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ACTION || After the Slaverlord's Prize

[shootyourshots]

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."

[livefastdieyoung_taao]

Rodimus looked up as his door slid open--it was locked, why was it opening--and did a double take at Shotlock standing there. "How the hell did you get in here?" He didn't think he gave Shotlock the code.

He was also definitely midway through painting over some of the battle scars from the most recent fight with Writhe, twisted into a weird position to get at them. Basically, he's not looking his best.

Not that Shotlock hasn't seen him in more compromising positions but. You know. It's the principle of the thing.

He does put the paintbrush down so he can squint at the bottle Shotlock put down. "Where'd you get that? I'm pretty certain that's outlawed in like three different galaxy clusters."

[shootyourshots]

Shotlock shrugged. "You gave it to me," he answered simply.

His shit-eating grin only grew as he twirled the bottle on the table. "Maybe it is, but I think this place is basically out of jurisdiction or something anyways. I don't think it counts. Besides. What people don't know won't hurt them, or so they say."

He took a second to get the top off and then took a strong swig. His face twisted up hilariously and his whole body shuddered so hard he staggered a little and there was the distinct sound of metal hitting metal. He gasped, gagged and coughed and then, when that was finally done he grinned.

"This stuff is great!" he said, his voice strained as he offered it up to Rodimus.

[livefastdieyoung_taao]

"Oh, yeah, clearly real great if you're gagging for a solid klik after drinking," he quipped in response. But it didn't stop Rodimus from taking the bottle. If anything, he grabbed it faster with an underlying laugh to his voice.

"Sit down 'fore you fall down, idiot." He kicked out the spare chair for Shotlock, gesturing with one spoiler. "It's almost like you can't hold your liquor." At least he can tease Shotlock. He needed the bit of levity.

He tipped the bottle and took a drink, only to pull an immediate face and cough after swallowing. "Frag that tastes like the underside of Whirl's boot." Bad. It tasted bad. That was going to fuck them up very quickly.

[shootyourshots]

Shotlock didn't hesitate to grab the bottle back. "That's how you know this is going to be a good time," he said with a grin, taking another swig. His face screwed up and he let out a raspy vent as he let that settle in his pipes.

"So. Shooting range?" Even as he said this he propped his legs up on the near by desk.

[livefastdieyoung_taao]

Change that to "fuck them up almost immediately."

It was exactly the kind of thing Rodimus needed after everything.

He laughed, grabbing for the bottle to take another shot. He could finish his paint job later when it hurt a little less to do it.

"I'm positive that if we walked into the shooting range right now Ultra Magnum would materialize from nowhere just to put our afts in the brig."

He made a face as the booze hit the back of his tongue, and coughed roughly as it tried to go in his vents.

"Primus' aft. Seriously. Next time we need to grab something that tastes better and work up to this."

[shootyourshots]

"That's the dream," he said, grabbing the bottle and offering it in toast to Rodimus for his comment about Ultra Magnus. "Wouldn't you love to be put into place by a simmering hot spot like that."

He takes another swig and makes a face, coughing a little.

"The work up was all the shit you've just been through, my friend," he says, though it's a little strained as he waits for the alcohol to settle.

[livefastdieyoung_taao]

Rodimus shoots Shotlock an amused look. "Dude. Your commander kink is showing so badly right now." But it's lighthearted and said with a grin. He knows Shotlock's tastes after all, "Can't say I'm into Ultra Magnus, I'll leave that whole thing to you."

He takes the bottle back to snag another drink, then stands so that he can pour them both glasses. While he has no trouble sharing directly from the bottle, the glasses would make them both take it a little slower. No need to chug everything down in one go.

Also he's not sure how well his injuries are going to let him hold his alcohol.

"Here." He gives a glass to Shotlock, then tips his in a mock salute. "To surviving all the shit we have so far."

[shootyourshots]

"It had better be," Shotlock says with a laugh. "I'm not anything if not honest about my interests. Besides. Commander and size, he has it all."

He takes the glass and pours himself some before handing the bottle back to Rodimus.

Toasting, he gives Rodimus a wink and takes a hard drink from his glass.

"And to surviving more."