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(open rp) Overcharge
Breakdown stumbled a bit, trying his best to stay upright in his overcharged state. He tried to carefully step over some discarded equipment, tripping and falling straight on his arf with a loud thunk. This only made the drunken bruise burst into yet another fit of giggles.
((Come talk to me!))
((So its been a while since I've been on here, but im on here. I just got back from a Christmas party and had a blast. Lets say for the night Breakdown is wasted, come talk to drunk breakdown! Do it guys! It'll be fun! Send me asks or starter requests~))
"Long time no see."
Hey buddy, you feelin' alright?
*Grumbling hung over mech*
He’s been better.
Pats the medic's back. "Why don't yah take it easy today, huh?"
OPPAI
and then theres this one that i thought fit alright
i bet decepticon parties are as crazy as LL or wrecker parties
I can’t even handle Breakdown’s frantic midair flailing, much less the fact that he bounces before swiping Knock Out’s feet out from under him.
And speaking of Knock Out…
can we appreciate for a moment how consistently these guys suck as a fighting duo?, i hope they never become even mildly coordinated in combat, humor
He set the medic down back onto the berth, trying to hold in a chuckle at the face he was making. "Don't be like that, Kn-" His concerns were interrupted by the sudden outburst of laughter. "Pssh, yes...it was." The bruiser smiled down at the smaller beck before taking a seat on the side of the berth. "So, you have an alright time tonight?"
okay but what if the Lost Light landed on Treasure Planet but they didn’t know it was Treasure Planet so they were just like “well this is ugly and lame. let’s split.”
(With their luck, that's totally something that would happen to them. XD))
"What?" He sighed, glancing over at the bot screaming for his attention; watching the little trick made his snort a bit. Breakdown smirked as he watched his drunk partner seem so pleased with himself, rolling himself up the berth once more only to get his wheels stuck on the top. "Pffft! AH HAH HA, how? How?" The bruiser laughed, a real, good hardy laugh, it felt like it'd been forever since he'd really laughed like that. "Hah..oh, oh wow. Leave it to you to somehow get stuck laying down." He got out a few more chuckled before standing, coming over to lean over the racer lift him a bit to get the mounted wheels unstuck. "There, that better?"
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"Put me down! Wait…. don’t put me down…" Kinda liking the feeling of being carried for once. He marveled at the con’s strength….
Breakdown was not stranger to heavy lifting, but Bulk was a BIG bot, and an awkward shape at that. "You're, not supposed to enjoy this, yah know!" He grumbled through clenched teeth, joints struggling to keep the round mech lifted.
Somehow with all the stumbling and falling, and yelling and...dancing? Is that dancing? It was hard to tell. Well, somehow even with al that they'd made it to the medbay; it wasn’t really the place they aimed to go but he wasn’t about to prolong the process of dragging his drunken friend around. Breakdown sighed and helped the medic over to one of the berths "Works for me, just don't hurt yourself. " he glanced around the room, a smile pulling over his faceplate at the familiar medbay. "Looks just as always around here, maybe a bit cleaner then usual. " Pulling up a chair the bruiser sat down, rotating his shoulder joints in a smal stretch.
He watched the medic scream into the darkness, completely forgetting to turn the comm on before doing so. Wow, he really was like the Knockout he knew before, at least he got wasted the same anyway. You could probably replace him completely and he'd never notice the difference. Breakdown chuckled a bit at the sight, when he finally figured the comm out and got their bridge home up he came back over to the smaller mech "Good job, Doc. " He pat the other’s back as they walked through, careful enough to not risk scratching the cherry finish; Breakdown was big and didn't exactly know his own strength at times but always took care to be gentle about that sort of thing around his partner. (Or tried to anyway)
"We all do what we do for reasons, nobody's all bad...right?"
Breakdown watched as the trashed medic desperately tried to form complete sentences, only to somehow land straight on his aft, he had to bite his lip to keep in a chuckle at the display. No, this isn't funny!....ok, its a little funny, but you can't laugh right now. The bruiser sighed and helped the smaller bot up, putting an arm around his waist to keep him from toppling over again. The small crowd of Knockout's new little fans protested to the leave, that is till he shot a few glares their way. "I think you've had enough, buddy. Come on." He began walking the racer out the door and into the night air "Alright, where do you have your recharge stationed? Im taking you home." It was...weird, if this was Cybertron does that mean bots have their own places of residence again? Or was he stationed at a Decepticon base? Where ever it was he needed to get the medic there before he shutdown right then and there.
Breakdown unlike his partner had only managed to get in three large glasses of cheap stuff into his system, at first it was just because he didn't want to spend much but now he felt it his duty to keep sober enough to baby sit the slurring medic. He had grown pretty uncomfortable when other bots started moving in closer to them, some just casually helping themselves to sitting at their table or moving a chair closer to it. All for what? To be closer to cherry racer and buy him drinks, maybe just to get a chance to flirt around with him? Either way the bruiser was no fan of being around so many people OR the slurred stories being told about himself...or, his self from this world anyway. "I need some air." Breakdown stood up, a bot quickly taking his place in the booth. Was he really about to leave Knockout wasted with this crowd? No fraggin' way, he'd probably be kidnapped or something. "And YOU are coming with me." He grabbed the medic by the wrist to drag him out of the booth, much to the groupies protest.
