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.]

Comments

[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.]

[badboybikerbot]

[Okay, something about the way those wings are moving is hilarious to Gunmax right now. Cue laughing. And by laughing I mean unmanly drunken giggling]

Ah mah ghaaaad, they're moving! That looks so weird!

[thxforthememories]

What?

[And, like a moron, he tries to turn around to look at those wings.]

[It doesn't work out so well.]

[He overbalances, and pitches sideways, falling smack on the ground.]

[badboybikerbot]

[And THAT was even funnier. Gunmax is losing his shit. And then he kind of stumbles into the table and drops back in his seat.]

Oh no. Oh man. Are you okay?

[thxforthememories]

[He's lying there, on the ground, staring at the ceiling and... wondering how the hell he got there.]

My everything hurts.

[badboybikerbot]

[oh nooo poor birdy]

I'm gonna come over there, right? And I'm gonna help you up.

[And he's going to try to look as cool as possible doing it. But mostly he just wobbles a lot before he finally finds his center of balance before stumbling drunkenly over to his fallen birdy drinking buddy. He should probably brace himself on the table or something but no FUCK THAT, he leans over and tries to tug Kagerou up by his arm.]

[thxforthememories]

Okay.

[And he just sort of lays there. Flopped uselessly until Gunmax appears in his field of vision.]

Hi.

[He grabs onto that arm out of reflex, his whole weight tugging on it.]