1141/Cool Jazz

**Jazz has posed:**
In this place, there are many bots around this night. And the Joint is jumping and also chill. The only way Jazz likes it.

Jazz in near the dart board, sipping on som ener-wine, he of course is doing a bit of work and sprawling in a chair. No problems.

When ever a server comes over, he order another glass of wine no matter how full his is at the moment.

Clearly, his frustration can be felt from all that are near him.

**Buzzsaw has posed:**
When the weight of the world has got ya down and you want to end your life... you go to Macs.

At least, that's what Buzzsaw believes of /most/ of the usual patrons. Why else forego the work being done to grab drinks and get chummy with someone you're probably going to be shooting the next cycle if not for simple self loathing?

As for why /he/ is here tonight... really it's for totally different reasons. A lot of drink tends to result in a lot of intel, and sometimes the murmurs and other whisperings in the place are pretty...well, valuable. So...he's here, perched casually on his mode-of-transportation for the evening.... Goth.

Congratulations Goth, you've been promoted to elite by virtue of having a cryo-condor claim you as a perch. That's high praise.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would have flown to maccs, and transform into his robot mode, before Buzzsaw had taken his perch, but, he was fine with this. He'd push the doors to Macc's open with one hand, while he kept the other folded behind him as he walked, and huff out as he made his war over to his normal booth as he attempted to sort through the mess of thoughts he currently had in his head, Jazz wasn't the only frustrated bot, but on the outside, Goth kept himself calm and collected looking.

      He'd cringe slightly as the loud music from the karaoke stage played, and reach his hand up to turn the volume on his audial's down, oh the curse of having sensitive hearing, and let out a low hiss. "I honestly need to recall to do that /before/ entering." he'd grumble, partly hopping no one would snap at him or Buzzsaw, but given the other didn't /have/ a robot mode like him, he felt they were a bit more in the clear.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Self loathing? Nope, none here, none at all. Self doubt? Sure. Self incrimination? Possibly. Self centered? Also possible. Self loathing though, that's left to other, punier creatures. No, Blast Off is a magnificent space shuttle here to enjoy a drink and try NOT to think about how much he wants his gun back and how far, exactly, is he willing to go to get it? With a quick look around, Blast Off first scans the room for Soundwave as he enters the door. No Soundwave.... nope looks clea- Oh shoot, there's Buzzsaw.

Well, last time he checked, Buzzsaw does not have Soundwave's ability to read minds, and there's no way he could gain that, right? With a slight squint that quickly turns to another scan of the room, Blast Off enters, noting the Autobot... is that Jazz? Jazz looks as uncomfrtable as he feels. Blast Off heads to the bar for a drink to wash away the space dust, as it were, giving Goth a nod if the bat spots him.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz instinctively looks at the door everytime it opens and he notices the 'Cons as they enter.

He doesn't really give them even a second look as his turn for darts comes up, he does however, open a compartment in his leg and puts all of his 'work' in a compartment that close swiftly.

"Yeah mech, it's my turn, I think I'll put the work away for the night. Let's have some fun..." Jazz starts throwing darts. Well.

**Buzzsaw has posed:**
Buzzsaw just stares back at Blast Off for what is (at least what must feel like) an eternity. No...he doesn't have that ability.

Or does he?

Finally, though, he just relents the staring contest and looks to the others present, noticing Jazz... Oh, if only this weren't neutral ground.

Still... hrm.

Either way, he settles himself down and looks at Goth. "Well... you're here. That's a thing."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would glance over and nod at Blast off. "Good evening Blast off." little did the energon vampire know, is that sentence would be seen as very stereotypical of his 'species' in the far future. Goth would order an Stanixian Ultraviolet notably the cheapest ener-wine, off the menu, and glanced over to Buzzsaw on his pauldron, wondering if Buzzsaw wanted a glance at it.

      These two assicating in such a familiar manner... Must of been the most interesting sight there, specially for Blast Off, given both Goth and Buzzsaw's murderous tendencies...

      "Indeed, it's a not to uncommon an occurrence.. Normally would be here with Darkstar or Vortex but, bah." He'd wave his hand lazely, as if brushing the thought away. He would glance a green optic back at Jazz though, that was an Autobot he'd not seen around here before.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off \*feels\* that stare from the cryo-condor but very determinedly does \*not\* stare back. Nope, nothing to see here, move along... He watches Jazz start to throw darts, then eases over to get a drink from the bar. Once in hand, he turns to see Goth approaching and being very 'count' and all... it causes the shuttleformer to tilt his head slightly. "Good evening." He looks to both Cons, "I assume it \*is\* a good evening?" He takes a sip, nodding. "I was hoping to find Vortex but I shall track him down eventually." He then looks back over at Jazz, too, adding, "I'm sure \*I\* could do better than that." as he watches the 'Bot play darts.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz throws a heroic and triumphant dart and throws his arms up Rocky style. Then he anime shoots a side eye to the 'Cons and before you know it, he is next to them.

"Buy these guys a round on me," he takes a moment to look at each on seperately and smiling, the light somehow finds that smile and reflects brilliantly off of those pearly whites he says, "Let me get a round for you guys? It's the least I can do. You. Look. Stress.

He has ofcourse seen each one of these guys in video and being sure that they know who he is, he doesn't bother with the introduction.

He turns back to the dart guys, "I'll be back in a cycle, play a few without me!"

**Buzzsaw has posed:**
Buzzsaw hmms. "Darkstar...right." He looks at Jazz as drinks are ordered for...who now? He mutters. Either way... he'll pointedly partake in his own particular poison. He looks at the bar and, as Goth settles in, hops down to the surface and simply orders...well, it's hard to say. Nothing's said. There's just suddenly a drink being delivered for him. He takes the glass in one of his talons and brings it up to sip about as...cordially and casually as he can.

What, did you expect him to just lean over and dip his beak into it like some unrefined animal? HAH.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Well, I've not been humiliated or forced into some idiotic task, or slagged to the moon in back, so.. Yes, I'd say so." He was a bit lonely though. "I'd honestly Expected Vortex along as well but.. ah" she'd huff, wait, Goth enjoyed Vortex's company?

      "..Speaking of Darkstar." Goth would state tartly at Jazz mentioning buying a round, was this... The Autobot version of their arrogant sociopath? This Autobot certainly invoked the same groan worthy energy that made Goth give Jazz an oh-so-common half-shuttered look, with a twitching ridge that he would give Darkstar.

      He'd then glance to Blast off, and Buzzsaw then back with a twitched upper lip, exposing his fangs. This couldn't spell anything good for them, his one ear slightly twitching as he listened to the noise around him.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off squints a bit as Jazz suddenly scoots up by them and offers a drink. I mean, well, it IS a free drink, but... "...Why?" The shuttle's suspicious mode goes into full gear here. Still, he doesn't actually say NO. He does flick up his shoulders briefly, armor plates ruffling as he states, "I am not stressed, not stressed at all! In fact I am feeling fantastic!" YEAH. He looks over at Buzzsaw... actually he DID sort of expect him to guzzle it from a dish. He wisely says nothing, however.

Looking back to Goth, Blast Off hrms. "You and Vortex seem to be spending time these days. I'm surprised you can tolerate him..." He says quite blandly, studying the bat's reaction. He's a little less bland about the time Goth's fangs show up, wondering exactly why the Autobot has evoked such a reaction.

**Jazz has posed:**
As the rounds arrive, maybe or maybe not backing everyone up, "Why not," Jazz says.

"I can take the ones that you don't want over to the mechs over there.

They wave as he indicates them.

"They would love to have them" he shrugs. "You mechs are so goth," he pauses and chuckles at his pun. "Oh...hahha...oh..I didn't mean that."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth scoffs. "He's exactly like one of my old team mates, given a bit more.. Mmm clam, much easier to handle, his presence.. Ahh... Hmm" what was the word he was looking for? If Dustoff was his lover would that make Vortex one his.. closer friends? "I can stand being around him longer the most.. Would of invited Dustoff out here but this isn't exactly the type of place for a date." He'd nod..

      Only for Jazz to make /that/ pun, and Goth stops, and slowly, veery slowly turns his helm to /glare/ at the black and white mech, and he rolls his optics, reminding himself this is a neutral place and he /can't/ just slap the autobot silly for that joke. "Oh lovely, he seems to know who I am... /joyful/" He'd state tartly, huffing out.

      He wouldn't exactly turn down the free drink offer himself, however, he was..wry, keeping exact count of his intake, knowing how often Darkstar would use the tactic of getting one overcharged to loosen one's lips.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off huffs softly at Jazz, then eyes the drinks as if deciding whether to risk it, then... he snatches a glass. Still looking haughty, he lifts it, sniffs at it, and takes a sip. "Not... bad." That's a sort-of thank you.

The Combaticon then eyes Goth. "I see. Well..." Here his tone softens, betraying a hint of bemusement, "He does seem to enjoy your company, and you're not a bad influence like \*some\* mechs I could name." \*cough\* Phantom \*cough\*!

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz shrugs and lifts his newly arrived drink, "We don't -always- have to fight right? There must be times where we can simply havea drink no?"

"I wasn't expecting to see any of you here tonight. So for once, this was not anticipated."

 Jazz takes a chance to wink at each one of them then a cut little 5 year old shrug.

**Goth has posed:**
     "For context, Charmy, was what you would get if you gave Vortex 20 energy-drinks, and an incredibly high-pitched voice box that could likely shatter bullet proof glass." He'd explain, letting Vortex imagining /that/ nightmare.

      "I...See." Goth would state carefully, still rather heistaint of the drinks and this strange Autobot. "Don't think I've seen you here very often, 'bot." Hed' add, raising a ridge, his rigid posture becoming more hesitant and stiff.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz shakes his head, "You would not have seen me around. My job keeps me busy," he leans his back against the bar. "So, you frequent here huh? There are lots of bars, what brings you here?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
"I... suppose that's true," Blast Off slowly agrees, sort of, with Jazz. He gives the Autobot a slight nod of the head and takes a sip of that drink, too. He looks over at Goth. "That bad? Tsk." He'll insult Vortex, and that's ok. Of course, someone \*else\* insulting Vortex is another matter entirely. He looks back to Jazz. "It's a well-known bar, and since they finally realized that Decepticons deserve patronage too, I do come by from time to time."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would think for a moment. "Maybe a bit worse, he had always spoke in third person as well, however not due to being incapable of doing such, far more intelligent than that, as it was when he spoke in first person, that was when he was his most dangerous, best assassinate I ever had." He'd nod.

      Goth would then turn a glance at Jazz. "...It is one of the better bars around, I will admit." He'd then glance away and look down into his drink, swirling the liquid around before taking a sip. "Not as many bar fights, which is pleasurable."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz snorts almost and looks between the two left, "Few bar fights," he nods. THen he points towards the back, "AND a dart board AAAAANNNND cards! Who could ask for anything more?" he sincerely ends.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off stops and eyes the wine. "Better wine, perhaps? There's a good selection here but \*I\* know wherev to get even better stock. \*And\* a little better music, too." He huffs, glancing around the bar. "It's just rather... common." Not high class enough for his shuttley self! He looks back to his drink, then takes another sip. "Still, I suppose it could be worse, too." He gives the two mechs a nod. "If you'll excuse me, I have \*two\* drinks to finish and then get back to base. But first..." He strides over and takes a dart, then throws it. It hits the bullseye. The shuttleformer straightens up, looking rather smug, then heads off to finish his drinks and head back home.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would glance over at the card table, at least a bit interested, however the dart board... Even glancing at it earns a few snickers form some of the other Decepticon patriots there, which makes Goth's ears fall back against his helm in irritation. "Could care less about the dart board." He'd grumble.