September 28th, 2001
~Whiplash (D), Aviator (D)

The Wild Surge - Bar

     Dimly lit and noisy, Dead End's only bar is never lacking in patrons. While the energon isn't of the best quality, many of the chemical additives are unique to the place, and so highly prized by those who can afford them, even outside of the city. For those less affluent, the wall behind the bar still offers old, contaminated energon and various forms of crude-grade fuel as well as the more acceptable low and high grade energon, plus some interesting compounds that are better left to the imagination.


Whiplash [Robot] [D]
Obvious exits:
 -O- Out leads to Dead End - North Strip.

-Whiplash is kind-of stalking back and forth near the door, her tentacles thrashing around her.
-Moonlight walks into the Wild Surge, her pace slow and easy, humming a little ditty to herself.
-Whiplash looks over sharply, then settles again as she recognizes Moonlight.
-Moonlight nods to Whiplash. "Something on your mind?" 
-Whiplash looks over toward the latest arrival, the tentacles coming forward again, then settling again. "Nah," she answers Moonlight. "I just came by here to make sure everything was okay. Didn't expect to have some self-appointed bodyguard insult my ability to look after myself, though." Her optics flash a little brighter in remembered annoyance.
-Moonlight hmmms. "Bodyguard, eh? Who's the unfortunate being?"
-Aviator walks in casually, seeing some familiar faces. Walking over to Whiplash, he says, "Of all places, Whiplash, you're here. Wow."
-Whiplash says, "Guy called Stronghold. Haven't seen him around much until now. But he oughtta keep his good intentions to looking out for trouble himself." She gives Aviator a blank look. "What's so surprising about my being here? Got some friends that run the place, after all.""
-Aviator orders an F-5. "Wouldn't expect you to come to a place like this."
-Moonlight nods to the unfamiliar mech as he walks up to Whiplash, whom she is currently speaking to. "Was it really that bad?"
-Whiplash says, "Someone's gotta keep an optic on things. We had some 'Bots sliming around here last night."
-Aviator nods, taking a sip of his drink. "I hate it when they infest these kind of places. Ruins the whole atmosphere."
-Moonlight bobs her head in agreement with the mech. "And they can't keep their mits to themselves."
-Whiplash replies to Moonlight, "Bad? Let's just say I don't enjoy having my competence questioned." Her expression turns more surprised at Moonlight's next words. "Easy solution to that."
-Aviator looks over at the unknown mech. "I believe we haven't met. I'm Aviator. And you are?"
-Moonlight turns to the mech and extends a hand, tilting her head back slightly so he can see the glint of her optics as she winks, "The name's Moonlight, smuggler extraordinaire." She then turns back to Whiplash with a questioning "Oh?"
-Whiplash folds her arms across her chest, intertwining a few tentacles around them. "They get one warning," she explains. "The second time, you chop off their hands."
-Whiplash says, "And you only gotta do it to one, before the others get the hint too."
-Moonlight smiles ruefully at Whiplash. "That requires some sort of blade, doesn't it? That's a commodity I usually don't carry on my person." Her look then turns mockingly mournful. "Besides, if I did that, it would scare away any mechs I /did/ find an interest in."
-Whiplash goes behind the bar and starts rummaging. "There's a difference," she explains, her voice slightly muffled as she has her head in an open drawer, "between telling someone to keep their hands off, and letting on that it's okay. If they're too dumb to make the distinction, you don't *want* a guy like that."
-You say, "I don't want everyone to think I'm some sort of psychotic mech-hater."
-Whiplash says, "Gotta protect your personal space... Ah, here!" Her head pops up behind the bar again, as she triumphantly holds up a long, gleaming knife. "See, there had to be a thing like this back here. You just keep that handy, in case you need it."
-Aviator listens to the conversation, taking a seat at the bar, sipping his drink in solitude.
-Whiplash says, "But hey, let's get a male's take on all this." She looks to Aviator. "If you saw a lady running off some obnoxious drunk, would you think she was a psychotic mech-hater? Or that she was asserting her rights to be left alone? Maybe even - pretty damn competent?"
-Aviator, leaning on the bar, sits up as he raises an optic ridge. "Err..."
-Whiplash grins. "Come on, be honest. What would you think?"
-Moonlight watches Aviator intently from beneath the brim of her hat.
-Aviator gazes down at the bar in contemplation for a second. "Well, considering the given circumstances..." He looks over at the two femmes. "I'd say this anonymous lady would be pretty damn competent!"
-Whiplash laughs. "Taking the safe way out, hm? Oh, alright."
-Aviator grins.
-Whiplash turns to Moonlight. "But you see what I mean. Keep a little something handy to discourage the more insistent types. They can't walk all over you, after all."
-Moonlight pulls off her hat to look sideways at Whiplash. "So, why don't I see you with any mechs Whiplash? Scared them all off by now?" It's apparent by her expression that she knows she could be walking a thin line, but curiosity is propelling her to take that chance.
-Whiplash grins, showing a full set of serrated fangs, though the expression holds a shade of menace as well as amusement. "You got it," she says.
-Moonlight shrugs her shoulders. "Is that the good news, or the bad news?"
-Whiplash adds, "Who needs those kinda problems." That time, there was even a hint of bitterness and disgust in her tone.
-Aviator looks up. "Problems, huh."
-Whiplash looks at Aviator matter-of-factly and says, "More trouble than it's worth, what can I say? I got a job to do, after all."
-Moonlight plunks herself down at in a seat, puts her feet up on the table, and leans back. She places her hat back on her head and folds her arms behind her head.
-Whiplash sets the knife out of sight behind the counter, but within easy reach on a hidden shelf, and gives Moonlight a significant look, then comes back out from behind the bar.
-Moonlight 'eyes' the knife, then looks back at Whiplash. "So, how is Enfilade?"
-Whiplash glances toward the south wall, where the hidden entrance leads upward into the Light Deal. "Still sleeping it off, last I checked. I'll look in on her in a bit again. Right now, I want to take a run around the nearby alleys, make sure our 'friends' from last night didn't come back."
-Whiplash says, "You have any trouble in here, you call me, okay? I'll be nearby."
-Moonlight, since Whiplash is now gone, turns her gaze towards Aviator.
-Aviator , since Whiplash is now gone, turns his gaze towards Moonlight.
-Moonlight stays in her comfortable position. "So, what brings you out here? The scenery?"
-Aviator stands up and walks over to the table Moonlight is at. "Well, the drinks are mighty fine, and the crowd is usually sociable. May I join you?"
-Moonlight waves a languid hand towards the seats at her table. "Go for it. I don't carry mech-slashing knives."
-Aviator takes a seat. "What about you? How come I haven't seen you before?"
-Moonlight shrugs. "I've been away and busy."
-Aviator finishes off his F-5. Grinning, he says, "Want anything to drink? It's on me."
-You say, "Sure. Why don't you surprise me?"
-Aviator grinning, stands up. "I'll do just that." He walks over to the bar and orders up a couple drinks.
-Aviator returns to the table, two glasses in hand. Placing one glass in front of Moonlight, Aviator sits down. "Best Enerwine in the house."
-Moonlight takes her glass in a swift movement. "Thank you," she says with a smile.
-Aviator holds his glass up to toast, still grinning.
-Moonlight decides to join the toast and clinks her glass against Aviators and proceeds to partake of the alcoholic goodness.
-Aviator clinks and takes a sip.