for another, still smiling easily enough*  MAYBE Y'JUST GET TH' BENEFIT OF SAYIN' Y'GET T'SEE ME DO A FEW TRICKS FER YA.  THAT IS, IF Y'PLAY NICE.  *siiiip*

Megatron:

Got some talent, do you?  *His wing plates shift over his back*  ...never can learn enough tricks.  Keeps things interesting.  Got a few of my own...  *Takes a drink and looks Crusher up and down*  They might be a bit much for you though.

Bonecrusher:

AN' WHAT MAKES Y'THINK THAT?  *is that a leer?  yeah, he's kind of leering at you, Megatron*  I DOUBT YOU'VE GOT A TRICK I HAVEN'T ALREADY SEEN, LORD.  *-and that was almost a purr!*

Megatron:

*Arches an optic at the other mech*  Does that mean you like to watch and learn, then?

Bonecrusher:

'M MORE OF A HANDS ON KINDA MECH, T'BE HONEST.  PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT AN' ALL THAT SLAG.  *brightly*

Megatron:

*A rumble comes from his chest and he nods slightly, returning the leer with a knowing smirk*  Nothing wrong with practicing, that's for sure.  I could probably do with a bit more myself...

Bonecrusher:

MM, NOT GETTIN' ENOUGH AS IT IS?  SEEMS LIKE YOU'D BE HAVIN' PLENTY OF PRACTICE 'ROUND HERE...  *siiip*

Megatron:

*Takes a long drink, then grins*  Oh, I get practice, but I like to push it.  Test my prowess, you know. 

Bonecrusher:

MM, AN' ISN'T THAT TH' BEST PART?  MAKIN' SURE Y'REALLY KNOW WHAT T'DO T'GET TH' MOST OUTTA YER SITUATION.

Megatron:

*Nods again*  But surprises can be nice...  *He studies Bonecrusher's face for a moment, then looks away, grinning slightly.  There's not much left in his cube, so he finishes it off and tosses it away.  After a brief pause, his voice comes quietly, almost hushed*  Real nice...

Bonecrusher:

*makes a noise of agreement, tossing back the last of his own cube, lightly*  SURPRISES CAN BE VERY  NICE.  *is already reaching for the last cube as he's talking*

Megatron:

That's for...*Was reaching for that final cube as well, and his claws close around it at the same moment Bonecrusher's do.  He stops and looks up, and would be startled by the close proximity if he wasn't so slagged to next Sunday.  Blinks slowly, finishing his sentence.*  ...sure.

Megatron:

*slight tug on the cube*

Bonecrusher:

*looks from Megatron to the cube, then back again*  ....Hey.  *grunts and tugs on the cube himself, lowering his voice due to the proximity*

Megatron:

... *Doesn't move, except for his optics as he follows Bonecrusher's flickering gaze to the cube and back again.  After a moment, he smiles slightly*  ...don't usually share well, but I think I can make an exception this time.

Bonecrusher:

*returns the smile with one of his own, giving a tilt of his head in agreement*  Maybe just this once, huh?  *chuckles lowly*  Promise t'keep it all a secret.

Megatron:

*Nods slowly, his own smile growing*  Primus only knows what they'd think of us.