Ep-0.5 "Booze For all and all For Booze!"-Open

League was quite drunk off his aft, however he was used to it and knew how to handle his high grade, regardless of what comes his way. However as worldly as the miner was, having a femme nearly crawl into his lap was not something he could say he was used to. As interesting as this was, League was a little weary of her, in fact they had barely spoken five words in all the time he had been at the base.

"Vellsy! Take a cube and unwind, drink as much as you want the energon is on me! But...maybe you better go stake your claim elsewhere?"

As he spoke the mech reached over he grabbed a good cube of high grade and practically shoved it into the smaller bot's servos. However there was yet another problem with his drinking, League had a nasty habit of slipping into phrases or saying popular around miners, something not every bot could translate. However he did hope what he said was clear, he wasn't quite drunk enough to be party to her strange advances, not that they were unwelcome on his part. Things were far too hectic at the moment to throw something like an amorous femmebot into the mix, for now League would 'politely' shrug her off and try to keep somewhat friendly.

The patrol had been nearly mind numbingly dull, especially since there was a part of Bluestreak half expecting another random 'bot to pop up for Bee to take home. It was the yellow scouts presence that made things bearable though. The loss of Ray and the grief there of still a fresh wound but Bumblebee's presence, warm, soft, gentle and supporting was starting to ease the pain. By the end of their patrol things were hurting a little less.

Then the two of them found League and Velocity having a little party and it didn't even take a second to know what Bee was planning and if Bluestreak was being honest it sounded like the best worst idea ever about now.

Bulkhead had been sitting the monitors and trying not to be too obvious in his attempts to crane his neck around to look at the little steadily growing party. Or to look too much like a miserable turbopup begging for scraps.

It was a good thing, and Primus knew they could all use a little relaxation and unwinding. Plus League, by the look of the cubes he was passing out, had pocketed away a stash of better distillation than what the still Ironhide and Bulkhead had set up in the back rooms was producing.

Aaaaand Bulkhead had another two hours of monitor duty. He vented sharply. Prime might overlook a still - might even overlook a party right in the middle of the control room, given that there was precious little other space inside the base that could accomodate any large number of them gathered together - but duty was duty and duty did NOT mean sneaking a cube of highgrade when he was supposed to be watching their monitors. Prime might overlook a lot of things, but Bulkhead was pretty sure he wouldn't overlook that.

He was concentrating on the monitors, the better to try to block out the deep sound of League's laughter, when someone tapped his shoulder and nearly startled him out of his own plates. Bulkhead bit back a yelp and spun, only just catching himself against the edge of the monitor banks. Ironhide smiled, a bare expression that was mostly in the older mech's optics. "Yeh ain't foolin' anyone," he rumbled. "Go on. Ah got these."

Bulkhead darted a quick glance between the older mech, the monitors, and the gathering of bots around League. He shouldn't, but... "You sure?"

Ironhide snorted, waving him off with one hand, and bodily pushed him aside to take his place in front of the monitors. "Ah'm up next after yeh," he noted, settling in. "Might as well start early, an' yeh can get a crack at unwindin' some. Yeh earned it."

Bulkhead didn't usually need to be told twice, but he hesitated for just a nanoklik. "Doesn't really seem fair..."

Ironhide vented with a hard, derisive sound. "Perk an' privilege of bein' ranked. All of th' slag, none of th' fun. Go on - Ah got extra monitor shifts t' make up, anyways. Get out of here. That's an order."

Twice was making sure the orders were clear, three times was asking for trouble. Bulkhead pressed gratitude through Ironhide's field with a quick brush, then walked-and-did-NOT-skip over to join the cluster of 'bots around League, draping himself over both Blue and Bee. "Now THIS is what I call the best plan ever!"

Bee chirped happily, laughter leaping up in blurts and blurrs of noise from his busted vocalizer, making a strange happy static of his amusement as he staggered with exaggerated drama under Bulkhead’s grasp. All at once, the blurry haze of the Decepticon threat was burning away in the happy blur of celebratory EMF and drunken undertones in fellow Cybertronian engines. The anxious effluvium crackling around his spark seemed to lessen a bit and he looked hopefully to Bluestreak, eager to see if all the cheer was having the same uplifting effect on his friend.

‘Best plan! Agreed!’ he whirred, play punching Bulkhead in his sizable ribstruts before ducking his arm and rushing over to nab a cube of high-grade and hop up to take a seat next to Velocity, whom he still did not know as well as he would have liked. It bothered him, on some level, not knowing his teammates. He hardly knew League at all though the big bot had been with them for a while now; Optimus had him on energon scouting duty so often he hardly ever saw the miner. Looking at his injuries now… Bee wished for better circumstances… but high-grade and celebration were pretty good circumstances considering.

He held up a cube in a toast, looking around eagerly. ‘To kicking Con tailpipe because we rock!’

The good mood was infectious and Bluestreak could feel the tension melt away in the mass of welcoming fields. Making hirself comfortable between Bumblebee and Bulkhead before taking one of the many cubes and drinking deep. Not chugging like League but drinking more than ou usually would.

It only took a little while for hir to feel the effects of the charge and leaning agianst the yellow shout as ou began to get tipsy.

"Wooo Primus League! This stuff is strong! Tastes better than the stuff from the still Bulkhead and 'hide built!"

Back in medical bay Ratchet could only try and roll his optics at the party. He hoped it would not reach the levels of noise to be a real issue.

Ratchet was again cleaning and getting med-bay ready for the next problem. The ones in his care were in recharge or had been discharged. A joy for Ratchet to get a mech out of his mesh but then the trouble was the mech came back, and in worst shape it seemed half the time. At least for now it was easy enough to get the place looking better then he would be able to get his projects farther along.