1035/Brawl at the Bar

**Brawl has posed:**
The Jump Joint a place for scum, villainy, and especially Combaticons like Brawl. As the mech makes his way inside he looks around at the usual crowd before focusing on the bartender, "So whats good on the tap tonight?" As the tankmech waits for a answer he picks up a dart and takes a shot at the board.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would wonder into the Jump Joint, datapad in hand as he's finishing up some designs on a certain new set of new rotary blades for a specific Chopper bot... An ear twitching as he doesn't hear the normal griping from the staff about him being in his alt-mode. He'd shrug it off and make his way over to his normal booth in the far back of back of the bar, in the corner, and orders his normal brand of drink.

      He'd glance up from the datapad, hearing Brawl, and just lets out a quite snort of amusement as the green combaticon misses the dart board. "Hmm Do be careful, going to take someones optic out." He'd grin.

**Hookshot has posed:**
In the shadowiest of corners, for in a place like the Jump Joint there must be many, skulks a dark coloured mech, his very paint job seeing to draw in and neutralize light rather than reflect it. The only hints of anyone sitting in this shadiest of all booths is the gentle glow from two white optics. Said optics turn, narrowing to almost tilde-shaped lines of light upon seeing Brawl's misfire of a dart. Goth's remark, from yet another one of those shadowy, out of the way corners, causes the mech's gaze to shift yet again. There is the tink of a glass being set down - likely not engex as it lacks the tell-tale glow.

As if emerging from the shadows, the lone figure approaches the dartboard, calmly plucking it out of the wall. He looks it over a moment or two, then looks up at the Combaticon tank, then back at Goth. Then, desipte appearing like the potential dark brooder, he cracks a grin that decimates any illusion that this is a mech to take seriously. "Now, now, now," he begins in a light yet crisp tone that is all pleasantry. "The only optic we'd need to worry about is /yours/ Goth, my good mech. FOr you COULD potentially assist anyone that was inflicted by a wayward dart such as this. Allow me to demonstrate!" Carelessly, Hookshot tosses the dart over his shoulder, not even seeming to care if it hits it target or finds its way magically into someone's optic.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl's optics narrow behind his visor at the miss and almost looks to be reaching for his gun but stops as he hears Goths comment. Turning toward the beastbot he says, "Maybe I need somethin' bigger like that time in Polyhex." The large mech is scowling behind his faceplant but before he can do any action he's distracted by two things.

 The first being the barkeep sliding a glass of Kaon Blitzgin his way while muttering, "Too early to put holes in the place, you know that Brawl." Catching the glass he then glances over to the other mech as they make their shot and rumbles, "Lucky shot."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Hello Hookshot." Goth would state blandly. There was however a pause and.. Well, a raise of his ridge, as he tried to figure out just what Hookshot was trying to do, as it wasn't normal for him to hear someone complimenting him outside of... Well.. Blast Off, Vortex, and Dustoff... Darkstar was debatable, as he always stated stuff (at least in his head) in a rather belittling tone.

      He'd give Brawl a flat look, and raised his elongated claws to give Brawl a rude gesture in response to his mentoring of Polyhex. "Fair Shot, Hookshot." He'd state, looking back down to his datapad, and getting out the stylus from his subspace to continue work on whatever was on there.

**Hookshot has posed:**
Hookshot clicks audibly at Brawl. "Tsk. No need to menace the bat. He's a useful sort of fellow, once you get past... well..." He just gestures towards Goth, as if just looking at the mech explains whatever unfortunate drawbacks he may have. "Besides, making fun of Goth is so passe." Grinning with a brightness which belies his paint job, Hookshot returns to the dartboard, plucking out the dart. "And, yes, it was a lucky shot. But there's always a thrill when luck comes through for you. Especially when the stakes are higher than hitting a board or not." Hookshot face the dartboard, lining up another shot. "Like when you've only got so much energon left and get that one last blast of your biggest weapon and actually hit your target against all odds. Exhilerating, isn't it?"

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl chuckles a bit at Goths gesture before taking a short pull of the blitzgin. He looks towards Hookshot as they prep for their shot, a grin forming behind his faceplate as he says, "Oh yeah or slamming your opponent through a wall. Especially when in the thick of it whether on the battlefield or in the pits." Oh if only the Power Base was still open he'd prob be smashing heads and enjoying the cheers of the crowd.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would give a long-suffering look as he glanced to Hookshot, and once more, raised his hand to give a rude gesture, and a scoff, before looking back down to continue with his work. He could only roll his optics about the mention of luck, mostly because of how /awful/ his was. "Hmph, I prefer propper calculations, as they are normally much more reliable." Specially when your luck sucks as bad as his!

**Hookshot has posed:**
Hookshot nods his head as Brawl talks about smashing people through walls. He squints, letting the dart fly and turning away before seeing where it lands. "Or the thrill of a successful ambush. That look on people's faces as they realize by the time they saw you, it was too late." Hookshot's gaze slides back over to Goth, catching that rude gesture. It only gets a wink from Hookshot. "However, it seems none of us are currently on the front lines." Actually, it seems more often than not, Hookshot is missing from the front lines. "So the next best thing is mixing drinks with throwing pointy objects. Or mixing drinks with calculations." Hookshot tilts his head, cupping his chin with his hand as he peers at Goth.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl looks at the board as the other mech hits their mark, "Another good shot. If even catch sight of their faces first hahaha. Especially when Ons plans it out. The boss knows his stuff and somehow can find a way for me to be silent." He finishes off his drink and orders a refill before trying his hand at another throw.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Now, that I can agree on." He'd chuckle as he continued to work, not looking up from the datapad. "For now." Goth would add, he did normally find himself on the front lines or as hidden support... Though mostly front lines due to current lack of such, which really annoyed him, but what could he do? He'd cent a huff an look up, ready to Correct Hookshot only, the other mech wasn't exactly /wrong/ in what he was saying.

      "And it is not merely calculations, I'm aiding Onslaught in making a new set of rotary blades for Vortex, given the loss of his current set." he'd state as he looked up from the datapad to look at the peering mech. His optics then glancing to Brawl's miss of the dart board and shook his head.

**Hookshot has posed:**
"Ah, yes, Onslaught. Remarkable at planning. He's so good at what he does that he fails to factor in my fair-weather friend, luck. And then rages against his plans falling apart, lacking the flexibility to improvise. Because why should he? He thoought of everything. Right? And yet..." Hookshot shrugs. "No amount of contigencies can account for the chaos we exist in. Luck and flexibility. For when luck fails you, that is when you need to be the most creative." Hookshot throws another dart nonchalantly.

"Hopefully Vortex won't lose whatever new set you make too quickly." Hookshot gives Goth a sideglance. "Well, good luck getting all that together. He's a particular fellow and might not 'take' to his new easily. Being a rather particular person myself, there are some particular errands I need to attend to. Enjoy." Hookshot saunters out of the bar.

**Brawl has posed:**
Oh Hookshot is lucky they left the bar as they did as Brawl almost pulls his gun out when he misses another shot, "Bah!." Infact he almost misses the other mech's comment on his boss, quickly turning towards the door saying, "Whaddya just say!?" Already worked up about two missed shot he rips a stool off the ground and tosses it out the door, a little to late to hit the mech.

 The tankmech emits a low rumble as the bartender takes note to add that to the tab. At the mention of Vortex he turns to Goth pondering if he should ask something almost holding back before finally saying, "How's Texx and the others holdin' up anyway?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Raised a ridge at Hookshot as he left, and soon shook his helm. "What a strange mech." He'd vent a huff, continuing with his Work, not even flinching at the sound of thrown furniture.. By this point, he was used to such, specially after Blast Off and Darkstar got into a bar fight here not long before.

      "Better, Vortex is regaining his cognitive and motor functions." He'd state, glancing up from his work to watch the tankmech. "Blast Off was largely uninjured, but.. Hm... Well." He wasn't about to state the Shuttle was at least, mentally, unwell, then again was Brawl really the one to care for that? He'd figure not, and just rather help Blast Off save face.

**Ravage has posed:**
When did a cat get there in the bar...and when did they serve him up a drink? Anyone's guess, really, as to both...and it's probably something only the bartender knows. Either way, the cheshire Decepticon is indeed there, just sipping and watching the surroundings, an ear turned attentatively towards Goth as the summary of Vortex and Blast Off's condition stands.

"Good to hear both are doing well...they went through quite the ordeal. I'm glad my...preparations helped in paving the way for their release. A testament, perhaps, to Combaticon durability and longevity that they still...function after what was witnessed and done there..." He nods curtly.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl down his drink before looking to the bartender saying, "Another Blitzgin with a shot of Battery Acid next to it." Looking back to Goth he nods as he makes sense of the first with Tex but then tilts his head at whatever the medicon means with BOff. He doesn't ask as the feline pops up saying, "Yeah Blasty might look soft but he's a survivor. While Tex will want some Nightmare Fuel whenever he fully gets back up."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ear twitched and swiveled over at the sound of Ravange's voice and he'd glance over, giving his fellow Beast-fromer a nod. "**--"** **He'd then clear his vocalizer, realizing what language he'd found himself defaulting too. "Hello Ravange, and yes, it was quite helpful... And it is quite a testament, given the damage done to Vortex's processors, had to leave those repairs to Dustoff." He'd explain, before looking back down to his datapad.**
**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage chuckles faintly at Goth's cryptic response before turning his attention briefly to his own drink. "Good to see that you all are having a pleasant time in the Jump Joint... I should apologize a bit on being...absent. It took some careful navigation to get back from Garrus-1."

**Brawl has posed:**
Really no one surprised Brawl giving compliments about the brothers he usually torments? Either the engex is getting to him or the state they returned has him concerned. He looks at the bar as the two drinks are set next to him, "I shoulda been there to blow the place to pieces. Gonna flatten that Pharma for whatever he did." As usual he makes his point as he slams his fist into his palm and grinds it.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth waved it off. "Navigating enemy territory is a hassle, you will not find me faulting you." He'd state to Ravange, before looking to Brawl with a cringe. "Just go about it smartly, We do not need another incident like this." He'd state flatly and with a cringe. "That or some god forsaken plague let loose on us all." He'd add with a huff, sipping on his own drink.

**Ravage has posed:**
"Smartly? Please...remember who you are talking to." He chuckles softly. "If I ever get 'caught' it will be to distract from the explosive charges I placed ahead of time. Nothing without a plan... I'm sure Onslaught would agree."

**Brawl has posed:**
"Think his head would look good mounted on a wall or that too good for him?", Brawl looks between the two beastbots as he asks this. Cause unless told otherwise by Onslaught he's gonna tear Pharma apart if he gets the chance. Nodding to Ravage he says, "Yeah the boss knows the best way to do thins'. Plannin' best left to him. I'll stick to breakin' things."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth just.. Groaned, in response to Ravage, right.. This was Brawl he was talking to. Thankfully, Goth didn't have to worry about the Tankmech, that was Onslaughts job... Know unless Goth has to work with him on the field and he just sighs. "Yes.. Well." Goth doesn't actually have much to say in response to that, and looks back down at his work.

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage chuckles softly. "I'd rather subject Pharma to the very same... practices he enacts on others." He chuckles softly in mild amusement before rolling his shoulders in a shrug. "Which...based on what I saw, would make for a very, very amusing time."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl downs the shot before taking a short pull of the blitzgin. He chuckles a bit before saying, "Well if thats what others want I'll give him to them first." Placing his glass down he focuses on steadying himself though sways a bit as he picks up another bar to toss.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth let out a hem on that thought. "Oh that would quite some Karmic justice~" He'd chuckle. "An enjoyable thought to say the least." He'd grin, before looking back down to the datapad.

      Despite being heckled, Goth was oddly feeling at ease, perhaps it was due to getting used to these strange bots. He'd glance at the dart board a moment, thinking on taking his own crack at it but.. Noo, No, as much as he didn't want to believe his was actually cursed, he didn't want to test his (Bad) luck on throwing one of those darts and accidently hitting someone.

**Ravage has posed:**
"It would be, wouldn't it. The sort of justice that was delivered to the Senate. I would be all for it. Might teach those Autobots not to meddle with things that are best left alone." He grunts softly.

**Brawl has posed:**
"Blasted thing, I'll show ya.", Brawl grumbles as he looks around for something bigger to throw. He finally seems to settle on doing something else as he steps over to the board and slams his fist hard into it The dart board doesn't shatter but there is certainly a dent in the wall. During all this Bartender takes out a datapad and muttering about whether or not he should charge for a replacement.

 After he's done the Tankmech back to the others saying, "Ya can have your justice but still wanna least let Ons do whatever he wants to him."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Bot of course." Goth stated with a gesture of his hands, before looking to Ravage, and then the bar mech, before shaking his helm. "For what it is worth, Ravage, I agree with the sentiment." He'd push himself up, gathering his datapad. "Mmm, if you pardon me, I have somewhere to be... It was a..." He'd tap his lip. "Pleasure, speaking with you both." he'd nod.

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage smiles faintly. "Mmm, and I was only here to...partake in one simple drink which," he drains his, "I've done. So, I may be taking my leave, but...that's up to you to decide if I truly have or not." He laughs softly, then looks at the bartender...

Indeed. There's probably going to be a decent bill delivered to the Combaticon quarters... And then, just like that, he's gone.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl shrugs as the two wander saying, "Yeah see ya two whenever I do." He finishes his last drink and nods to the bar mech, "Ya know where to send it if ya do, pal." The tankmech chuckles a bit before making his own way out.