Rodimus' door opened without any one knocking and Shotlock saunters in with a bottle in hand, leaning against the door frame as he lets the door slide shut behind him.
"Heard you went on a mission. Heard it didn't go well. Heard you were having a breakdown about it. So here's what we're going to do."
He steps over and very firmly puts the bottle on the table. "I have 3 bottles of this thing that I can't pronounce but it's supposed to be some nasty stuff. We're going to drink until we can't see straight and then we're going to go to the shooting range and blow shit up until we end up shooting each other or someone tells us it's a bad idea."
ACTION || After the Slaverlord's Prize
Rodimus' door opened without any one knocking and Shotlock saunters in with a bottle in hand, leaning against the door frame as he lets the door slide shut behind him.
"Heard you went on a mission. Heard it didn't go well. Heard you were having a breakdown about it. So here's what we're going to do."
He steps over and very firmly puts the bottle on the table. "I have 3 bottles of this thing that I can't pronounce but it's supposed to be some nasty stuff. We're going to drink until we can't see straight and then we're going to go to the shooting range and blow shit up until we end up shooting each other or someone tells us it's a bad idea."