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]

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.]

[badboybikerbot]

Hi.

[GODDAMMIT WHY DO ALL THE OTHER ROBOTS WEIGH LIKE NINE MILLION POUNDS. Naturally Gunmax topples right the fuck over, yelping like a bitch and landing on top of Kagerou in the most graceful display of drunken dumbfuckery ever]

[thxforthememories]

... You're on top of me.

[Thank you Kagerou. That is an astute observation there.]

[Naturally he does nothing to help the situation, he just lays there, with his arms all looped around the smaller BP and dazedly blinking at him.]

[badboybikerbot]

I noticed!

[And he's trying to wiggle free so he can try the whole HELPING KAGEROU UP thing again but no he's totally stuck.]

[thxforthememories]

You should move.

[Said as he continues laying there like a limp hunk of metal. To his credit, he's not holding Gunmax, just sort of draped around him.]

Since.

I don't want to do the kiss on you.

[badboybikerbot]

I don't even know how!

[Gunmax isn't exactly coordinated. getting off of Kagerou consists of rolling off to the side and staring at the ceiling.]

Do the kiss, that's not even like. Grammar.

[thxforthememories]

[The floor suddenly seems a great place to sleep. Seriously, this is awesome.]

[He leans a little to one side, almost like he's going to use Gunmax's shoulder as a pillow.]

Oh well.

[badboybikerbot]

We can't sleep on the floor. We can't sleep on the floor.

[But he isn't making much effort to get the fuck up]

[thxforthememories]

So get up.

[Yeah, no he sounds ridiculously sleepy all of the sudden. He'd been so wired a minute ago, this is weird.]

[badboybikerbot]

[That tiredness is starting to hit Gunmax. Man this sucks. Moving sucks. But he does manage to sit up.]

Right. Half way there. You too, come on.

[thxforthememories]

[He wobbles a little, but starts to sit up too.]

C'mon? Where?