August 8th, 2002 ~Psykeout(D), Blitzwing(D) Golden Blaster - Bar Room A former transit station that extended both above and below ground, the Golden Blaster was recently reconstructed. This was once the junction station and has now been renovated into a quiet bar. Several tables are set about, while a former concession stand was converted to a bar equipped with stools for the patrons. The dim lighting and the smell of smoke waft gently through the sometimes still air, adding a quiet ambiance. A jukebox sits in the corner, carrying everything from the latest techno-pop to pre-war love melodies. The quiet in this room allows for deals to be made and secrets to be exchanged with little chance of eavesdropping. Behind the counter most nights is Shotglass, a femme who is very popular with the local patrons. Working the tables are the waiter, Tankard, and the waitress, Downtime. Players: Blitzwing Psykeout Objects: Drink Menu Slash Jukebox Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Crystal City - Commercial Sector -D- Spiral Staircase leads to Golden Blaster - Dance Floor -Music can be heard playing, a lively, upbeat tune. And, not too surprisingly, Moonlight is on top of the bar, getting right into the rhythm of things. -Psykeout sits (SURPRISE SURPRISE) in his usual corner. (Blah, ener-cig, blah, mug, blah). -Blitzwing is still kicking back various heavy drinks followed by enerbeers. When angry...drink. When happy...drink. When awake... drink. Again he waves to Psyke "Awww come on, have a drink." -Moonlight is a very energetic femme and her movements show that she is this as well as being graceful and not the shy type. When her head goes back far enough that those around her can see her optics, they gleam with excitment and a fair share of mischief, and she will occassionally wink, though at who isn't clear. -Psykeout moves his head out from the shadows, offering Blitzwing a bit of a snarl. "I drink when I want to drink, Blitzwing. I appreciate your generic offer of a friendly drink, but I refuse the option to join you." He moves his head back into the shadows, allowing the ember of his ener-cig to light up his faceplate. -Blitzwing gives a dismissive wave to the enigmatic wacko... then raise his glass to Moonlight and tosses it back hurridly. -Moonlight gives Blitzwing a bit of a wave/wink/smile at the tribute of a glass. -Blitzwing Tosses back yet another F-5 followed by an enerbeer, and merrily stumble walks over to Psyke's table. "You have a spare cig?" -Psykeout 'stands' his ground, hidden by the shadows. Offering Blitzwing another soft snarl, his hand comes out of the shadows. Motioning to a chair across from him, a glinty smile crosses the lips of Psykeout. "Sit, Blitzwing. Before you trip over something and hurt yourself. That would be tragic." His optics flicker slightly, as he orders himself another drink. -Finally the music ends, and Moonlight ends her dance as well with a sweeping bow. A few mechs clap, some cheer, and an even smaller amount give her lewd comments. She ignores most of this and heads over to Psykeout's usual table. -Blitzwing sits down in the chair and taking note of Psykeout's tone he puts his sword on the table with a thud, grinning first at the sword, then Psykeout. "What brings you here Psykeout?" -Psykeout pulls out his rifle, setting it on the table. The light reflecting off the word carved into the side of it. Rolling an ener-cig towards Blitzwing, he answers the mech's question. "When I am not tormenting the citizens outside of this city, I am often found within these walls." Motioning around, "I have become a part of the scenery around the Golden Blaster." Leaning closer to Blitzwing, his crimson optics glisten softly in the light, "I can be wherever the f**k I want. Remember that." Psyke smiles broadly, the whites of his teeth glare with a blinding light. -Moonlight reaches the table just at the end of Psykeout's sentence. She smiles broadly. "Someone's all bad-moody today. What's the special occassion?" She glances at the table. "What's this, a game of put your weapon on the table? I think I'll join you." She hoists herself on to the table and sits there, dangling her legs over the side. -Blitzwing snatches up the cig, and begins merrily puffing away. He growls "Incuring my wrath would would prove deadly...Remember that!" He then grins at Moonlight. "Greetin's Ma'am." He tosses back another F-5. -Moonlight tips her hat to Blitzwing and winks before putting it back on. -Psykeout raises an optic ridge at Blitzwing, his optics unmoving. "Incurring your wrath is something that is highly overrated. I may not be the most highly skilled fighter, but my knowledge of the creation process and the Transformer's body is extensive. I could take you apart in a few astro-seconds. It wouldn't pain me in the least." Turning to Moonlight, he offers her a sadistic smile. "I have lived another cycle. Is that not reason enough?" -Blitzwing laughs in the mechs face. "Your a medic. I am a...I am /the/ warrior of this empire. Keep that in mind." Cue more drinking. He returns his gaze to Moonlight "You know you can cause a mech to stop and admire the scenery even if he's on fire?" -Moonlight swivels around and leans on her tummy until her face is level with Psykeout's face. "I think it's a pretty poor reason." Without looking at Blitzwing, she asks, "And who's your friend. Remember, I don't know every Con out there. You're supposed to make introductions and such." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "You are a 10-cent credit a dozen, Blitzwing. You are simply another creation out of boredom. A pathetic creature that barely scrapes the slag off of Shockwave's skid-plate." Allowing an audible chuckle to escape his lips, he looks to Moonlight. "Such pathetic lines are often used, coming from mechs such as him. His name is Blitzwing and he can be a bit of an annoyance." He takes a sip off of his mug, then continues, "I am not your personal secretary, nor am I your matchmaker. Mechs and femmes who decide to be in my presence, are willing to suffer through the torment that I am more than likely to offer." -Moonlight rolls onto her back and tilts her head backwards so that she's still looking at Psykeout. "You should cheer up soon or I'll have to do something drastic." She glances at Blitzwing and frowns. "Not the measures I was thinking of. Do you mind? I'm trying to cheer this fella up and you're making my job difficult." -Psykeout chuckles as he reaches down to pick up his rifle. "Ahh. Such immature actions, for a mech who has problems being a Decepticon." He retrieves his rifle, setting it back upon the table, "Would you mind trying to use the grown-up mech voice, please? I tire quickly of your presence, as you are as entertaining as Arcee doped up on Slurpees. -Blitzwing slams his fist on the table "Would you like me to remove your face?" Cue more drinking... and a flick of the cig back at Psykeout. He does though, put his sword away. -Moonlight rolls deftly off the table and lands on her feet, removing her hat and putting it on the table. "Hold it guys. No fighting in the bar okay. You have a problem, take it someplace where you won't ruin my vibes." Her optics are narrowed and her mouth is pressed into a firm line. -Psykeout totally ignores Moonlight, keeping his optics locked onto Blitzwing. "You know, it would be amazing to watch you try. But, it seems that it would anger the femme. Pity, actually. I think that I would enjoy drinking your mechfluid, but it seems that it shall wait for another day." He takes another drag off of his ener-cig, smiling broadly. -Blitzwing returns the grin... "You make enemies easier then friends, not a good trait to have, pal." -Psykeout shrugs cautiously, "I care not for your opinions, mech." -Moonlight throws up her hand. "Yeah, whatever guys. Don't have to be all rough and macho on my account. I'm outta here until things cool down." And with that she stomps off.