Ep 2 - One Prairie Outpost (Closed)
Jul 9, 2015 23:55:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 23:55:18 GMT -5
He stabbed a short talon towards the ration stock, turning to Buffalo Dump. "Nightlies are over there, if you want one. Should be at least a little chilled."
"Much obliged, sir," the mech grunted, a friendly flicker waving out through his field and towards Ghost's. It took a little bit to stand up, the mech grinting his dentae as his bad leg twitched, the healing knee making a very quiet grind. He had a small limp as he went and got a drink, popping open the cube and taking a great, big swig of the stuff. He gave a happy ex-vent as the fluid hit his systems, all nice-like in his tank as it sat and laid and began to process. He hadn't grown up with the best grades of Energon, so to him, this was good stuff. Good luck trying to get him drunk off of it, though!
"You ever have to watch a drunk so they don't do something everyone'll regret later? Either of you?"
"Ha! Did I ever!"
There was a new wave to B-Dump's field, perky and alive and waxing nostalgic. Glyphs of fondness-old memories-happy spun against Ghost's shortwave and Dart's non-existent, the mech grinning like a great big fool at the both of them. He hobbled back to his spot, sitting down with a whump as he stretched his sore leg out again.
Taking another swig, the wasteworker swallowed and said, "Every night, 'tween or after work, I went and got the poor gits in the Dead End out from their hidey-holes. Ya had drunks, Sykkers, people tryin' to drink rad fluid...good times. Used ta, used ta haul 'em from one bar t'the other, pickin' 'em up and stoppin' at Mech Delta's, gettin' fuel if they had the fuelin' feelin' from what they were doin'. Either had 'em in the hopper, or t'skid I used ta have. Festival season was crazy."