1239/Best Foot Forward

Cast of Characters: | Blast Off, Phantom, Deadlock, Hookshot, Vortex, Starlock, Whirl, 140

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock took a vent as she came into Maccs, looking around at those that were already in the bar. She'd actually made a reservation with how busy it had been of late, and carefully slipped in, trying not to draw too much attention to her, though the smell of new paint was probably doing that enough for her.

      She'd smile as she nodded at the the Bartender and made her way over to the pair of tables she's requested, and took a vent, thankfully wasn't /too/ busy, and hopefully this went well enough! Internally she was trying to squash the anxiety that was coming with this.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is here by himself, shuffling about. The Combaticon moves quietly to to bar, his rotors held low as if trying not to draw attention to himself. "I want. Two of your strongest today. And Im not going to have one of those nights here again."

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
The sound of loudsteps along with his voice announces Roadbuster is coming in, "Good to see you again, Rocky. Ol' Macc still staying outta sight?" The large wrecker laughs a bit as he makes his way inside. Nodding to the Bartender he looks around the room to see who all is there.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl struts into the place, head bobbing and weaving in a roughly rectangular pattern. His claws clack-clicking together as he surveys the room and looks to see if there's a clear path toward the bar.

**Hookshot has posed:**
Whilst not at all busy, it was not empty. Already seated at a booth is a rather odd figure in all of his lack of symmetry and bright, gaudy colours. He is sitting, talking quietly, yet with much animation, with another mech. Anyone listening in on the conversation might be able to piece together it's about the commission or sale of some sort of antique. There's no indication of him belonging to a faction. He doesn't break in his conversation at all as he takes note of those who come in, neither Starlock's silent slipping in (and that wafting smell of fresh paint), Roadbuster's familiarity with the staff, nor Vortex hitting the bar hard and fast to eagerly fix his sobirety problem. THe conversation does seem to be winding down, indicated by the shaking of hands. The larger and less fabulously painted mech stands and begins to head out, while the antique's dealer leans back in his booth, looking around, tilting his head a bit as he watches Whirl looking for a path to the bar.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would notice some of the bots that come in, and waved over, at first lightly, trying to look small, but she shakes her helm and puts her hand up higher, (Or at least the mini-bot tries) to get the others attention.

      She'd take a vent, notting the strange colored mech, only because his colors intrigued her for a brief moment, (Cause after all, she did enjoy seeing what people could do with color form time to time) but quickly looked away, staring was rude after all!

      A thought did cross her mind that she quickly tried to squash, after all it was just the start time, there was time for others to show up.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster accepts the bottle passed to him by the Bartender saying, "Say hi to Macc for me when you see him." Noticing Starlock he nods and heads to over to the mini-medic, "Heya Sarge."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is on his way to the bar when he catches sight of Starlock waving people over toward her. He's people. So, he approaches her table. "Hey, Sarge," he says. "What's up?" He glances at Roadbuster, optic flickering. "Any problems?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is completely focused on drinking, downing his drinks and ordering new ones as quickly as he can. He only opens his facemask enough to get a drink in before continuing to hte next. "Its been too long."

**Hookshot has posed:**
The staring, even if brief, does not go unnoticed. But the motley mech, literally known around these parts as Motley the Antiques dealer, doesn't seem put off. He just smirks when Starlock quickly looks away. He remains where he is, but should her gaze shift back over to him, he'd flourish a wave, as if inviting further attention without demanding it. Keeping Vortex in his peripheral, just in case the Combaticon got himself into some new, unique form of trouble, he continues to observe the fathering of Autobots with interest.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would catch the movement of the mech out of the corner of her optic and gave an awkward, if not apologetic smile, as she looked back to the two, as they both greet her in the same fashion, causing her to blink, but chuckle. "Alright, trying to keep myself calm for this little get together, I put together, I don't normally do well with crowds." She'd smile, and explain, rubbing at the back of her helm.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster finds a heavy duty seat before saying, "Hey you faced down mechs in a fight, whats so scary bout a crowd?" He does scratch the back of his head before, " Though can second not exactly being the most social of mechs." Unless on a battlefield as some would say.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl tilts his head. "Generally, most folks consider a kick to the face plating offensive," he says. "Unless they're some kinda weirdo." He glances in Vortex's direction, then back to STarlock. "So, why're you summoning people to the bar, Sarge?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex waggles four fingers at Whirl as he points him out and gives a invisible big smile under his facemask.

**Hookshot has posed:**
'Motley' raises his current and nearly empty glass to Starlock upon receiving that apologetic smile. He then gives Vortex another quick glance to make sure he is well settled in his location for the time being. He waves over one of the staff, entering into quiet conversation. But pointing and head tilting towards Starlock might give one a good guess what the topic is about.

After a brief exchange, 'Motley' stands up and walks over to Starlock, who seems to be the center of this gathering thus far. "Ah, so you are the one who snatched up the seating for the evening. Might I inquire as to the occasion?"

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Deadlock enters the bar a bit after everyone else in here, none too happy to see all these Autobots. He'd usually frequent the Jump Joint in Kaon instead, but maybe that was too crowded tonight. Spotting Vortex drowning himself in engex, he smirks and walks over to him, then attempts to slap the back of his head right into his drink.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex jumps backwards as he senses the punch coming. "Slaggit, Deaddy Im not drunk enough to start with you today." he says. "Come back in five drinks, Im picking on a rotary now. Rude!" he grumps as he tries to go back to his drinks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock pointed to Roadbuster. "True but uh... You don't exactly think about what your talking about, or saying, when your kicking someone in the face platting." She'd point out. "Or worry about risking offending them." She'd add with a sagely nod, as Whirl answered her.

      She'd Take note of Vortex, but he wasn't bothering anyone, so, no reason to bother him, before she looked back to Whirl. "I uh..." She'd tap her fingers together. "Just.. Wanted to do something nice for people." She'd nod, her finials twitching upward as she looked up at this new bot.

      "Erm.. just a few.. to have a nice night out with some friends." She'd say a bit quitely, trying to force her optics to stay in place to look at the bot, after all she'd done nothing wrong.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster chuckles at Whirl, "The mechs got a point there." He looks back at Tex as Deadlock joins him and shakes his head. Looking back to Starlock he adds, "Hey thins' will be fine."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl considers walking over and clawing Vortex's optics out -- then weighs that against losing one of the few places he can hang out and drink in peace. '...lucky little fragging fragger," he grumbles, then to Starlock. "Something nice, eh? That's...err...nice of you. Nice things are nice."

**Deadlock has posed:**
    "Primus, what's the matter with you, Vortex? You're usually more fun than that," Deadlock taunts. "You almost get your spark impaled by Autobots again or what?" He laughs and orders an equally strong drink. "Heard we still haven't managed to steal that zolanium jackpot from the Autobots yet."

**Hookshot has posed:**
The level way in which Starlock speaks to 'Motley' causes him to arch his eyebrows. "Ah, a nice night out with friends. No harm in that." He glances at Roadbuster and Whirl, gaze lingering on Whirl just a little longer then necessary - and a brief glance over to Vortex and Deadlock before looking back at Starlock. "And some... interesting ones you have at that. Are you expecting more to join you?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex turns to Deadlock. "Oh, Drifty. If you want me to start early, I can do so now, sweetspark." he purrs, focusing on his target of the day. Lucky Deadlock. "So tell me. You here for a date with Ratchet?"

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Deadlock doesn't even dignify Vortex with a verbal response. In fact, he simply curls a fist and throws a punch right at the Combaticon's faceplate, his expression remarkably even for such a violent response.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock takes note of Deadlock and Vortex, but she doesn't say anything, leave them alone, they'll leave them alone, right? Instead she focuses on 'Motley' and gave a nod. "Hopefully." She'd smile, on that note, she'd take a seat and look at the menu... No, No, Nope, Nope, No. She was not going to let rowdy bots spoil this putting out for her and crew.

      "I'm Starlock." She'd introduce, nodding her helm.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex cackles as he takes the hit. "There we go." he says. "Feel better now, Deaddy? Hey. You want to buy me a drink?" He seems focused on just taking the hits today.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl looks "Motley" over carefully. "...you look familiar," he says, suspiciously. "Have we met?"

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster glances over at the two cons as they go after eachother and shrugs. Let Rocky or another bouncer handle it. Can always help toss the two out if gets outta hand. For now he finally pops the top off the Nightmare Fuel bottle the Bartender gave him and takes a swig.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    "Now that's more like your 'jolly' self." Deadlock mutters, folding his arms as his drink is served. He takes a swig of it. "And I don't buy people drinks." he replies to the question, shaking his head.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex wipes some energon away from his helmet but doesnt punch back. "Thanks. I just needed you to get me in the mood." he says. "So how have you been?" he asks. "Gettin' shot at?"

**Hookshot has posed:**
'Motley' looks Whirl over carefully for a long time. "Maybe, before that happened," he remarks, indicating, well, most of Whirl, flushing any delicacy on the matter down the drain. "I'm Motley. Dealer of Antiques, Art, and Curios." That introduction seems directed both towards the empurata and Starlock, to whom he gives a wide grin. Much like Starlock, he seems completely unpeturbed by the growing hostilities between Deadlock and Vortex, slightly turning away. But he's listening all the same for sounds indicating anything wooshing towards him lest he become collateral damage in the Decepticon bonding ritual.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Deadlock shrugs. "Not dead yet, so I guess I'm fine." He answers roughly, turning slightly to casually observe the interaction between 'Motley' and Starlock. Huh, did that mech look/sound familiar? Eh, not that it mattered.

    "Antiques, huh? So, old junk basically?" he mocks. "Not exactly the kind of market that's growing these days, I'd imagine." he remarks wryly.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex also turns to Motley "Sweet. What sorta old junk do you find?" He turns back to the bartender. "Keep em coming."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock smiles at Roadbuster and Whirl, glad they too are not put off by the Cybertronian equivalent of Beavis and Butt-Head. She'd glance up at Motley. "Pleasure to meet you." She'd smile, looking back down at the menu. "Hmmm now do I be the responsible one, or do I leave that to someone else." She'd chuckle, debating some of the Engex.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster is just ignoring the pair as right now the Wrecker is off-duty. He listens to the conversation but doesn't comment. His face really not one to show emotion easily.

**Hookshot has posed:**
'Motley' looks over as the word 'antique' seems to garner some attention. He glances first at Deadlock, then at Vortex, crossing his assymetrically painted arms to rather odd effect. "You'd be surprised how many people are eager for evidence of pre-war culture - especially after the ravages of constant skirmishing, raiding, and half the planet getting melted. Although, since Rodion has been a hotbed for conquest, I've been considering relocating." 'Motley' tilts his head, arching his rather large optic ridges. "It isn't practical. But when pragmatism is most necessary is when many wish to indulge in the frivolous. If that weren't so, establishments such as this oilhouse wouldn't thrive."

Motley gives his helm a shake and glances aside to Starlock. "As I am about to head off to attend to a deal soon, I guess I'll /have/ to leave you to be the responsible one. Good luck, Starlock. Or... what as it the others called you... Sarge?" The mech gives an affable grin and then looks to the other. "If either of you have a change of spark about 'junk' look me up in Rodion. Assuming I still have a shop the next time I return." With an off-kilter shrug, Motley strides off.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl comes back from whereever it ws he went. "...wait, antiques?!" he says. "D'you ever get in any clocks--ann' he's gone. Slaggit!"

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Deadlock scoffs. "Oh, right. I forgot most mechs are idiots." he remarks sarcastically, shaking his head and going back to his drink.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chirps "Im a purveyour of historical artifacts too. Hey. IM looking for a pre-war object called an optic gouger. Its not sharp on one end, rounded on the other you can get right behind it and pop it out. Some say the Senate itself used it on non comformists.."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off enters the establishment, eying the Autobots he sees with some wariness, but moving in and towards his fellow Decepticons when he sees Vortex. The mention of "antiques" grabs his attention briefly, but then he continues heading towards his brother. Then there's the mention of optic gougers and.... ew. Blast Off pauses to sidestep towards the bartender and order a drink- he may need it.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock shook her helm and smiled, yeah she was going to need to be the responsible one... Though Deadlock's comment about Mech's being idiots does get a slight smile from her, so he thought Femmes were not? Interesting. "Next time Whirl." She'd say with a chuckle, ordering a enersoda for now as she rested at the table.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster pats Whirl on the back, "They already said their in Rodion so you can probably find em. Not like they can move as fast as a certain ego." He takes another swig of nightmare fuel as he sits there.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl flinches, then tenses as he's touched. His claws clench into an approximation of fists but he stops himself from swinging on Roadbuster. "...Rodion, yeah, I can probably find him," he says. "...there's some really interesting old timepieces out there."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nods in agreement with Whirl. "Used to be some neat stuff I'd see being transported from Harmonex." She'd tilt her helm in thought. "I wonder what the other cities made." She'd muse "I didn't really get out alot, from the library, but I do know Harmonixain craft when I see it." She'd nod, and optic the nightmare fuel. "What does that taste like?" She'd question, raising a ridge.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is staring off chuckling oto himself unaware of anyone in the world for a moment. "Just need a circuit speeder and this ship's takkin off."

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster takes note of Whirls reaction but doesn't push it as he can only guess what the mech feels, "Yeah maybe you'll hit the jackpot when you do." He looks to Starlock then to the bottle and back. He ponders for a bit before saying, "Huh, how do ya explain something that could push some ships into hyperspace? " He continues to think before saying, "Well besides a large hit of energy its just.... hmm." Finally taking notice of Blast Off he remembers something in the mechs profile, "Hey thrusters, they say your a expert. How would you put how this stuff tastes?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is again distracted at the mention of antiques, glancing over at Whirl and Roadbuster but then shaking his head and moving away, now with drink in hand. He sidles on up next to his teammate, taking a relaxed sip of wine. "You do \*not\* need a circuit speeder."

Then Roadbuster actually asks him a question. The shuttleformer keeps slowly sipping, frowning over at the Autobot as he does. But he can't quite resist offering his opinion. "What... \*stuff\*?" He lifts his enerwine, swishing it around gently. "THIS is... satisfactory. Not particularly outstanding, a bit too dry and wooden... but not as bad as it could be, I suppose."

**Deadlock has posed:**
    "Oh hey look it's the bus driver." Deadlock sneers as Blast Off approaches and sits down near Vortex, sounding rather overcharged by now. "Your teammate just got punched and quite enjoyed it, you want your share next?" he taunts.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Well, this just got Interesting, Starlock would shake her helm and chuckle, waiting to see just how this would turn out. "Nightmare fuel!" She'd call with a chuckle... Okay so now she wondered if Blast Off was going to get so overcharged again, that he'd try singing agian.. that was almost a scary thought.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shakes his head, as if to clear away teh clock related cobwebs. "...yeah, I get it," he says, glancing over at Roadbuster's drink. "It's called Nightmare Fuel, Sarge. It tastes like bad descisions."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex looks overcharged already, there are three empty cubes in front of him. "You're right blas...bla off. I don' nedda speeder yet. I need. Nightmare fuel first. Think they sell it here?" he chuckles.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster looks to Whirl, "If it was that bad Ol' Macc wouldn't sell it." He turns back to Blast Off, "What she just said." Holding up the bottle with Skullgrins pretender shell on the label.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off's optics narrow as Deadlock speaks, and again he takes a drink- along one- before answering. "Try if you like, but be warned I have a tendency of \*shooting\* anyone who punches me outside of the training room." He pauses, swishing the liquid in his glass again. "...Or Brawl, I suppose. Life with Brawl as a teammate means you have to roll with the punches- literally."

Ah. Nightmare Fuel. Blast Off needs a drink, but not \*that\* one. Not yet. His face scrunches in mild distaste. "Ah." His tone is still rather flat and aloof as he considers, briefly glancing down to his thruster feet. Hrmm. "Nightmare Fuel certainly packs a punch of it's own. I don't know if the flavor is the best... a bit pungent, don't you think? But people don't drink it for the flavor as much as the intensity..." He frowns again as Tex speaks of getting some, but he doesn't argue, instead turning to eye Starlock a moment before gazing back at his wine glass.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's optic flickers. "Oh, I didn't say it was bad, I just said it tastes lke bad decisions -- if you're lucky, it's on the way down, if you're not so lucky..." He mimes regurgitating with one hand. "...well, not that \*I\* have to worry about that but, y'know...you mouth-havers do."

**Deadlock has posed:**
    "Aw, now you sound like you don't -wanna- be punched, that's not a good sport like Vortex here." Deadlock chuckles, slamming his cube down and causing some engex to splatter out onto the bar. "What's wrong with a circuit speeder anyway..." he mutters.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckles, leave it to these guys to be able to describe something like Nightmare fuel together, but she does have a pretty good idea now. "Gotcha, probably knock me on my aft if I tried it." She'd snort with a grin, she was enjoying her time, this was for sure.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex moves in closer to Deadlock. "If you wanna take this outside, we can take it outside. No oens gettin kicked out casua you today." he slurs, trying to protect his brother. He makes a push in Deadlock's direction but really can't tell where he is.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster chuckles, "There ya go, from multiple sources." Yeah the wrecker is being friendly with the enemy. But hey this is Maccs and no ones causing trouble. Unlike another timeline where he's kicking out Fang for bullying Tusks.

**Phantom has posed:**
Abruptly, Phantom stumbles in through the backdoor of Maccadam's, black out drunk. Well, that's a bit more of a rare sight these cycles, since recently, the elusive seeker had been drinking much less. Tonight must have been an exception.

 He staggers, inebriated, over to the bar counter shoving himself in between Vortex and Deadlock. He wordlessly gestures for the bartender to bring him another round.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex greets Phantom by giving a grunt. "Ew. Phan Phan." he moves furhter down the bar like Phantom is diseased. "Can I have some nghtmare fuel to go?" he asks. "M' gonna go find Hush and get some speeders."

**Blast Off has posed:**
"I don't," Blast Off replies matter-of-factly to Deadlock. "And I never claimed to be a 'good sport'... certainly not in matters like \*that\*." Tsk. He does watch as Tex tries to get Deadlock to go outside, again looking a bit perturbed but not interfering. However, when Phantom appears, Blast off stiffens a bit, his grip tightening around his drink, and he suddenly looks like he's considering some of that Nightmare Fuel after all...

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckles. "Indeed, I don't think i've ever heard something described like that before." She'd grin at Roadbuster. "One day, but that day, is not today, since everyone else is drinking." She'd smirk.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    "Pff, you're no fun." Deadlock mutters. He does get shoved by Vortex, but not all that hard, given how overcharged he is. But he barely notices because Phantom just kind of plops himself down between them. He tries to push the other Decepticon off of his stool. "Hey...I was--sitting there." he protests. "Y'know you could ask."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's head droops for a moment, then jerks up sharply. "What the? Slag...ok, I...gotta go be elsewhere," he says. 'Sarge, thanks for the chat. Roadbuster, thanks for the pat. I'm gonna go not be around people for a while. Feeling...anti-social."

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster chuckles, "Your choice." He then tilts his head at Whirl then looks to Starlock, "He gonna be ok? Didn't mean to offend him if I did."

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom elbows him back lightly, but more to just ward him off than to show any aggression. "Wasn't.. wasn't there supposed to be some kind of singing.. entertainment today?" He complains loudly. "Dammit! I didn't pay a cover charge just to watch some drunk afts vomit on the floor!"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off looks perfectly fine with 'being no fun' as he continues to sip his enerwine. He watches the cyclops stalk off and then idly gazes as Deadlock and Phantom scuffle, content to look and feel superior. Siiip.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "See you Whirl, thank you for coming out." She'd wave with a smile, before looking to Roadbuster. "I don't think it was anything you did, he's not used to being touched in a friendly manner." She'd say in a low tone, considering what Whirl had been through? She could totally get why he'd be not okay with people touching him.

      She'd look at All the dunken cons, mainly the complaining Phantom, and then the stage were the karaoke was... She was probably going to need a drink after what she was thinking about doing. She'd give Blast off a knowing glance before whispering to Roadbuster as she pushed herself up.

      "So, how bad do you think i'ma' miff 'em off?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "Oh yeah thats why I paid extra. Well. Im gonna have to go before the fun starts. Hush only has the high powered speeders till 2400 and if I dont get there early he'll only have the half powered ones." He starts to head for the door waving to everyone. "Have fun. Be good."

**Deadlock has posed:**
    "Tch! -You- sing." Deadlock scoffs when Phantom complains about the lack of musical entertainment.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
"Hope so, seems like a good mech." Roadbuster says quietly while no doubt in another universe the two are arguing or fighting side by side. Looking to the cons he holds back a chuckle saying, "This lot? Maybe like a skulk of crazy turbofoxes."

**Phantom has posed:**
Surprisingly, Phantom obliges. "Fine, fine," he grumbles, "since no one else is drunk enough."

 Damn, he even beats Starlock up there, somehow, despite running into several tables on his way up to the stage. He grabs the microphone, but doesn't realize he's holding it upside down. Or maybe he does, and just doesn't care.

 Then he belts out, "Next to lovin', I like fightin' / I like fightin' / it's excitin' / Next to lovin' I like fightin' best." Weirdly, as drunk as he is, he manages to keep the tune and make himself audible despite the microphone being upside down.

 He then jumps off the stage and cuts Vortex off as he makes his way towards the exit, still singing, "I don't have to come on tough / You can bet I'm tough enough! / Next to lovin', I like fighting best!" And then he grabs a stool and hefts it at the Combaticon.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex applauds, even as he ducks the drunk stool! "Hahahah Yes yes. Should..." he chuckles, already so drunk hes shaking. "Should I um. Sing next?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock grins, as she's encouraged by Roadbuster, she'd think this over a second then nod. "Challenge accepted." She'd whisper to Roadboster, but before she could get there, Phantom beats her, and oh.. Oh it was hallariuse, she'd lean on the booth seat, and wait for him to finish, a grin on her face.

      "He's a lil' confused, but he's got the spirit." She'd whisper to Roadbuster, grinning widely.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster listens to Phantom sign before laughing as the cons stumbles and misses his swing. He nods to Starlock saying, "Go gettem."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off sets the glass down and definitely looks less-than-pleased as Vortex starts out to get more drugs. Siiigh. He watches him leave, a reprimand on the tip of his tongue... but ultimately settles back down with a facepalm. Violet optics glance over at Starlock as she looks at him, and again he studies her a moment... but then he decides to just keep drinking. Even when Phantom starts singing... and throwing things at Vortex.... yep, still resolutely drinking that wine. Yep.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grabs the stool that was thrown at him and makes his way to the stage. He clears his throat. "Mechs and femmes.. M' gonna dedicate this one to my friends....Phan Phan and Drifty-boo."
     Vortex starts to croon softly. "You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips... and theres no tenderness anymore in your fiingertips.." he moves around Phantom, then starts to circle Deadlock "You're tryin hard not to show it. But baby.. baby I know it.."
     he starts to go around the room. "You lost that lovin' feeling. Oooh that lovin feelin. You lost that lovin feeling and now its gone...gone gone.. wooooah." well his voice isnt too bad. Its his choice of song. And drunkedness that makes it special.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    "Slag you glitchead!" Deadlock shouts loudly in the middle of Vortex's song. "I told you not to call me that!" He tries to grab Blast Off's glass and throw it at Vortex's head just as he's woaaahhing at the end.

**Phantom has posed:**
The inebriated seeker pretty much faceplants onto a table when he swings the stool at Vortex and then misses. Which gives Vortex time to get up on stage and steal the spotlight. He vomits, and then after a split nanosecond of trying to compose himself, he launches himself onto the stage, attempting to shove Vortex off the platform.

 "You just see a gentle soul / Happy in a passive role / You don't see no birdie you can roast."

 Then he knocks a wine rack down with his photon blaster, making all the glass shatter before he grabs the rack and uses it like a zipline on a ceiling rafter to transport himself across the bar towards Roadbuster.

 "But I can split an eight foot rail / With just the tip of my tail / And I'm not inclined to be the kind to boast!"

 The Wrecker will probably be trying to mind his own business when the seeker jumps up on the booth and sticks his aft right in the Autobot's face.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock has to cover her mouth to hide the fact she's unable to stop grinning, she's laughing a bit even, and whispers over to Roadbuster with a snort. "I don't think there is /anything/ I could sing at this point that could top this." she'd chuckle.

      She'd see Phantom incoming and move out of the way behind the booth, yep, this was a bar!

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster shakes his head as the cons seem focused on embarrassing themselves, "Oh boy, know Maccs gonna send em a bill, whether their boss like it or... not." He somehow raises a optic ridge as Phantoms tail end is suddenly, "Hey outta my face!" He quickly swings and attempts to knock the seeker away from him.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off stares as Vortex gets up onstage, then sinks more into his chair. Don't know that guy, nope. Nope! He looks like he wishes he could hide in the glass he's drinking from. Then suddenly it's gone! "HEY!" The shuttleformer is up, out of his chair, armor bristling. "That was MY glass, you uncultured buffoon, get your own!" His fists clench and leg cannons twitch and humm as they come online. "You now owe me a glass of wine." He stares steadily at Deadlock, even as SHENANIGANS occur on stage and off.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex wraps his arms and legs around Phantom in an attmept to keep upright. Of course, this is quite embarassing for the chopper, band he falls over just afterwards. "Love my Phan Phan." He chuckles. He laughs for a good long while, rolling off the stage. He grabs something from subspace, a small hypo and injets himself with it. "Too late to get my speeders tonight. Still have this." whatever it is it makes him laugh, literally rolling on the ground.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Deadlock is too busy laughing at Vortex's antics to notice Blast Off getting mad. And also too overcharged. He probably won't even remember later on, either.

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom jumps off the booth just before Roadbuster can manage to swipe him. He engages his jet boosters and ends up standing close to Vortex who's lying on the ground, and putting a foot on his chassis, stomping as he repeats the chorus, "Next to lovin', I like fightin' / I like fightin' / it's excitin' / Next to lovin' I like fightin' best~"

 Then he slides over to Starlock and throws his arms around her, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Next to being hugged and kissed/I like making me a fist! /Next to lovin', I like fighting best!" He then makes a show of punching the table she's sitting at, upsetting it.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster lets out a vent as Phantom jumps away, "Crazy mechs on both sides." He watches the seeker but says nothing else as he once again takes a drink.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock just peeks up from the booth she dove behind, grinning. Shenanigans was an understatement! This was chaos, but it was amusing chaos.

      Then Phantom does.. /that/ and she blinks, for a few kilks, and her optics settle into a half-lidded expression. "Oh it's on." She'd state to no one in particular, before she starts humming, getting the melody in her head, before planting her cheek in her hand.

      "Why am i always hit on by the the boys i never like?
      I can always see them coming from the left and from the right
      I don't want to be a priss
      I'm just trying to be polite
      But it always seems to bite me in the aft."

      She'd get up and point at Phantom's chassis and get a bit in his face.

      "You Ask me for my number. Yeah, you put me on the spot. You think that we should hook-up but I think that we should not... You had me at hello, But then you opened up your mouth and that is when it started going south, Oh!" She'd grin and start walking away, preparing herself for whatever retaliation was coming.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Being ignored was the wrong move. Blast Off gets quiet- well, except for those leg cannons. His focus remains on Deadlock, save for a quick glance to Starlock as she sings... quite well, actually. But no. No. He has a low tolerance for bufoonery as is- and now, without his drink to escape into, he's just intolerant. And when the snobby sniper shuttle gets intolerant, it's time to watch those leg cannons. They begin to grumble to life as he makes a music all his own- the music of the night, the music of the sniper- the sound of a short blast of laserfire, directed at Deadlock.

Just a /little/ blast.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex gives some sort of polite clap before literally passing out on the ground. Nice, Tex.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Deadlock gets shot in the shoulder by Blast Off. He staggers back, stumbling off of his barstool.

    Suddenly, happy, laughing overcharged Deadlock goes away and he glares at the Combaticon. "OH YOU WANT SOME, SLAGHEAP?!" he shouts, and picks up a chair to hurl across the room at the shuttlemech.

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom smirks, and he's about the shove Starlock's face aside, but then Blast Off opens fire on Deadlock and a mini melee ensues.

 He then jumps belly first onto the table Blast Off is sitting at, and pointing repeatedly at the Combaticon, belts out, "Next to poetry and prose / I like punching me a nose." Consequently, he jumps up and attempts to punch Blast Off in the face.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster watches the cons go at it, "Honestly save that for when your in the Jump Joint." Getting up he looks to Starlock saying, "Almost as fun as Wrecker training and great voice. But think I'm out before they tear it up and everyones made to cleanup." He places down some shanix before pushing his way out.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock snorts at Phantom, before looking back to Roadbuster as the fight breaks out. "Welp, there goes the neighborhood." She'd shrug and laugh. "See you Roadbuster." She'd call and wave, and vented a chuckle as she watched the trio get into a fight.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off easily dodges the chair, letting out a triumphant \*heh!\*... and runs right into Phantom's fist. "Ow!" There's a slight crack on his faceplate, and while his nose is sore it's not broken (one reason Blast Off wears a faceplate)...but his pride is bruised. Still, he reacts instinctively, his training as a Combaticon kicking in before he can think as he tries using Phantom's momentum to roll back and attempt to ram the mech with his shoulder so the drunk Seeker falls down on the floor. "...Which will get you disposed..." He can't quite help but blurt out as he does so.

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom oofs as Blast Off quarterback rams him into the floor. This doesn't keep him from continuing his drunken musical antics, though.

 His jet boosters engage again, and this time, he roosts on a ceiling rafter near the back of the bar. It groans and bends, but that doesn't deter him from combining his singing with dancing as he continues, "Easy going, that's my style / Never frown when I can smile / Happy as a yak without it's yoke / But if you aggravate my scorn / You'll be sorry you were born / And I ain't the kind to be that kind of joke! / Next to lovin', I like fightin' / I like fightin' / it's excitin' / Next to lovin' I like fightin'.... beeeeeeeest."

 As he holds out the last note, the rafter snaps. And Phantom is too drunk to catch himself, so he'll last be seen falling into a booth stall adjacent to the end of the bar counter. However, if anyone goes to investigate wreckage, they won't find the elusive seeker.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock could only give them all a clap, grinning audial to audial and let out a chuckle, this had definitely gone better than expected even if a small bar-fight did break out, but /hey/ it was a FUN small bar-fight! Though Phantom, Deadlock and Blast off were prooobably going to have to pay for the damages.

      She'd go and pay for her groups ticket, before turning to make her way out, giving a two finger salute in goodbye as she went.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off didn't damage the place! Just maybe dinged it a little, yeah. But nothing like Phantom. Yeah! In fact, the shuttleformer is already heading towards the exit.. where he gives Starlock a small nod before slipping away, himself. To go find a more \*peaceful\* place to drink!