audio; 4/6 late night / early morning ish

[thxforthememories]

[It's probably around midnight or so when the post pops up. Or close enough to it that the effects of the red energon have finally worn off. He can touch things now. He's no longer a ghost.]

[And... still considerably unsettled and upset by recent events. Enough to make the following statement:]

I ... I want to learn how to be drunk.

[Because that seems like a great idea. It always worked for his role models around here, after all.]

Someone. Show me how. I'll be grateful.

[And that's all he says. He'll be at the bar, an unhappy pile of metal and wings. Waiting.]

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[thxforthememories]

Good. Because you should. Have good things.

[He had a point there, but it's kind of thrown out the window.]

But... it's alien for us. Doesn't that make us aliens too? Are we all... alien?

[He frowns.]

It feels... tingly. Kind of tired...

[badboybikerbot]

You know what, so should you. You're more entitled to good things than I am.

[POINT? hahaha what point]

Y'know, I kinda like the idea of everyone being aliens. That way we're all different, but we're not all... different. Or. Something.

Yeah, yeah. Like that. Maybe I should stop drinkin' this stuff.

[So what does Gunmax do? he stares at the cube in his hand aaand then finishes it off.]

[thxforthememories]

No... I'm not. I'm just. Screwing up. Everywhere.

[Story of his life bro.]

... Or something. Because aliens are something. That's good. That's a good point. Good job.

[He watches him, and, like he's used to doing, finishes off another cube, too.]

[badboybikerbot]

Noooo, no. Shush your. Mouth. You're a good guy, y'know? People mess up, big whoop. I mess up. Everyone does.

Did I make a point? I can't even remember where I parked my bike right now.

[thxforthememories]

I... you... you really think so? You do? You think that?

[He sort of flops across the table, reaching out to Gunmax.]

Thank you. For that. Thank you.

You parked it outside maybe.

[badboybikerbot]

[You know what man, Gunmax'll let you be all clingy. AIN'T EVEN AWKWARD THIS TIME. Because so much drunk.]

Hey, hey, you don't gotta thank me. Just keep it in mind! And if you want a little more reassurance, just tell yourself "at least I'm not as ugly as Power Joe" whenever you're feelin' down. Trust me, it helps.

And yeah, I figured outside. But outside is huge.

[thxforthememories]

[This being drunk thing is pretty cool, it lets him cling.]

But I don't think he's ugly. He has... head wings. They twitch. It's not so bad.

Can't you... call it?

[badboybikerbot]

[it's only because gunmax is 100% drunk as fuck too ok]

What purpose do those things ever serve, though? They're dumb!

[OH SHIT THAT'S RIGHT Gunmax looks enlightened]

OH, YEAH! I mean, not in here, but yeah! That's a thing! Crisis averted.

[thxforthememories]

I don't know. I'm tired. I don't want to think about it too hard.

[Can he just lay on the table a little?]

Good. No more crisis.

[badboybikerbot]

Tired, huh. You wanna leave yet?

[i mean tables aren't for sleeping on but hey]

[thxforthememories]

If we leave... are you going to go home? And I have to be alone?

[badboybikerbot]

You know what, if you want me to stick around, I'm cool with that.

[thxforthememories]

... Please stay.

It's kind of. Dumb. Yeah? But. Please stay.

[badboybikerbot]

Naaaah, it's not dumb at all. Don't even worry about it.

[besides Gunmax would probably just wreck on his way back to his place anyway just sayin]

[thxforthememories]

Okay. I won't.

Do you... want to sleep now? Here?

[badboybikerbot]

What, here? Nah, there's probably weirdos runnin' around. If I woke up with my antenna missing or something, I'd be pissed.

[thxforthememories]

So...






Where?

[badboybikerbot]

Aaaaaaaah.... Hmm.

Maybe we should have thought this through a little better.

[thxforthememories]

... I think. There are spare rooms here.

Somewhere.

[badboybikerbot]

Oh yeah? Works for me, baby. If they have 'em.

[thxforthememories]

Okay.

Then.

Let's go to sleep.

[badboybikerbot]

Yeah. Okay. We'll do that.

[as soon as gunmax remembers how to stand up]

[thxforthememories]

Okay.

[Well. He's just going to take his cues from Gunmax. Again. Which means sitting there waiting, until the other BP moves.]

[badboybikerbot]

Okay.

[Okay, Gumnmax has this. He's going to sloooowly stand up and hope he doesn't just black out and fall over or something]

[thxforthememories]

[He's going to slowly watch him, blinking blearily.]

[As Gunmax stands, so does he, very slowly. His wings wobble everywhere, trying to keep upright.]