look at that old man drink; they call him sir emo

[notsoloyal]

WHO: spacetimeprime & notsoloyal ...and theprimerprime at some point?
WHERE: A BAR CALLED STICKS.
WHEN: Friday night.
WARNINGS: A very very veryyyyy old former robot drinking. And a another former robot, not nearly as old, being a creeper.
SUMMARY: Vector Prime is emo drinking, Shockwave is taking advantage of this and goes to hang out with him so that he can learn more about him and his ancient ways.
FORMAT: Magical combinations of letters.


It was not long after getting the location to the bar that Shockwave arrived. Were it not for the fact that this was Vector Prime he would never have even entered the building. But the elder Cybertronian was interesting. With the information he had uncovered from experimenting on Alpha Trion in mind, the mere prospect of poking at another ancient Cybertronian was too good to pass up.

After all, he was not planning on drinking anything, so he would be fine. He certainly did not need to repeat the last incident. While alcohol was actually quite nice, the hangovers they caused along with the monologues they brought about in him, were not.

Quietly he made his way through the bar, taking note of how many people were in there, until he finally managed to spot his target.

"Vector."

Comments

sweet. now i just have to decide if i like that version or all courier best.

[notsoloyal]

A wise choice on Sentinel's part, the Autobot would not have liked Shockwave's response otherwise. Although if he thought about it, it was calculated that Sentinel would not like much of anything he had to say. Being a Decepticon and all.

Shame.

The scientist couldn't help but arch a brow at the conversation. Primus.

He'd have commented on that, however, there was little time to think about it as Vector got up. Perhaps he had let the elder Cybertronian drink too much.

"You should probably help him, Sentinel." He'd have offered to help himself, but he was not sure if it would be permitted.

[theprimerprime.livejournal.com]

"Don't tell me what to do, Shockwave," Sentinel replied, a bit testily.

In actuality, he was already moving to assist, planting a hand on each of Vector's shoulders to both steady him and guide him away from the bar. He didn't bother debating the 'trick question' with Vector any further, or attempt to inform him of the fact that he really wasn't making any sense. It would probably have been a useless effort, so why bother?

/needs more human icons dammit

[spacetimeprime.livejournal.com]

The steadying hands helped. Vector Prime reached up to touch one, managing some wordless gratitude as he began to...walk. Well, he probably wouldn't have been able to without Sentinel's help, so it was more of a half-walk.

"Good-bye, Shockwave," he called over his shoulder.

[notsoloyal]

Shockwave shook his head, "I am not telling you what to do, Sentinel. I am merely advising."

Quietly he nodded to Vector in acknowledgment.

"Goodbye. We shall have to do this again sometime. Without the alcohol."

[theprimerprime.livejournal.com]

Sentinel ignored Shockwave's parting shot, focusing his attention on steering Vector out of the bar and toward the unmarked police car he'd been keeping around ever since that unfortunate incident with the tank. After all; one never knew when a set of wheels would come in handy.

He opened the passenger side door first and more or less shoved Vector into the car. A fairly gentle shove, but a shove nonetheless. Having successfully completed the transfer, he quickly rounded the front of the car and situated himself in the driver's seat.

"I will warn you right now: if you throw up in this car, you have to clean it up. Understood?"

[spacetimeprime.livejournal.com]

"Certainl-"

By that point, they were at the door, and Vector was briefly caught off guard by the chill air. And then-a car?

A car.

"This seems somehow wrong," he mused aloud, settling in the seat. "-and I'm not going to purge. I haven't done that in Vorns. No, more than that..."

[theprimerprime.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it," Sentinel grumbled. "And they're manually controlled. It's annoying."

As for Vector's insistance that he wasn't going to make a mess of the car, well, that remained to be seen. He clearly wasn't sufficiently adjusted to the effect of alcohol on his human body, and Sentinel didn't trust it at all. All the more reason to get back to base as quickly as possible. He started the car and pulled out into traffic, drawing a few honks from unsuspecting motorists.