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WHO: Knock Out & Slipstream
WHERE: Deceptibase
WHEN: Backdated to Monday
WARNINGS: None, will change if necessary.
SUMMARY: Slipstream introduces Knock Out to alcohol.
FORMAT: Quick to begin, then whatever!

[ Just like he had told Slipstream, Knock Out was aware of what alcohol was - it was pretty much impossible to not stumble upon an ad or an actual drink at some point. However, he hadn't had the chance to try it yet, and so he had decided to take up her offer.

After they were finished talking, he headed back to their place. ]

So are you gonna tell me that story now or is it the kind that gets better after an overcharge?

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[Don't mind her, she's just been busy making sure she had the supplies they'd need for a proper night of boozing.

Like mixers and whatnot.

When he arrived, she held out a glass to him in greeting.]

I'm sure it'll be even more hilarious with a few drinks in you.

[ He grins, and gets closer to her. ]

I'll take that as permission to laugh.

Permission granted. After I stopped trying to shoot him, I had to admit it was funny.

[Especially since she was posting to the network as it happened.

She hands over the glass, then salutes him with her own and takes a sip. Mmm, tasty.]

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[ He raises his glass, then takes a small sip first to taste it. ]

Not bad.

[ After a brief pause, he continues drinking. ]

You shot somebody while trying to fly?

No, but I did shoot down Optimus Prime once.

[Back when she was metal.

Also her drink has somehow disappeared. Time to make another. Something more fruity this time.]

Impressive.

[ Likewise, he finishes the rest of the glass and sets it aside. ]

Regardless of what Megatron wishes, Prime is pretty much impossible to get rid of.

[Snort.]

Megatron wishes many things. I don't see why he should get any of them.

[ He shrugs. ]

I don't know about about your universe, but the Megatron of mine gets what he wants because he removes all the obstacles to do so. Violently.

All mine got was a humiliating defeat, in the end.

[New drinks time. A little stronger, now.]

Care to sit, or should we stand here all night?

Fun to watch, I'm sure, not so much to be a part of it.

[ He gestures at her to go ahead before taking a seat himself. ]

I was far, far away by then. Heh.

[Oh, such a gentlebot. Very nice. She'll just seat herself in a comfortable sprawl on one end of the couch.]

Probably a good thing, too. I think the distance saved my aft. Otherwise I would've been like Starscream and lost my shard of the Allspark.

[ It takes him a second to process that thought and then he leans closer because did he really just hear what he thinks he did. ]

Wait just a klik. Go back to the part where you and Starscream ended up with Allspark shards.

[Aw, slag. She hadn't meant to go into her creation.]

It was the only thing keeping him online. Pfff. The Allspark got broken, don't ask me how. That Prime and Megatron had something to do with it.

[Dismissive gesture. Maybe he won't ask about hers.]

[ Not such luck, Slipstream. ]

And what about you?

[Butts. She'll just make a face at him.]

It was instrumental in my creation, Doctor. But Starscream is far more entertaining to talk about.

[ He grins. ]

If you know anything about Starscream that's more interesting than this, go ahead, I'm all audials.

[Yeah uh. Off to get another round of drinks and bringing the bottle back this time.]

He got himself slagged in far too many creative ways when he found out he couldn't offline. Heh.

[Maaaybe she's tipsy enough by now...]

The Starscream who was here, though. He needed some serious processor work, bah.

[ He raises his glass. ]

Why do you say so?

Welllll, let's say I had a more intimate knowledge of his inner workings than most.

[She'll just smirk for a moment. Then make a face.]

In the name of 'helping me discover whether I could fly', the fragger kicked me off a rooftop.

[ He raises an eyebrow at the word 'intimate' and returns the smirk. ]

Sounds like the kind of help he likes to give. I hope you returned the favor.

I shot at him.

[Huffs.

He'd let her close with him, grabbed her, and kissed her actually, just to throw her off balance. The aft.]

But I suppose you could say that the kindess was repaid in full at a later date.

[ He laughs at the mental image of Starscream getting shot. And because he's a little drunk by now, too. ]

But enough about Starscream. We can talk about pains in the aft later.

Something tells me he's a pain in just about every universe, heh.

[Yep, tipsy. Drunk. Whatever. She's leaning hard against the back of the couch.]

Except one, 'far as I know. One week people got switched out for their..alternates. His was practically an Autobot. Heh~

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