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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2016 18:25:38 GMT
(OOC: To inaugurate Swerve's, I invite any and all to join in the au fun of getting absolutely hammered at a bar that exists inexplicably between dimensions)
Dreadwing considered himself an intelligent mech. His sharp wit and keen mind were a boon on the battlefield, and were much a weapon to be wielded as his sword and ion cannon. He liked to think he was reasonably clever. That being said, a inter-dimensional bar that existed in all universes and none of them at the same time where anybody and everybody could come to socialize under the banner of truce and neutrality defied all logic and reasoning, and he could not understand it at all.
The major thing that stumped him was the very bar itself. It was not clear how one actually even got to this bar (he’d just simply appeared at the door with little recollection of how he'd gotten there) nor was it clear where this bar even was. It made no sense! He had also been appalled at its very premise. Anyone who could so easily set aside their values and principles just to go out and have drinks would surely show themselves later to be lacking loyalty and integrity!
… But then he’d learned that Swerve’s kept some high-grade Vos vintage on tap. Well, no seeker could resist that, now, could they?
Thus Dreadwing had slunk into the bar, taking care to leave his swords and his ion cannon at the door with the monosyllabic bouncer (he kept a few bombs in his subspace, juuust in case.) so as to not blatantly violate the rules of the establishment. He settled himself in the corner, out of the way of the masses, and flagged down the bartender. He tried to keep his sneer to a minimum - the bartender was an Autobot.
“... A glass of the Vos vintage. With a dash of engex out of Kaon.”
He sat at the bar with his glass, and watched.
Dreadwing considered himself an intelligent mech. His sharp wit and keen mind were a boon on the battlefield, and were much a weapon to be wielded as his sword and ion cannon. He liked to think he was reasonably clever. That being said, a inter-dimensional bar that existed in all universes and none of them at the same time where anybody and everybody could come to socialize under the banner of truce and neutrality defied all logic and reasoning, and he could not understand it at all.
The major thing that stumped him was the very bar itself. It was not clear how one actually even got to this bar (he’d just simply appeared at the door with little recollection of how he'd gotten there) nor was it clear where this bar even was. It made no sense! He had also been appalled at its very premise. Anyone who could so easily set aside their values and principles just to go out and have drinks would surely show themselves later to be lacking loyalty and integrity!
… But then he’d learned that Swerve’s kept some high-grade Vos vintage on tap. Well, no seeker could resist that, now, could they?
Thus Dreadwing had slunk into the bar, taking care to leave his swords and his ion cannon at the door with the monosyllabic bouncer (he kept a few bombs in his subspace, juuust in case.) so as to not blatantly violate the rules of the establishment. He settled himself in the corner, out of the way of the masses, and flagged down the bartender. He tried to keep his sneer to a minimum - the bartender was an Autobot.
“... A glass of the Vos vintage. With a dash of engex out of Kaon.”
He sat at the bar with his glass, and watched.
