WarpathGoBoom:

*clompclompclompCLOMPCLOMPCLOMP*

shockingbomb:

Warpath? *blink*

WarpathGoBoom:

*bar? yes. Drink GET.*

bumblebeecar07:

*watching Warpath*

bumblebeecar07:

*sipp*

vortex inquisitr:

*washes the snack down with another cube*

WarpathGoBoom:

Bombshock. *strained smile* HOW YOU DOIN'.

shockingbomb:

I'm doing alright. Yourself?

shockingbomb:

*glug*

FrFlight:

*petting and pampering Skorpy 'cause he's a cute little drone, yes he is*

bumblebeecar07:

*looks between them* >>

vortex inquisitr:

*leans back, putting feet up on the bar, drinking deeply*

bumblebeecar07:

You okay Warpath?

WarpathGoBoom:

Better days. *slurp* Tryin' to keep a nice, even keel.

known as remix:

*wriggles in his lap!* =3

WarpathGoBoom:

...yeah, "okay" I'm pullin' off.

bumblebeecar07:

...What's up?

shockingbomb:

*looks at Warpath curiously*

WpnSpc Ironhide:

-listening, and watching-

FrFlight:

Skorpy...! ^_^

WarpathGoBoom:

Terrible decisions. So. Business as usual.

WarpathGoBoom:

'S'up with you?

bumblebeecar07:

Not much

bumblebeecar07:

Gettin' used to life here.

WarpathGoBoom:

Not so bad, right?

bumblebeecar07:

I guess.

bumblebeecar07:

It's slow.

WarpathGoBoom:

WRONG.

known as remix:

*skreeee!*  *flops over onto his back* :3

WarpathGoBoom:

It's slow, slow, slow, and then a thousand slaggin' things blast by you like LIGHTNIN'.

WarpathGoBoom:

*glurglurglurg*

vortex inquisitr:

*reaching for another cube, is slaggin' HUNGRY*

FrFlight:

*belly rub*

bumblebeecar07:

*blinks* Apparently.

shockingbomb:

It is that. *glug*

bumblebeecar07:

I heard Megatron went nuts and bolts bonafide crazy the other night

bumblebeecar07:

*sip*

shockingbomb:

I blinked and I missed the entire "crazy Megatron" thing.

WpnSpc Ironhide:

....kind of.

known as remix:

*legs wave up at him with happy*

WarpathGoBoom:

...this is SO DEPRESSIN'.

WarpathGoBoom:

We're three capable, heavyhittin' mechs, right?

WarpathGoBoom:

Trouble starts up, we should be crackin' it over the head.

bumblebeecar07:

Yeah.

bumblebeecar07:

But we're not.

shockingbomb:

*nods in agreement* Downright depressing.

WpnSpc Ironhide:

-grabs himself another cube-

FrFlight:

*scritchrubscritch*

WarpathGoBoom:

We need to, like, get... preemptive.

vortex inquisitr:

*tosses back his with a satisfied sound*

known as remix:

*bites playfully on Flight's fingers*

FrFlight:

*laughs and lets him nom on his hand*

shockingbomb:

Pre-emptive is fun. *grin*

known as remix:

*tugs on it and nibbles*

FrFlight:

*pets him with his free hand*

WpnSpc Ironhide:

Well then, what do you suggest we do?

WarpathGoBoom:

Let's have a ballot on who's a pain in the aft and beat the slag out of 'em.

shockingbomb:

Heh. I'm onboard for that.

WpnSpc Ironhide:

...huh, haven't heard anything about that Arena idea for a while.

known as remix:

*lays happily in lap*

bumblebeecar07:

I hear we weren't supposed to cause trouble

WarpathGoBoom:

Motion's seconded! *gathers up a nice little pile of cubes, then lines them up to start mowing them down*

bumblebeecar07:

*sips his cube*

WarpathGoBoom:

The Arena idea's kinda... problematic.

WarpathGoBoom:

If you're in a barfight, so what, barfight, everyone's smilin' the next day.

WpnSpc Ironhide:

Eh, true.

shockingbomb:

*drinking away*

WarpathGoBoom:

But how lethal can y'get in an "arena"?

shockingbomb:

Not very.

WarpathGoBoom:

Flyin' barred or what?

shockingbomb:

Well, the old arenas were lethal.

WpnSpc Ironhide:

-sip- Never really got to talking about the details.

WarpathGoBoom:

Reminds me. Got paint shells rigged up now, so any time you wanna blow off some steam, I'm up for gunnin' around, Bombshock.

bumblebeecar07:

How am I supposed to blow off steam. -_-

WpnSpc Ironhide:

-snickers, remembering the race months ago-

shockingbomb:

Sure. I'll figure out a good time.

shockingbomb:

And I dunno, Scatterbrain. Maybe you could ambush another Decepticon.

WarpathGoBoom:

Good call, actually. Hassle one of those conehead punks.

WarpathGoBoom:

...Ramjet around? Guy was an AFT.

WpnSpc Ironhide:

...

shockingbomb:

I haven't seen him.

bumblebeecar07:

Could ambush YOU again, treadhead

bumblebeecar07:

*good natured ribbing*

bumblebeecar07:

*sip*

WpnSpc Ironhide:

-bored again-

WarpathGoBoom:

...

WarpathGoBoom:

*slams his forehead against the countertop*

shockingbomb:

No thanks.

shockingbomb:

*and looks at Warpath* What's eatin' you now?

WarpathGoBoom:

FffffFFFFRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.

shockingbomb:

*blink*

WpnSpc Ironhide:

-quirks an optic ridge- The slag?

WarpathGoBoom:

'Crusher sucks, this totally does not work.

shockingbomb:

Drinking yourself into oblivion?

shockingbomb:

Path, something's on your mind.

shockingbomb:

Lighten up a bit

shockingbomb:

Talk.

WarpathGoBoom:

...I know. I know. Should be.

WarpathGoBoom:

It's jus' that it's all... WHINY.

shockingbomb:

Who cares? I'll listen.

WarpathGoBoom:

*turns to look at Bombshock curiously* Really.

shockingbomb:

You're a fellow tank.

shockingbomb:

*shrug*

WpnSpc Ironhide:

You'll probably feel better if you just talk about it, Warpath.

shockingbomb:

Even if you are a 'bot.

WarpathGoBoom:

...faaaawk. Alright. I'm gonna be slag for company either way.

bumblebeecar07:

Always are...

shockingbomb:

Jus' talk. And drink.

WarpathGoBoom:

So. I banged someone that wasn't 'Breaker.

shockingbomb:

*slides another cube towards him*

shockingbomb:

Right.

WarpathGoBoom:

*grabs it and CHUGS*

shockingbomb:

Keep talkin'

WarpathGoBoom:

*gulpgulp, toss* ...I think I need two more in me 'fore I can even BEGIN with this kinda stupid.

WarpathGoBoom:

*and snags another to get them down proper-quick*

bumblebeecar07:

*sips his own cube, listening*

shockingbomb:

*and hands him the second*

shockingbomb:

*still drinking from his own*

WpnSpc Ironhide:

-listening as well-

WarpathGoBoom:

*forces it down as fast as he can, then takes a look at the people paying attention with a dead expression*

WarpathGoBoom:

...guess it's drinks and a show.

shockingbomb:

Not a show. Sheesh.

shockingbomb:

Maybe we can actually help.

WarpathGoBoom:

Sorry. Just kinda lookin' for cheap shots.

shockingbomb:

*shrugs and drinks*

WarpathGoBoom:

So I... left him a message, 'Breaker, sayin' we needed to talk 'bout somethin'.

WarpathGoBoom:

But I know I'm gonna screw THAT one up.

shockingbomb:

*nods* Maybe you won't.

WarpathGoBoom:

How else is it gonna go?

WpnSpc Ironhide:

With that attitude, you will. -drinks-

WarpathGoBoom:

"Hey. I interfaced with P... I interfaced with someone. Jus' so you know!"

WarpathGoBoom:

"But I still totally LOVE YA and everythin'!"

shockingbomb:

Well, I don' have a terrible 'mount of experience with this kind of thing...

shockingbomb:

But it was a mistake, right?

WarpathGoBoom:

........

WarpathGoBoom:

*SNATCHES another drink*

Bonecrusher:

*comes wandering in!  looking v. haggard and :<.  goes straight for the bar!*

WarpathGoBoom:

Just ain't my week, I guess.

bumblebeecar07:

*sippp*

bumblebeecar07:

*listening quietly*

Bonecrusher:

*grabs a drink and GLUGS it down :< ....that didn't help.  ANOTHER IS IN ORDER*

WpnSpc Ironhide:

...you alright, Bonecrusher?

Bonecrusher:

*looks at Ironhide*  SLAGGIN' WUNNERFUL.  *GLUG*

shockingbomb:

It wasn't a mistake?

WarpathGoBoom:

*tilts his head over to look at 'Crusher, letting out a single weak laugh*

shockingbomb:

*blinks*

shockingbomb:

*and waves at Crusher* 'ey Crusher.

WarpathGoBoom:

Dunno. What's a MISTAKE.

Bonecrusher:

*glares halfway at Warpath - what are YOU laughing at, bitch? >o*

WarpathGoBoom:

*only your face, hoot hoot*

shockingbomb:

*wonders if he's going to have to bash heads tonight*

Bonecrusher:

......*isn't worth it*  *GLUG*

WarpathGoBoom:

...hnnh. Wasn't drunk enough not to know what I was doin', at least.

shockingbomb:

Hmm. That's not so good.

shockingbomb:

Just apologize, I guess.

shockingbomb:

ANd hope for the best.

WpnSpc Ironhide:

Be honest with 'im, yeah. 

WarpathGoBoom:

I jus'... don't see that goin' all too well.

WpnSpc Ironhide:

It'll be worse the longer you put it off.

shockingbomb:

*nods*

shockingbomb:

I agree with 'Hide.

WarpathGoBoom:

He's off with Hound.

WarpathGoBoom:

Stupid nature thing.

Bonecrusher:

*looks flatly at Warpath - annnnd kind of gets the general idea of the problem.  makes a face and grabs a new cube*

shockingbomb:

Huh.

shockingbomb:

Interesting/

WarpathGoBoom:

Was glad to see him off doin' what he wanted... especially if he wasn't doing it with that punk Slingshot.

WarpathGoBoom:

Now I'm j-interestin'? What?

shockingbomb:

Nature thing.

bumblebeecar07:

What's wrong with Slingshot?

WpnSpc Ironhide:

... -looks at Bombshock-

bumblebeecar07:

>> 

WarpathGoBoom:

Yeah. He likes landscapes, 'n' stuff like that...

WarpathGoBoom:

An' SLINGSHOT deserted for STUPID fraggin' personal reasons.

shockingbomb:

Not bad things t'like.

FrFlight:

*frowns*

FrFlight:

Hey...my brother resigned because he felt he had to.

WarpathGoBoom:

*turns to Fireflight with a loud SNORT*

Bonecrusher:

:: WARPATH, REMEMBER THOSE THINGS WE TALKED ABOUT?  Y'KNOW, YOU WATCHIN' YER MOUTH IN POLITE COMPANY? ::

Bonecrusher:

:: KINNA THINK YOU SHOULD DO THAT. ::

WpnSpc Ironhide:

-frowning now-

WarpathGoBoom:

Tell yourself that if you WANT.

FrFlight:

Just because you don't think they were good reasons doesn't mean they weren't.

FrFlight:

We supported him, alright? It's really none of your business why he wanted to resign, anyway.

bumblebeecar07:

'ey

WarpathGoBoom:

Ah, so I should start usin' other mech's judgment 'fore my own? How far does this principle go?

bumblebeecar07:

Warpath

bumblebeecar07:

Lay off the guy

bumblebeecar07:

I don't agree either.

FrFlight:

I'm saying you shouldn't judge unless you've been there.

FrFlight:

Slingshot is a good mech.

bumblebeecar07:

But he's a 'bot

bumblebeecar07:

One of us.

Bonecrusher:

.....*you should listen to Bonecrusher, you idiot!* *glugglugglug*

WarpathGoBoom:

A 'bot who... RGGHHHHHHH. *turns again to shoot Bonecrusher a GLARE and focuses his attention on the next drink*

Bonecrusher:

*level look back, glluug*

WarpathGoBoom:

Whatever.

FrFlight:

He's not a deserter or a traitor. *crosses his arms*

WpnSpc Ironhide:

I'm sure he had perfectly valid reasons to leave. -downs his drink and grabs another, leaning against the bar.

WarpathGoBoom:

He's SOMETHIN', so let's agree to mutually SHUT THE HELL UP about what.

bumblebeecar07:

You're the one who started this

FrFlight:

He's an Aerialbot.

WarpathGoBoom:

You ASKED!

Bonecrusher:

......AN' HE'S ALSO TH' ONE ENDIN' IT.  KINNA FITTIN'.  WEREN'T Y'ALL TALKIN' ABOUT SOMETHIN' MORE INTERESTIN'?

bumblebeecar07:

Anyway...

shockingbomb:

*steadily drinking*

bumblebeecar07:

*sip*

WarpathGoBoom:

:: Hey, 'Crusher, funny thing. Politeness is unsatisfyin' shit. ::

WarpathGoBoom:

*makes a concerted effort to optimize his energon intake rate*

Bonecrusher:

*takes a sip*  :: IT IS, BUT YER OUTNUMBERED.  CAN'T Y'PICK YER BATTLES BETTER? ::

bumblebeecar07:

*sippp*

WpnSpc Ironhide:

-bored-

WarpathGoBoom:

:: Right, like YOU put up with slag just 'cuz other people disagree in force. ::

shockingbomb:

*glug*

Bonecrusher:

:: ......NO.  I PUT UP WITH SLAG 'COS 'S BETTER'N GOIN' ON A MASS RAMPAGE THAT ENDS IN ME BEIN' DEAD 'ER EXILED. ::

WarpathGoBoom:

*is knocking off the cubes impressively quickly. Ah, sweet, sweet loss of judgment*

WarpathGoBoom:

:: Like arguin' 'bout a loser Aerialbot is goin' to get me in trouble. ::

FrFlight:

*sipping at his own cube now*

shockingbomb:

*glugmore*

bumblebeecar07:

*glugglug*

WarpathGoBoom:

*glugglugGLUGGG*

Bonecrusher:

:: WITH FIREFLIGHT  IN TH' ROOM. ::

bumblebeecar07:

*ohay, is alsoa flyer*

bumblebeecar07:

*sip*

Bonecrusher:

*Fireflight is more obnoxious, beyotch :P*

Lennoxwife:

-wanders in, looking thoughtful-

WarpathGoBoom:

Oh, SHUT the F-*cuts off when he hears his own voice instead of the comm*

WarpathGoBoom:

*aaaand facepalms*

FrFlight:

*isn't obnoxious :<*

FrFlight:

*blinkblink*

shockingbomb:

*stares at Warpath for a minute*

Bonecrusher:

*yes you are - looks at Warpath levelly*  :: EITHER Y'AIN'T DRUNK ENOUGH OR YER TOO DRUNK. ::

bumblebeecar07:

>> 

bumblebeecar07:

Who ya talkin' to?

Lennoxwife:

... -looks at Warpath curiously, going to grab some chips to nom on-

WarpathGoBoom:

Someone. *grabs another drink to slurp on, then pauses* Not THAT someone.l

bumblebeecar07:

Who?

WarpathGoBoom:

Doesn' MATTER, does it? Jus' me actin' like an idiot. AGAIN.

bumblebeecar07:

Fine then....

Lennoxwife:

o__o

WarpathGoBoom:

Hnnh. Sorry.

Bonecrusher:

*takes a seat at the bar, running a hand over his face*  :: WHAT IS YER MALFUNCTION?  RELAX, WOULD YA? ::

WarpathGoBoom:

'm really not tryin' to be snappy, it's jus'...

WpnSpc Ironhide:

-shakes his head and downs another cube, taking one with him as he leaves-

Lennoxwife:

-blinks, confused and worried about Warpath-

WarpathGoBoom:

...I don' feel right. At all.

bumblebeecar07:

Maybe you should go lay down, big guy.

WarpathGoBoom:

That's kinda my problem, isn't it?

WarpathGoBoom:

Ain't done a damn useful thing for the cause since I got here.

bumblebeecar07:

The cause isn't here any more.

bumblebeecar07:

Peace...

WarpathGoBoom:

...

Bonecrusher:

....IS SLAGGIN' ANNOYIN'.  *glug*

bumblebeecar07:

Can be.

bumblebeecar07:

S'kinda nice sometimes

Lennoxwife:

-staying quiet, munching on chips-

Bonecrusher:

NICE AN' COMPLICATED, Y'MEAN.

WarpathGoBoom:

Still not COMPLICATED.

bumblebeecar07:

Eh

WarpathGoBoom:

It just makes us worthless.

bumblebeecar07:

I haven't had any trouble

bumblebeecar07:

Yeah

bumblebeecar07:

We're war machines

bumblebeecar07:

Now what do we do?

WarpathGoBoom:

Rust until we have the sense to get back to killin' each other off. I hope.

Lennoxwife:

...who says you can't learn to do peaceful things? -hesitant-

Bonecrusher:

*tips his cube at the both of them significantly and then takes a deep drink*

bumblebeecar07:

Warpath...

bumblebeecar07:

As useful as were

bumblebeecar07:

And as much as I like slaggin' Cons.

bumblebeecar07:

I wouldn't wish for the war again.

WarpathGoBoom:

*glances over at the human, then at Scattershot*

WarpathGoBoom:

Wait a few more weeks.

Bonecrusher:

*looks at Sarah*  FEMME, HE'S GOTTA CANNON  IN HIS CHEST.  'M ALL ARMOR 'N CLAWS.  WHAT'RE WE SUPPOSED T'DO, START A BOOK CLUB?

WarpathGoBoom:

Or maybe it's months, for you. Dunno.

Lennoxwife:

-makes a face- Not things like that, but I'm sure they could find something to do?  It just takes time to figure out what.

:

*enters carrying a box*

bumblebeecar07:

I'm serious Warpath

bumblebeecar07:

I like a good scrap.

bumblebeecar07:

But the war was awful.

Lennoxwife:

War is hell, for everyone. -quietly-

WarpathGoBoom:

I thought so too.

Bonecrusher:

........*nooot so sure about that one.*

:

*sets it down in a corner and leaves*

WarpathGoBoom:

...slag.

WarpathGoBoom:

'm I supposed to make a big SPEECH? 'bout how I feel?

Bonecrusher:

PRIMUS, NO.  I HOPE Y'DON'T.

WarpathGoBoom:

'xactly. 'Crusher.

Bonecrusher:

HM?  *blandly, still drinking*

WarpathGoBoom:

There's nothin' to say.

WarpathGoBoom:

We either find somethin' to do or we die.

Bonecrusher:

SLAG, YER DEPRESSIN'.  MORE'N ME, AN' I'VE GOT NOTHIN' BUT PROBLEMS ON MY HANDS.

WarpathGoBoom:

You don' have PROBLEMS.

WarpathGoBoom:

You're just stupid.

Lennoxwife:

...maybe you should stop drinking tonight.

Bonecrusher:

*flatly*  BLACKOUT DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYTHIN' FROM AFTER TH' START OF TH' WAR, I LET NOTMEGATRON GET OUT AN' DESTROY HALF THE BASE, KILL STARSCREAM, AN' GET AWAY, AN' I SLAGGED UP WITH....

Bonecrusher:

....I GOT A LOTTA PROBLEMS, TEAKETTLE.

Lennoxwife:

-eyes widen- Blackout...?

WarpathGoBoom:

HA!

WarpathGoBoom:

That's EEEEAASY.

WarpathGoBoom:

Break him down 'gain until he can't remember anythin' from the war altogether.

Bonecrusher:

..............

Bonecrusher:

*growls*

WarpathGoBoom:

Repair half the base.

WarpathGoBoom:

'n' stop slaggin' up.

WarpathGoBoom:

Check me out! *jabs a finger at the human with a leer* 'm DOCTOR PHIL!

Bonecrusher:

I KINNA WANT TH' MECH I -- TH' SLAGGIN' BLENDER T'REMEMBER SOMETHIN' ABOUT, Y'KNOW, ME.  THANKS.

Lennoxwife:

... -glares at Warpath-

WarpathGoBoom:

...why by the PITS'd he need to 'member somethin' 'bout you?

WarpathGoBoom:

's'not like you're a tough study.

Bonecrusher:

BECAUSE 'S KINNA HARD T'DATE SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

WarpathGoBoom:

*stops in the middle of glugging another cube, sets it down, and PEERS at Bonecrusher*

Bonecrusher:

*takes a gulp and looks back at Warpath steadily*

WarpathGoBoom:

'cons SUCK at datin'.

Bonecrusher:

*snarls*  WHY'S THAT.

Lennoxwife:

Can we stop with the unneeded insults, please?

WarpathGoBoom:

UNNEEDED? HA!

WarpathGoBoom:

'Cuz I remember you two chewin' each other up right in this damn room.

Bonecrusher:

THIS IS TH' ONLY WAY WARPATH HERE KNOWS HOW T'COMMUNICATE, SARAH.

WarpathGoBoom:

Or did he bump his memory banks and lose a few weeks?

Bonecrusher:

......

Bonecrusher:

*takes another glug*  'S 'COS WE BROKE UP FER A BIT.

WarpathGoBoom:

HA HA HA! Slag! I think you solved MY problem!

WarpathGoBoom:

I could jus'-BROKE UP? HA HA HA HA HA!

Lennoxwife:

-walks right up to Warpath, frowning- What is your problem? 

WarpathGoBoom:

*struggles to keep upright in his seat as she shakes with laughter, gripping at the countertop to steady himself*

Bonecrusher:

YEAH.  *snaps*  KINNA LIKE HOW YOU AN' BREAKER WILL BE.

WarpathGoBoom:

HA HA HA!

WarpathGoBoom:

AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN! WE'LL JUST KEEP CLONKIN' EACH OTHER TO FORGET 'BOUT IT!

bumblebeecar07:

...

bumblebeecar07:

You're a real class act, Warpath.

WarpathGoBoom:

I KNOW! POLITE AN' EVERYTHIN'!

Bonecrusher:

......*just shakes his head and grabs a new cube*

Lennoxwife:

-sighs, rolling her eyes- Please tell me he isn't always a dick.

WarpathGoBoom:

*looks over at Sarah, squinting* Don' get SHORT with me.

WarpathGoBoom:

Hee hee, get it?

Bonecrusher:

NOT USUALLY.  MOSTLY JUS' STUPID.

bumblebeecar07:

*sighs and shakes his head*

Lennoxwife:

You're hammered. -looks up at him, eyes narrowed-

WarpathGoBoom:

I ain't even STARTED.

WarpathGoBoom:

*starts draining another cube to prove it!*

Bonecrusher:

*snidely*  CAREFUL, TEAKETTLE.  Y'MIGHT END UP BANGIN' SOMEONE ELSE 'N MAKIN' YER SITUATION EVEN WORSE.

WarpathGoBoom:

Yeah, that's real LIKELY.

WarpathGoBoom:

SHE ain't my type. YER way too ugly. And HE... *glares at Scattershot* ...turned real nasty all of a sudden. What's th'deal?

bumblebeecar07:

I just think you're out of line.

Lennoxwife:

....I wasn't interested anyways. -goes back to her chips, annoyed-

bumblebeecar07:

You're a soldier.

bumblebeecar07:

Act like it instead of like some drunken piece of scrap.

bumblebeecar07:

*sip*

WarpathGoBoom:

Soldier of WHAT?

bumblebeecar07:

We're STILL Autobots.

bumblebeecar07:

Even if the war is over.

WarpathGoBoom:

No we're not. PRIME told me as much.

bumblebeecar07:

Nonsense.

WarpathGoBoom:

Nonsensimus Prime. Hee.

WarpathGoBoom:

Called me to do somethin' right now, I could do it. But they won't.

WarpathGoBoom:

We're just gonna sit here and drink.

WarpathGoBoom:

We gotta HOPE some idiot like 'Crusher starts carvin' people up. Or shootin'.

Bonecrusher:

.........WE COULD JUS' BE WAITIN' FER YOU T'DO THE SAME.

WarpathGoBoom:

Not how Autobots roll.

Bonecrusher:

*ch*

Bonecrusher:

'M SURE.

Lennoxwife:

-rolls her eyes again- I'm going to see how Megatron is doing. -and leaves!-

WarpathGoBoom:

*shakes his head in disgust and bangs down another cube*

Bonecrusher:

......*takes a gulp and growls, annoyed now*

WarpathGoBoom:

...

WarpathGoBoom:

Why should I be a 'bot anymore?

Bonecrusher:

*idly*  'COS 'S EITHER BEIN' A 'BOT OR PARTA TH' THIRD FACTION FER YA, AN' Y'DON'T STRIKE ME AS A COWARD.

WarpathGoBoom:

Third faction's all afts, anyway.

WarpathGoBoom:

Arcee pulled it off.

WarpathGoBoom:

No one gives her slag about it.

Bonecrusher:

'COS ARCEE'S SMART.

WarpathGoBoom:

So I'll be the dumb one, whatever.

WarpathGoBoom:

I hate Prime.

Bonecrusher:

.......YEAH, WHY'S THAT?

bumblebeecar07:

...

WarpathGoBoom:

He's lost it. He still talks like he did. But he's gone.

WarpathGoBoom:

Jus', out of the galaxy, gone.

bumblebeecar07:

Hrm.

bumblebeecar07:

If you're gonna badmouth Prime...

bumblebeecar07:

Do it away from me, please.

bumblebeecar07:

Actually...

bumblebeecar07:

I'll leave.

WarpathGoBoom:

If I'm gonna badmouth Prime, maybe you should have squeezed into medbay and SEEN IT.

bumblebeecar07:

*stands and clatters out*

WarpathGoBoom:

His fault, Scattershot! His SLAGGIN' FAULT!

WarpathGoBoom:

*yells it after Scattershot, snarling*

Bonecrusher:

......

Bonecrusher:

*stands*  C'MON, TEAKETTLE.  'S GO OUTSIDE SO Y'CAN BLOW SHIT UP WHILE Y'RANT.

bumblebeecar07:

*pokes his head in, followed by the rest of him* Came to get some energon before I go back to the medbay...

bumblebeecar07:

What's whose fault?

WarpathGoBoom:

They ain't got drinks outside.

Bonecrusher:

WE'RE TAKIN' 'EM WITH US.

WarpathGoBoom:

You gonna take enough?

Bonecrusher:

:: I TOOK THREE OF THOSE MEDICAL GRADE CUBES WHEN I LEFT.  JUS' IN CASE.  Y'THINK THAT'LL BE ENOUGH, PLUS WHAT WE CAN CARRY? ::

WarpathGoBoom:

An' this is a PRIVATE public bitch session, Bumbler.

WarpathGoBoom:

You don' wanna know.

WarpathGoBoom:

:: ...that'll do it. ::

bumblebeecar07:

Private and public don't really go together.

bumblebeecar07:

*grabbing some cubes* And why don't I want to know?

Bonecrusher:

'S WHY WE'RE LEAVIN', BUMBLEBUTT.

Bonecrusher:

*gathers up a handful of cubes - HE'LL TOTALLY RESTOCK LATER DUDES NO WORRIES HERE - and tilts his head at the door*  Y'COMIN', TEAKETTLE, OR DO I GOTTA DRAG YER AFT OUT?

WarpathGoBoom:

'Fore anyone else decides to defend idiots.

WarpathGoBoom:

*snatches up an armload of cubes and starts moving towards the door*

bumblebeecar07:

*shrugs and continues stacking cubes up for transport*

Bonecrusher:

*to Bee* :: Y'GONNA BE IN TH' MEDBAY FER A WHILE, RIGHT? ::

bumblebeecar07:

::Should be. Will be as long as TC is there. Why?::

Bonecrusher:

:: ....IF BLACKOUT WAKES UP WHILE 'M OUT, COMM ME. ::

Bonecrusher:

*going outside!  outside is nice and explode-y!*

WarpathGoBoom:

*following, dragging his steps a little but carrying himself pretty well for how many drinks he's put away*

bumblebeecar07:

*and off back to the medbay with energon*

Bonecrusher:

*is leading the sulky teakettle out to more free-ranged grounds - AKA "the hell away" from the common room, already juggling closed cubes in order to chug an open one*

Warpath:

*is strongly tempted to do the same, but has to to clumsily shift his cubes to keep from dropping them when he tries it, and settles for trotting to the outside without a constant intake*

Bonecrusher:

*kicks the doors open and look at that beautiful landscape*  ALL RIGHT, TEAKETTLE.  'S TIME Y'STOP MOPIN' AN' START DRINKIN' MORE.  AN' BLOWIN' STUFF UP MORE.  BOTH ARE PREFERABLE T'YOU BEIN' A SLAGGIN' IDIOT.

Warpath:

Ha. Preferable. *takes a look at it himself, lip curling in disgust* Wouldn't have been mopin' if I could have tussled it up with Fireflight. Thanks for THAT.

Bonecrusher:

FIREFLIGHT IS A PAIN IN TH' AFT, AN' QUITE PERSONALLY, I HATE HEARIN' HIM GO ON AN' ON ABOUT STUPID SLAGGIN' AUTOBOT RIGHTEOUSNESS.  Y'COULDA PICKED SOMEONE ELSE T'FIGHT.  SLAG  IS A GOOD GUY T'FIGHT.  *drops down into a sitting position on the ground, dumping the cubes around him and picking up a new one now that his last one is empty*  YER STILL BEIN' MORE ANNOYIN' THAN USUAL.

Warpath:

*thuds down onto the dirt himself, an expression of fresh irritation rising in his face as he picks one of the cubes he brought to drink from and lets the rest tumble to the ground* Slag? Yeah, right. Ain't gonna pick a real fight with someone who doesn't deserve it. Waste of time. And maybe I am, but everyone ELSE decided to badger me into sharin' my damn thoughts.

Bonecrusher:

*idly*  Y'COULDA JUS' TOLD 'EM T'SLAG OFF.

Warpath:

Didn' want 'em to. If I didn' want to SEE anyone, I wouldn' be in the fraggin' commons, I'd be wholed up in my quarters and pagin' you every other minute for a new load of CUBES.

Bonecrusher:

...SO LEMME GET THIS STRAIGHT.  *tosses back some of his cube*  Y'DIDN'T WANNA BE ALONE.  Y'WANTED PEOPLE TO TALK T'YA.  BUT Y'DIDN'T WANT T'SHARE YER THOUGHTS.  WHAT WERE Y'EXPECTIN', IDLE CONVERSATION ABOUT TH' WEATHER?

Warpath:

...

Warpath:

...fine. I jus' can't stand bein' alone anymore.

Bonecrusher:

*shakes his head*  YOU AN' EVERYBODY ELSE ON THIS SLAGGIN' ROCK.  LEMME GUESS, 'S WHY Y'DECIDED T'WANDER OFF AN' CHEAT ON TH' GAS-GUZZLER?

Warpath:

*dull, lifeless voice* Sure. Why not. Makes as much sense as anythin' I came up with for a reason

Bonecrusher:

OH, FER CRYIN' OUT -- *finishes the rest of his cube and chucks the empty thing at Warpath's head*  SLAGGER, FINE, WHAT WAS YER  REASONIN' FER IT?

Warpath:

*doesn't even flinch, just lets it bounce off him. He takes a long, long sip to buy a little time to piece his thoughts together before answering* Tired of feelin' bad 'bout not likin' everything 'Breaker likes. Wanted to be with someone who wouldn't make me DO anythin' for him.

Bonecrusher:

THEN DON'T  FEEL BAD ABOUT IT.  *shrugs*

Bonecrusher:

UNLESS HE'S GUILT TRIPPIN' YOU ABOUT IT, 'S JUS' YOU THINKIN'  Y'NEEDA FEEL BAD ABOUT NOT LIKIN' -- WHAT WAS IT, NATURE?  HIKIN' AN' ALL THAT SLAG.  WHATEVER.

Warpath:

...not just thinkin' it. It's him.

Warpath:

Or maybe I mean it's me. He loves me? Sure. Right. Sounds so STUPID right now.

Warpath:

He doesn't like anythin' 'bout me. Doesn't like fightin'. Doesn't like drinkin'. Probably doesn't even like my singin'.

Warpath:

He just... settled for me. 'Cuz I was there.

Bonecrusher:

....LOOK.  HERE'S TH' WAY I SEE IT.  HE'S WITH YA, WHICH MEANS HE MUST FIND SOMETHIN'  ABOUT YA INTERESTIN'.  IF HE LIKES YA THAT MUCH, HE'LL STICK WITH YA EVEN IF YER A SLAGGIN' MORON - WHICH YOU ARE - AN' DON'T HAVE EVERY SLAGGIN' THING IN COMMON.  HE'S GOT FRIENDS T'GO HIKING WITH, DOESN'T HE?  Y'GOT PEOPLE T'DRINK WITH.  Y'MEET HALFWAY ON TH' THINGS Y'BOTH LIKE, AN' THERE Y'GO.

Warpath:

...the FUCK I'm drunk enough that you're making sense. *starts gulping down more energon, posthaste*

Bonecrusher:

*chuckles a bit*  'S FUNNY HOW THAT HAPPENS, HUH.

Bonecrusher:

*is still drinking, but at a slower rate than the other*  IN EITHER CASE, DON'T FREAK OUT OVER THIS WHOLE CHEATIN' THING.  BLACKOUT.... *frowns*  BLACKOUT GOT OVER ME KISSIN' TRACKS.  YER LIL' GUZZLER WILL GET OVER Y'MESSIN' AROUND WITH WHOEVER IT WAS.

Warpath:

... *squints* You 'n' Tracks? What? Jes'... HUH?

Bonecrusher:

.......'S A LONG STORY.  NOT REALLY.  GOT DRUNK, KISSED, 'N BLACKOUT FLIPPED. 

Bonecrusher:

*looks at Warpath*  Y'GOT DRUNK, FOOLED AROUND, 'N BREAKER WILL PROBABLY FLIP FER A WHILE TOO.

Warpath:

Yeah. He'll probably go talk to SLINGSHOT. Now that he's back. *sneers into another sip, his mind still preoccupied imagining Tracks with Bonecrusher. He gives a little shudder*

Bonecrusher:

*shakes his head, not noticing the shudder*  YEAH.  THEY FRIENDS?

Warpath:

Yeah. They talk. Talked, at least. 'S'who he COMPARED me to. Fraggin' insufferable. *tilts back the cube to drain it* How am I supposed to DEAL with 'Breaker flippin' out on me, anyway?

Bonecrusher:

NOT SURE HOW HE'LL REACT.  DUNNO HIM, OTHER'N WHEN I DRAGGED Y'BOTH DOWN TO TH' BRIG.  IT DEPENDS ON IF HE'S A YELLER OR IF HE'S QUIET 'BOUT THESE KINNA THINGS.

Warpath:

Quiet. He's... real quiet. When he's upset. *scrabbles for another drink, something to do rather than just fall into silence and stare*

Bonecrusher:

SLAG, YER GONNA BE IN TROUBLE, IN THAT CASE.  *picks up another cube - his pile getting a little too small for his liking - and starts on it*  'COS HE'S GONNA BE QUIET AN' YER GONNA WANT HIM T'SAY SOMETHIN', SO YER GONNA START BABBLIN' AN' YOU'LL SAY SOMETHIN' STUPID.

Warpath:

Stupid like WHAT. Seems everyone's raggin' on me for sayin' dumb slag. Just what kinda STUPID thing could I POSSIBLY say that would actually make that conversation WORSE?

Bonecrusher:

Y'COULD GET MAD AN' START THROWIN' ACCUSATIONS AROUND, FER ONE.  FER TWO, Y'COULD ALWAYS GO INTO A DETAILED EXPLAINATION OF WHY, EXACTLY, Y'DID IT.  THAT, I'VE FOUND, DOESN'T DO MUCH T'HELP YER CASE.

Warpath:

Hnnh. Like he ain't gonna ASK me why. I ain't got slag to accuse him of, anyway. Bein' weird, 'Crusher. *chugs away, looking out to the horizon*

Bonecrusher:

Y'COULD TELL HIM HE WASN'T BEIN' NICE ENOUGH T'YA, OR THAT HE NEVER GIVES Y'ANY SLACK FER BEIN' WHO YOU ARE... THAT SORTA THING.  HE'S GONNA ASK Y'WHY, AN' Y'GOTTA BE READY  FER THAT.  'COS TH' LAST THING Y'WANT T'DO IS ANSWER HIM IN YER NORMAL, BRAZEN, "I-DON'T-GIVE-A-SLAG" WAY.  GOTTA BE SORRY, EVEN IF Y'AREN'T SORRY, GOTTA MAKE SURE Y'SHOW HIM Y'DIDN'T MEAN TO, EVEN IF Y'DID.

Warpath:

...

Warpath:

...I give a slag. I don't know where in the pits you jus' got that from. It's everyone else who cares so little they jus' shrug and go with it.

Bonecrusher:

Y'MOUTH OFF SO MUCH WITHOUT THINKIN', IT GIVES TH' IMPRESSION.

Warpath:

Well, thinkin' ain't carin'. So don' say stuff that's just flat out not true like that. I give a slag. *falls back with a whump to lie on the ground, staring up at the sky and looking rather like he doesn't actually care*

Bonecrusher:

RIGHT.  *nods, mock-understanding, and then takes another glug*  .....OKAY, THEN.  YER GONNA KEEP BEIN' AN EMO SLAGGER UNTIL TRAILBREAKER COMES BACK AN' DOESN'T YELL AT YOU.  THEN WHAT?  Y'GONNA FEEL EVEN WORSE 'COS HE EITHER LET IT GO, OR BROKE UP WITH YA.  RIGHT?  'S THAT WHERE YER AT, AT THIS POINT?

Warpath:

...wasn't thinkin' that far ahead. If he lets it go, that's... great, I guess. If not, then not. I don't know. Is there somethin' you WANT to hear from me, 'Crusher? Because you ain't got no ground to stand on, callin' emo on anyone else.

Bonecrusher:

AT THIS POINT, 'M PRETTY MUCH SAYIN' WHATEVER I THINK MIGHT GET YOU T'ACTUALLY TALK, RATHER THAN SIT THERE AN' MOPE.  PRIMUS, IF I WAS TRYIN' T'GET SOMETHIN' SPECIFIC OUTTA YOU, I WOULDA GOTTEN IT ALREADY.

Warpath:

I'm talkin', ain't I? What's the hang-up? Jes' 'cause I'm depressed that I'm a shitty Autobot and the Autobots have gone to shit? I can't piece together why you're even out here.

Bonecrusher:

......'M OUT HERE 'COS FER TH' LAST FEW DAYS I'VE BEEN IN TH' MEDBAY, BLACKOUT DOPED UP AN' OUTTA IT AN' NOT REMEMBERIN' WHO I AM, AN' QUITE FRANKLY, TRYIN' T'HELP YOU WITH YER PROBLEMS IS BETTER THAN TRYIN' T'DEAL WITH MINE.  *glares at the cube in his hand before polishing it off, throwing it to the side and pulling out two of the medical grade cubes, holding one out to Warpath*

Bonecrusher:

THAT'S  WHY 'M OUT HERE.

Warpath:

Hnnh. *takes the cube but doesn't drink, mulling that one over* Sounds like you need some fatalistic nihilism in your life. Want to try it?

Bonecrusher:

HAH.  WE'RE OUT HERE T'TALK ABOUT YOU, NOT ME.  'S KINNA TH' POINT OF THIS WHOLE EXCERSISE.  *takes a small gulp of the medical grade, making a face*

Warpath:

Well, we're fresh outta my borin' slag. Yours sounds so much SPICIER. War injuries. Amnesia. Stayin' by your braindamaged lover's side. I just made out with Prowl.

Bonecrusher:

*actually snorts at that, looking around at Warpath*  PROWL.

Warpath:

...oh, FUCK me...

Bonecrusher:

NO THANKS.

Warpath:

Shut up. Don't say a WORD.

Bonecrusher:

*has the decency to look wounded at that*  WHY WOULD I?

Bonecrusher:

SLAGGIT, TEAKETTLE, YOU AN' TH' POLICE CRUISER ARE ON TH' BOTTOM OF MY SHIT LIST.

Warpath:

....bet that list would make for right interestin' readin'. *settles back a bit against the ground in genuine relief that 'Crusher isn't finding some fresh vein of assault. He takes a sip of the medical grade, savoring the awful kick*

Bonecrusher:

*takes a sip*  Y'COULD HAVE PICKED SOMEONE A LIL'... IUNNO.  MORE EXCITING.  BUT WHATEVER, 'S NEVER WHO Y'THINK IT'D BE, RIGHT?

Warpath:

Excitin'? Who's EXCITIN'? All the reasonable, interestin' people who it's even worth spendin' time with are laid back. Or at least ain't all that flashy.

Bonecrusher:

'S JUS'.... SLAGGIT, PROWL?   Y'COULDA GONE FER JAZZ,  IF Y'WANTED SOMEONE OUTTA THAT PAIR.  AT LEAST JAZZ IS PROB'LY MORE ENTERTAININ'.  *takes a gulp - it feels like burning, but it feels so good*

Warpath:

Yeah? *swigs a bit more down with a growl* Yer the one who's supposed to be so smart right now. If Jazz is an entertainin' type, and he can have his PICK, why'd he choose Prowl unless there's somethin' there?

Bonecrusher:

NOT A SLAGGIN' CLUE, BUT HE'S A WEIRD ONE.  MAYBE HE'S REAL KINKY BEHIND CLOSED DOORS 'ER SOMETHIN'.  I DUNNO.  SPORTS CARS PICK WEIRD  PEOPLE T'LIKE.

Warpath:

Kinky? Hnnh, right. We were both so desperate for a lay it didn' take much more'n a groping to knock each other out.

Warpath:

...good kisser, though.

Bonecrusher:

'S TOO BAD.  IF YER GONNA DO IT, Y'MIGHT AS WELL DO IT RIGHT.  *scoffs a bit, taking another drink*

Warpath:

Uh-huh. 'Cuz it just gets so much BETTER if I really fuck him GOOD, right? 'Breaker wouldn' want me to pass THAT up. *scoffs right back as he slurps more down*

Bonecrusher:

*shrugs, taking ather sip and looking around at the landscape*  JUS' FIGURE, IF YER GONNA FUCK UP, AT LEAST FUCK UP RIGHT AN' COMPLETELY, RATHER THAN HALF-AFTEDLY.

Warpath:

*sets his cube down, suddenly convinced that he really doesn't want to keep drinking if it'll make logic like that sound sensible* Think I'd rather be half a fuck-up than a complete one, 'Crusher. Crazy notion.

Bonecrusher:

CAN'T EVEN COMMIT T'SCREWIN' UP, HUH?  *keeps going, quite content with getting plastered*  Y'KNOW, I HAVEN'T EVEN ASKED TH' DEFAULT, "Y'WANNA DO IT AGAIN?" KINDA QUESTION.  'S USUALLY TH' FIRST ONE Y'ASK IN SITUATIONS LIKE THIS.

Warpath:

.  .  .

Bonecrusher:

*is very patient*

Warpath:

...I don't know. Depends. How he acts, when I tell 'im. It'd be easier if Prowl was just... disgusted with me. 'stead of bein' so... I dunno, I dunno.

Warpath:

I fight and screw 'Breaker, and I missed the fight and I can't screw 'Breaker right now. What else am I gonna do?

Bonecrusher:

*takes a swig*  DRINK AN' LISTEN T'LOUD MUSIC, I'D SAY.  AN' I WASN'T ASKIN' ABOUT TH' IF'S, TEAKETTLE.  IF Y'HAD TH' CHANCE T'DO IT AGAIN, RIGHT NOW, WOULD YA, OR WOULD YA NOT?

Warpath:

*is silent for quite a while at that one, turning it over in his head and considering whether to just tell 'Crusher to FUCK OFF and not force him to THINK about these things* ...no. But maybe I'd answer different, at the end of this cube.

Bonecrusher:

THEN MAYBE Y'SHOULD WATCH WHO Y'DRINK AROUND FROM NOW ON.  REALLY, WARPATH.  I DUNNO WHAT, EXACTLY, YER TRYIN' T'ACCOMPLISH WITH ALL THIS.  YER MISERABLE 'COS YA DID IT, BUT.... YER NOT  SORRY Y'DID?  IZZAT IT?  OR MAYBE Y'ARE SORRY Y'DID IT, BUT YER... SLAGGIT, 'M TOO DRUNK T'COME UP WITH EVALUATIONS.  *another sip might fix that!*

Warpath:

Tryin' to ACCOMPLISH? *barks out a laugh* If I had somethin' to accomplish, I wouldn' be in this slaggin' mess. An' I wouldn' be pissin' off everyone I thought was okay. Only thing left to accomplish is what I was talkin' 'bout in there. Waitin' for somethin' to kill me.

Bonecrusher:

Y'HAVE A GIANT CANNON ON YER CHEST, WARPATH.  *flatly*  IF Y'WANNA DIE, JUS' TRIGGER A MISFIRE.  BLOW YERSELF UP, INSTEADA TH' WALL.

Warpath:

Ha. Wouldn' give your likes the satisfaction.

Bonecrusher:

IF I WANTED T'SEE ANYTHIN' LIKE THAT, I WOULD KILL YA MYSELF.  *takes another drink*

Warpath:

Go for it. Let's do this. *doesn't sound particularly interested* I ain't got the kinda rounds in that would drop ya 'fore you got in range. So it'd be me wailin' on whatever guts I shot out an' you clawin' up my armor. Good matchup.

Bonecrusher:

NOT REALLY IN TH' MOOD T'BE IN TH' MEDBAY FOR ANY REASON OTHER THAN BLACKOUT, RIGHT NOW.  *without remorse*  SORRY.

Warpath:

Nah, see, then y'can be all pitiful together. Slag, maybe y'should just wail on me, there's a plan... be TORN UP 'bout my confession! HA HA HA!

Bonecrusher:

*turns to look at Warpath, snarling*  HE ISN'T PITIFUL.  AN' Y'KNOW, Y'REALLY CAN'T DO THIS DEPRESSED THING REALLY WELL - ALL Y'SEEM T'DO IS LIKE PISSIN' PEOPLE OFF.

Warpath:

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! TORN UP!

Warpath:

*wheezes with laughter, his engine rumbling with satisfaction* Get it!?

Bonecrusher:

*grows and takes a too-big swig, coughing a bit*  YEAH.  REAL FUNNY, AFTHEAD.

Bonecrusher:

*growls

Warpath:

It IS! Slag, I'm almost as clever as I thought!

Bonecrusher:

.....DO YOU EVER  THINK ABOUT WHAT'S COMIN' OUTTA YER MOUTH?  OR DO YER PROCESSOR-TO-VOCALIZER FILTERS JUST NOT WORK?

Warpath:

Shove off, yer just jealous you don't think of lines like that. *smiles brightly; his mood's rather come around, at least for the moment*

Bonecrusher:

YEAH.  REAL JEALOUS.  *shakes his head - Primus, the damned 'bot's flakier than HE is, on a bad day.*

Warpath:

Uh-huh. Heck, y'got me THINKIN'. What've I got to complain about? 'Breaker'll see things my way. He ain't forgettin' my NAME or anythin'.

Warpath:

*radiant smiiiiiiiiiiiile*

Bonecrusher:

......

Warpath:

An' everyone else is a bag of afts, but so what, I drink enough and they get real friendly.

Warpath:

THANKS, 'Crusher.

Bonecrusher:

.....Y'KNOW, THIS IS WHY 'M NOT NICE T'PEOPLE.  *takes another swig, thinking to move to stand - but there's still a few more cubes, damn it!  He has to drink them or else they'll... go bad.  Or something.*

Warpath:

Why? Because they'll actually cheer up, an' then y'can't lord it over them?

Bonecrusher:

'COS THEY TAKE CHEAP SHOTS LIKE THAT, T'MAKE THEMSELVES FEEL BETTER.  'S KINDA ANNOYIN', WHEN YER TRYIN' T'HELP.  *glares at his cube and drains the last few bits of medical grade, before grabbing at one fot the few cubes remaining and starting on that*

Warpath:

Cheap shot? Hnnh. Don' buy it. You were throwin' it 'round yourself. Because YOU'RE the one with problems, right? Jes' tryin' to help you out, 'Crusher! You're the one with the issues!

Warpath:

So VENT! *sits up, beaming, and the coldness behind it is obvious, now* Jus' get it all out, for me! All your li'l problems!

Warpath:

Are you achin'? Is it eatin' you up?

Bonecrusher:

....I CAME OUT HERE T'HELP YOU.  NOT SO SOMEONE WOULD LISTEN T'ME, Y'MORON.  I HAVE FRIENDS T'GO TO IF I WANT THAT.

Warpath:

But friends are strange. Friends are FICKLE, ain't they?

Warpath:

Friends ain't willin' to lay you out...

Warpath:

*and his optics are gleaming over his face guard, now* Would a FRIEND suggest poundin' you down? Slaggin' up your memory banks?

Warpath:

Howsabout it? He forgets you, you forget him? Fair's fair?

Bonecrusher:

SHUT YER TRAP, AUTOBOT.  *lowly, taking a deep gulp*

Warpath:

Yeah? *sneers* Suck my 'bot cock. Bastard 'con.

Bonecrusher:

........*BUSTS UP laughing*

Warpath:

*snatches up his med-grade cube to slug down another big gulp, then shakes his head* Rggh.

Bonecrusher:

*grinning now, though not all that pleasantly, still chuckling a bit*  HAH.  MADE ME FEEL BETTER.

Bonecrusher:

THOUGH, Y'KNOW.  *idly, finishing off the cube and going for another*  THAT'S TH' SECOND SEXUAL COMMENT Y'VE MADE TOWARDS ME T'NIGHT.  MAYBE Y'SHOULD STOP DRINKIN'.

Warpath:

Fuckin' TRACKS sees somethin' in you, even though you carved him up. Obviously I need to keep on drinkin' to discover that 'Crusher MAGIC. *snickers and starts lifting himself up to stand*

Bonecrusher:

*growls and reaches over, grabbing the tank by the side of his neck, yanking him forward to snarl into his audios*  DON'T.  TALK ABOUT TRACKS AN' ME.  EVER.  I AIN'T TELLIN' SLAG 'BOUT THE POLICE CRUISER 'N YOU - HAVE TH' SAME RESPECT.

Warpath:

*jerks against the grip, his voice instantly going ice cold* I don' recall when I started sharin' anythin' 'bout you two to someone else. Maybe you should be a li'l FRIENDLIER 'bout it.

Bonecrusher:

.....*shoves Warpath away, still growling a little*  IT WAS A WARNIN'.  TRACKS DOESN'T NEED THIS WHOLE... *slumps a bit*  THING GETTIN' ON HIS PERMANENT RECORD.

Warpath:

...a warnin'. Right. *takes a moment to appraise 'Crusher for target points, his cannon quivering a little before he settles again* What RECORD? Might be dumb of Tracks, but he ain't mated off, ain't breakin' anythin' up doin' it.

Bonecrusher:

....MIGHT BE DUMB.  *sneers at his cube and finishes it, tossing it away*  MIGHT BE DUMB ENOUGH T'GET PEOPLE T'BE WEIRDED OUT BY HIM 'ER SUMMIN'.  I DUNNO.  JUS' RATHER HAVE IT OUTTA PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE.  I DOUBT IT'S SOMETHIN' HE WANTS T'BE REMINDED ABOUT IN CASUAL COMPANY.

Warpath:

*It's his turn to narrow his optics, but more out of curiosity than menace* ...who's'it you're in love with, again?

Bonecrusher:

............... *shrugs*  I GOT FEELINGS FOR TH' CORVETTE, YEAH.  ELSE I WOULDN'T'VE DONE ANYTHIN' WITH HIM.  BUT I LOVE BLACKOUT.  'S KINDA ANNOYIN', HOW COMPLICATED THIS PLACE MAKES THINGS.

Warpath:

*considers saying something contemptuous, but lets it slide with a little grimace* 's'not the place. 's'the moment Prime got slaggin' crazy enough to make up with the vicious glitch you waddle around after.

Bonecrusher:

DON'T INSULT MEGATRON 'ROUND ME.  *isn't looking at Warpath, but there's a serious underlying bite to his words - he might play casual around everyone, but he's still a Decepticon*

Warpath:

*just STARES at Bonecrusher, the faintest titter sliding out of him* Don't in...? Are you serious? Are you slaggin' SERIOUS?

Warpath:

Well, Primus alive, seems I've found that armor platin's TERRIBLE WEAKNESS! Because I can threaten to beat your processors into a sparkin' mess of silicon, but insultin' the two-bit whackjob supreme himself is RIGHT OUT.

Bonecrusher:

*turns to look at the tank levelly*  'S VERY SIMPLE, WARPATH.  Y'INSULT PRIME AROUND DECEPTICONS, AN' MEGATRON AROUND AUTOBOTS.  HE MIGHT BE A TWO-BIT WHACKJOB, BUT HE'S STILL LORD MEGATRON, AND A FRIEND OF MINE.  I DON'T EXPECT YOU T'UNDERSTAND, BUT DON'T INSULT MY FRIENDS AROUND ME.

Warpath:

...

Warpath:

...Megatron's so ugly, Prime got Ratchet to disconnect his optics and hook him up with sonar.

Bonecrusher:

*snorts*  WE'RE TALKIN' 'BOUT MEGATRON, HERE, NOT ONSLAUGHT.

Warpath:

Fine. Megatron's so dumb, he kept an energon cube on a shelf for weeks 'fore someone told him it wasn't a lava lamp.

Bonecrusher:

*growls, optics still locked on the other*  STOP.

Warpath:

*just shakes his head, grinning mirthlessly* This is fraggin' SAD, owlface. All that bulk and brawn and tellin' me to play real NICELIKE, and here you're ready to flip out over me callin' your dingbat out.

Bonecrusher:

.....*pushes himself to his feet, still looking at the other, almost contemplating him - if it weren't for the definitely angry look on his face, it probably wouldn't mean much of anything*

Warpath:

I should learn some Primus-damned VENTROLIQUISM. Could have you dancin' like a puppet on my string. *waggles his fingers with an unkind smirk, watching for Bonecrusher's tension and waiting*

Bonecrusher:

*finally crosses his arms, still looking at the tank with that hard glare*  ....PRIMUS.  Y'DO A REALLY GOOD JOB OF PUSHIN' PEOPLE AWAY WHEN THEY'RE TRYIN' T'HELP YA.  SLAGGIT, HAVE FUN HANGIN' OUT ALL ALONE, HATIN' TH' WORLD AN' EVERYONE IN IT.  *starts gathering up the cubes that remain in his pile, shaking his head a bit in annoyance*

Warpath:

*snorts* Tryin' to help? Hatin' the world, an' everyone in it? 'Crusher, maybe you've forgotten WHAT you are. Slag. Think you were arrogant enough 'fore you started thinkin' you were above anyone in any way that MATTERED.

Bonecrusher:

.....YOU IDIOT.  *looks up, holding a handful of cubes*  IF I THOUGHT I WAS ABOVE  ANYONE, I WOULDN'T BE TRYIN' T'HELP YOU, OR AT LEAST HUMOR YOU AN' LISTEN T'YER PROBLEMS.  I WOULDN'T HAVE TOLD YOU T'LAY OFFA THE SLINGSHOT ARGUMENT SO Y'DIDN'T GET THROWN INTO TH' BRIG AGAIN.  'M TRYIN'  T'BE NICE T'YA, 'COS SLAGGIN' HELL, SEEMS LIKE ALL YOU DO IS MAKE PEOPLE ANGRY AN' UPSET WITH YOU.  YOU EVEN PISSED OFF TH' LENNOX FEMME.  THAT'S NOT GOOD.  DO YOU WANT  FRIENDS, OR WHAT?

Warpath:

The hell do I care what some human thinks? You've got a funny sense of HUMOR for me. You've been talkin' down to me this whole time. Yeah, your advice don't COMPLETELY suck, but all you're doin' with it is sneer at me like I've got a thorn in my paw and I'm too stupid to let you pull it out. You ain't NICE and you ain't my FRIEND, 'Crusher.

Bonecrusher:

I WASN'T TRYIN' T'TALK DOWN T'YOU!  *exasperated*  I WAS TRYIN' T'HELP YA 'COS PRIMUS,  'M IN THE SAME SLAGGIN' BOAT AS YOU HALF TH' TIME AN' IT AIN'T FUN!  I KNOW I AIN'T NICE, AND I KNOW I AIN'T YER FRIEND, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN'T TRY T'HELP, DOES IT?

Warpath:

Same boat!? Same slaggin' BOAT!? *snarls, a deep rage taking hold of him and driving him two steps closer to 'Crusher's face* Are you THAT dumb, or are you just talkin' out your aft 'cause you want me to get so disgusted I'll go? We're not in the same situation ANY time! Every fuckin' day here is "I love 'Crusher" day! Everyone loves your stupid, violent bullshit! You claw me up, and Fireflight decks ME for it! There ain't a mech on base that wouldn' stick their neck out for you! You could have gone as crazy as Megs and chewed up Blackout YOURSELF, and everyone'd STICK! UP! FOR! YOU!

Bonecrusher:

DO Y'THINK I LIKE THAT?! 'M NOT A MORON, WARPATH.  I SHOULDN'T BE ABLE T'GET AWAY WITH EVERYTHIN' I DO!  BUT I DO, AN' IT'S EITHER 'COS THEY THINK 'M TOO STUPID  T'KNOW BETTER, OR TH' FACT THAT I ONLY MOUTH OFF AN' DO STUPID SLAG WHEN I'M RIGHT, AN' THEY'RE WRONG.  WHAT, D'YA WANT ME T'TELL YA THAT THIS WHOLE TIME, I'VE BEEN JUS' AMUSIN' MYSELF WITH YER PROBLEMS?  D'YA WANT  ME T'BE AN AFT SO Y'CAN HATE ME EASIER?

Warpath:

*keeps moving closer, until his cannon muzzle is jabbing menacingly at 'Crusher and he can reach to grab for 'Crusher's shoulders, no longer caring about the size difference and the tactical wisdom of getting difference* You only mouth off when you're RIGHT!? What a fuckin' LAUGH, 'Crusher, I could say the same! Four outta five times, I KNOW what I'm talkin' about, and people just write me off as THAT JACKAFT WARPATH because it's EASIER than ownin' up to it! So of course you'd take the chance to AMUSE yourself with my problems, 'cause I'm the one flailin' around for nothin' while you've got every mech wrapped 'round your finger! You're an aft already because you'll sit back instead of OWNIN' UP TO THE SLAG.

Bonecrusher:

I DID OWN UP!  WHEN I FUCK UP I TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!  WHEN I NEARLY KILLED TRACKS, NOTHIN' HAPPENED T'ME, AN' ANY NORMAL MECH WOULDA BACKED OFF AN' TAKEN THAT AS A GOOD OMEN, BUT INSTEAD I CONFRONTED OPTIMUS FUCKING PRIME  AN' IT WAS HIS STUPID CHOICE  NOT T'SLAG ME, ALRIGHT?  *snarls now, optics dimming and narrowing*  AN' FER YOUR INFORMATION, TH' DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AN' ME KNOWIN' WHAT WE'RE TALKIN' ABOUT IS THAT I WAIT AN' TEST TH' WATERS, RATHER THAN JUST RUNNIN' MY VOCALIZER OFF WITHOUT THINKIN' ABOUT IT!  STOP ACTIN' LIKE YER COMPLETELY UNRESPONSIBLE FER HOW PEOPLE PERCIEVE YOU!  AN' FER TH' LAST TIME, I AM NOT JUST TALKIN' T'YA 'COS I WANT SOME CHEAP ENTERTAINMENT!  I HONESTLY WANNA HELP YOU, Y'MORONIC TEAPOT!

Warpath:

YOU DIDN' EVEN AGREE WITH -PRIME'S- RETARDED CHOICE! *his engine is roaring, now, and his face is close enough for the thin glowing lines of targeting reticles in his optics to be visible* THE DIFFERENCE IS THAT YOU SLINK 'ROUND AND TEST HOW YOU CAN SQUIRM OUTTA GETTIN' ANY FLAK, WHILE I PUT UP WITH IT! 'Cuz all those nasty PERCEPTIONS!? It's the price of bein' HONEST, 'Crusher! So FUCKING HONESTY TIME - ARE YOU HELPIN' ME OUT OF THE -GOODNESS- OF YOUR MISERABLE SLAGGIN' SPARK, OR ARE YOU JUST HAVIN' FUN RUNNIN' ME LIKE A GUINEA PIG THROUGH YOUR SAME PILE OF TROUBLE!?

Bonecrusher:

*his optics refocus and he shifts a half-step back, not particularly liking this lack-of-distance thing*  FINE!  I'M JUS' PRETENDIN' T'WANNA HELP 'COS 'M BORED.  AFTER ALL, 'S NOT LIKE I HAVE MY OWN PROBLEMS TO DEAL WITH!  *barks out a laugh, not looking humored at all*  IF I WANTED T'ENTERTAIN MYSELF, I'D BE BEATIN' YOU UP INSTEAD OF TRYIN' T'HELP YOU!  PRIMUS, WHAT DOES IT TAKE T'MAKE Y'REALIZE 'M NOT TRYIN' T'BELITTLE YOU?!

Warpath:

*shifts a two-thirds step forward, pressing his face right up against 'Crusher's as he snarls his rage - he happens to think this level of distance is perfectly appropriate!* You AIN'T dealin' with them, long as you're still thinkin' 'bout runnin' off to Uruguay! You wanna be convincin'? Here's a fraggin' TIP, Bonecrusher! Maybe if you could show me even the FAINTEST sign that you actually gave a damn about me, I could buy it!

Bonecrusher:

I'M HERE WITH YOU, TRYIN' T'HELP YOU, INSTEAD OF WATCHING OVER BLACKOUT IN CASE HE WAKES UP AN' SOMEHOW FORGETS MORE THAN HE ALREADY HAS!   *snarls*  Y'KNOW WHO HE IS, RIGHT?  MY BRAINDAMAGED LOVER?

Warpath:

Forgets more'n he already has!? *lets out a single, bitter laugh, in a surprising show of empathy* He forgot YOU, 'Crusher! He's past the fuckin' point of maximum concern! In my PROFESSIONAL slaggin' medical opinion, HE'LL KEEP.

Bonecrusher:

............*stares at the other, almost dumbstruck, before laughing slightly, utterly in disbelief*  I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.  Y'CAN'T EVEN TAKE A FRAGGIN'... I WAS TRYIN' T'HELP.  Y'DIDN'T HAVE T'LISTEN T'ME AT ANY POINT IN THIS CONVERSATION.  *is actually so utterly surprised  that the other can't take a hint that he's unable to even bring up a really angry tone*

Warpath:

Well, well, well FUCK YOU. I did. *his angry stare breaks for just a moment, leaving a tormented mixture of all the pain and desperation and self-loathing that's been boiling away inside him. He shoves at 'Crusher as he pulls his grip loose and stalks back to collect his cubes, keeping his optics as far away from 'Crusher as possible* Slagger.

Bonecrusher:

......*watches the other pick up, frowning now* .....WHAT IS WITH  YOU?  *sighs, kneeling down to finish cleaning up, tucking some of the cubes back into compartments - before pulling out another cube of medical grade and chucking it so that it falls, without breaking, beside Warpath*  Y'NEED THAT MORE'N I DO.

Warpath:

...hnnh. Yeah. Least keepin' myself in a stupor'll prevent me from doin' aythin' ELSE stupid until 'Breaker gets back, right? *snatches it up and cradles it with the other cubes, taking a moment to glance at the horizon as if the Hilux would be visible coming in* 'Fore I bang Prowl again. Or Bombshock. Or you in your GRIEVIN' state.

Bonecrusher:

*shakes his head, smirking wryly without much humor*  YEAH, 'COS THAT WOULD END SO WELL.  LOOK.  IF Y'DON'T WANNA BE IN A RELATIONSHIP, THEN DON'T BE IN ONE.  IF Y'WANNA BE IN A RELATIONSHIP... HEH.  THEN Y'ARE  IN TH' SAME BOAT AS ME, AN' WE SHOULD KEEP DRINKIN' UNTIL ONE OF US GETS SMART.

Warpath:

Ain't gonna be me. My luck bein' what it is, I'll either stop drinkin' and stay dumb or keep drinkin' and get dumber. Go check on your rotorhead, 'Crusher, before he starts cryin' in binary for his parents the ceiling fans. *keeps his gaze out and away, waiting for the other to leave*

Bonecrusher:

........COMM ME WHEN Y'TURN INTO A SOBBIN', MALFUNCTIONIN' WRECK IN YER BRIDAL SUITE, TEAKETTLE.  *he does just what Warpath wants - grabs one last cube and then heads in, planning on going to the medbay to do just what the tank so kindly  told him to do*

Warpath:

Have at it, then. *turns to look at 'Crusher only when he hears the sound of 'Crusher safely trudging away, watching the other mech go without saying another word*