Part 3

[Sphinx]

(( Sorry, been busy, ya'll go nuts. I'll drop in with Warp or Sphinx.))

[Tracks]

It had been so long since Tracks had dropped by the oil house. He had been busy with his own troubles and simply was not in the mood to deal with the rabble. But tonight he decided the best way to numb the near constant irritation he felt now adays was through high grade.

He disarmed himself, turning to Road Rage, "You have to disarm before you enter. It's a rule..."

Road Rage gave her bother a nod before setting her weapons aside with his own, "Thanks for taking me out tonight Traxks, I could use some socialization..."

Tracks lead his sister over to a table, flagging down a waitress, "Alright Road Rage, he's the score. I'm going to cram an entire night's worth of drinking into the next ten minutes. Do NOT look at anyone or engage anyone in conversation."

"I take it back."

[Nightbird]

*The door slowly opens, and a single yellow optic is seen*
*scans the mostly empty bar....might as well have a tumbleweed blow through it*
*a foot, then leg, and you know who is through the door*
*quickly dropping every lazer katana, blaster, shiurken, and Needle off, Nighbird trots over to the bar, weary of every shadow and corner*
"Low grade, please."
*pays for it, and sneaks off into a corner where she can boserve the whole bar....waiting*

[Sunstreaker]

Sunstreaker entered, surprisingly not preceded or followed by Sideswipe. Disarming and chunking his weapons on the pile, he looked over the bar, before heading in the direction of the 'Vette siblings. Hopefully they weren't irritated at him for ditching them still.... Sliding into one of the empty seats uninvited, he greeted them with a disarming grin.

"Hey you two, don't see you in here too often... Finally decided to crawl out of your hole, Tracks?"

[Tracks]

Tracks had already received his first cube of high grade with a transmission fluid chaser. He ignored Sunstreaker as he plopped the shot into the cube, then proceeded to gulp down the contents as fast as he could manage.

Road Rage looked up at Sunstreaker from her cube of mid-grade. She offered up the most saccharine smile she could muster, "Oh HI Sunny, you're just in time to watch my brother consume his body weight in High Grade."

Tracks gave a shuddered as he tapped the cube, signalling for a refill, "I'm merely here to SELF MEDICATE as Nagi so tactfully describes it. As it turns out I'm out of the chemical means to make life tolerable so I came straight here."

[Sunstreaker]

"Really? Sounds exciting!" Sunstreaker nodded to the femme, somewhat matching the sicky-sweet tone with one of his own. "Are we taking bets on how soon he passes out cold, then?"

Watching, he shook his head at the speed with which Tracks was going about trying to get slagfaced. However, seeing the look on the other's faceplate he decided to do the prudent thing(for once) and not go out of his way to bug him. At least not until he'd gotten a few more in him and was too wasted to properly retaliate.

[Tracks]

"Self medication, hm? Is THAT what the alcoholics are calling it these days?"

"Don't start with me tonight Rage, I'm NOT in the mood to deal with you tonight." He gulped down the chaser, signalling for another.

"You haven't been in the mood to deal with me for the past three weaks."

Tracks waited for his next drink to arrive, "Hence why we're in a bar. Hopefully with fully charged circuits, I'll finally be able to look at you without feeling sick."

Road Rage folded her arms over her chest, narrowing her golden optics at her brother. He wanted to slag himself to oblivion FINE, LET HIM. Instead she turned to fully face Sunstreaker, "Please tell me that you and Sideswipe don't get this bad."

[Sunstreaker]

"Us? Naww.... I mean, we fight and all sometimes, but usually we get along pretty good. Actually, come to think it, I only ever get that bad when he's NOT around." Sunstreaker took advantage of the waitress Tracks had flagged down to order his own highgrade, before turning to address the blue mech.

"I can't believe you're being so selfish... I would've given anything to have Siders back, and now you're complaining your sister's here..." So much for not antagonizing him.

[Tracks]

Tracks plopped the shot glass into the cube, "You have NO room to talk Sunstreaker. You do not even know us."

Tracks gulped down the next cube, shuddering as the rapid consumption of high grade was beginning to charge his circuits, "You don't know who we are, where we came from, or what has happened to us..."

Road Rage reached over to put a hand on her brother's arm, "Tracks, calm down, it's not his fault. And I'll bet it DOES look pretty bad on the outside..."

[Sunstreaker]

"Woah, somebody's a snippy drunk. Anyway, I don't care what you two do... none of my business." He raised his hands placatingly, unwilling to continue the line of conversation until he'd downed some highgrade himself, "Not my fault you can't seem to get along with your own family. I guess we can't ALL be like me."

He sipped at his brew when it arrived, not ready to get completely wasted as Tracks seemed to be.