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[arnhaid]

I'm gonna go get tanked.

An' maybe hit some scrap. Anybody need me, send a message before you start lookin'.

Probably not gonna be in the mood to chat, anyways.

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[badboybikerbot]

Ah? am I that predictable? I gotta work on that.

[arnhaid]

Nah, you're fine, kid. Predictable's nice sometimes.

[badboybikerbot]

Yeah. I like predictable. Not too big a fan of surprises, believe it or not.

[arnhaid]

Since you're sittin' here, havin' this conversation... I believe it.

[badboybikerbot]

Gonna be honest with ya, this isn't really the kinda crap I wanna have to get used to.

[arnhaid]

This ain't the kinda scrap anybody should gotta get used to.

[badboybikerbot]

It's just... it's bullshit, y'know! Friggin'...

[Gunmax just mumbles a string of fuckwords to himself and slams down the rest of his drink.]

[arnhaid]

Yeah. I know.

Believe me, kid. I know.

[badboybikerbot]

It's crap. So you know what? We'll make a pact. Only way we're leavin' is if we go out in a sweet explosion at the same time, 'kay?

I'd say we'd spit shake on it, but we don't have real saliva so that kinda wouldn't like. Work.

[drunkmax rambles news at 11]

[arnhaid]

Heh.

[It's about the closest to a laugh as he's had all day long. He shakes his head, then reaches across the table to knock a fist into Gunmax's shoulder.]

Sounds fair 'nough, kid.

[badboybikerbot]

[yaaaay, that counts as a win. sort of.]

Awesome, I thought it was a pretty good plan.

[arnhaid]

Yeah, pretty good.

[And now it's back to drinking.]

You're gonna need more than a little explosion or a weird, spooky badland to get rid of me. Promise you that much.

[badboybikerbot]

[yep robobooze fixes everything]

Well good, because I actually think you're sort of pretty cool and stuff. Feel honored, pops. I don't say that to a lot of people.

[arnhaid]

Heh...

Yeah, I feel real honored.

[It's entirely genuine. But he won't go around repeating it. You don't do that with things people tell you while they're drunk.]

[badboybikerbot]

[well GOOD because Gunmax is giving Ironhide the dumbest grin right now. NOT EVEN TRYING TO LOOK LIKE A BADASS.]

A'ight, good.

[yeah no he's fucking wwwwasted.]

[arnhaid]

[Yeah, no, he's not going to talk about this to anyone.]

[... It's sort of good to see this cocky little shit smile for real, anyway.]

Finish your drink, kid. Take you home after.

[badboybikerbot]

Aaaaaaaaahh, I can make it on my own, pops. Don'worry about it.

[He is going to take that as a hint that he's not allowed to order anymore drinks though. Normally he wouldn't listen but YOU KNOW. He works on finishing off his drink]

[arnhaid]

Humor an old bot. Lemme see you home, right?

[Just because the kid is trashed. That's totally the only reason.]

[badboybikerbot]

Fine, fine, if you're gonna whine about it.

[gunmax slams his cube down BOOM DONE]

You ready?

[arnhaid]

[There's a slight little smirk, as Gunmax slams the cube down.]

[Good kid.]

Yep. Let's roll.

[... and if he comes back here later to be an irresponsible adult, no one's going to know.]

[badboybikerbot]

[dad be responsible

give gunmax a minute to steady himself the whole walking thing isn't really working out for him right now

Also he's TRYING to talk but it just comes out as some mumbled nonsense about the broom closet and maybe swear words]

[arnhaid]

[... yeah he feels pretty right about cutting you off.]

[And also without commenting on it, he holds out a hand to rest on his shoulders, to steady him.]

This'a way, kid.

[badboybikerbot]

[Gunmax kinda latches onto Ironhide's arm because falling down doesn't sound that fun right now]

Uh huh, thataway. I got it. I got this.

[arnhaid]

I got you.

[There's almost amusement in his voice. He keeps his hand steady, walking Gunmax thataway.]

[Don't worry, bikerbutt, he won't let you fall on your face.]

[badboybikerbot]

[good because gunmax rather likes his face and doesn't want to smash it into the floor]

Hey.

I wanna ask you somethin'. But I forgot how I was gonna word it.