Rodimus Prime puffs up. "I can keep up with more than you give me credit 
for."
Kup smirks. "Talk is cheap, lad."
You say, "So's energon."
Tower glances back and forth, almost noticing their ever-growing egos as 
Kup and Rodimus continue to egg each other on.
Kup pauses for a moment. "'You challenging me, lad? Youth, versus 
experience?"
Rodimus Prime considers quickly, wavering for a moment on the wisdom of 
this one, then glances around at all the people who've already heard him 
bragging and swallows his better judgement. "Yeah."
Firestar snickers at Rodimus.
Rodimus Prime shoots a look at Firestar. "What?"
Firestar says, "Drinking your life away at such a young age."
You say, "Well, you wanted in on it, too."
Firestar says, "Yes, but I don't have to be carded."
Rodimus Prime bristles. "I don't have to be "carded," either."
Rodimus Prime blinks at his radio and pushes himself away from the table 
suddenly. "I'll be RIGHT back."

<ensuing totally non-related radio stuff cut out>

Rodimus Prime jaunts back in, dusting off his hands. "Okay, where were 
we..?"
Firestar says, "Carding you."
Rodimus Prime growls. "I do not need to be carded."
Firestar says, "Sure we do.."
Firestar mutters to Rodimus Prime, "So.. you... got everything 
worked..."
Firestar whispers "So.. you and Arcee got everything worked out?"
Rodimus Prime blinks at the sudden change of topic and grins a bit 
stupidly. "Yeah."
Rodimus Prime moves across to the bar and retrieves a suitably high-
octane mix, thumping the glasses down on the table. "Okay, so whenever 
Kup gets his nerve back.."
Rodimus Prime smirks.
Firestar grins, and looks at the glass, "What a brave, brave leader you 
were, Rodimus."
Kup growls. "Nerve? I never lost it, lad." He then reaches forward for 
the fuel, pouring himself a glass and looking it over for a moment. His 
optics raise to look at Rodimus, and he says, "Do you REALLY want to 
embarass youself like this?"
Rodimus Prime shoots a look at Firestar? "Were?" He picks up his glass 
defiantly and grins at Kup. "Yes."
Transmission from Eyespy: Of course you know what it will do for moral 
if you lose.
Eyespy transmits a message via radio.
Rodimus Prime pointedly ignores his radio. "You in, Firestar? Or are you 
keeping score?"
Kup nods slowly. "Alright, lad. Here we go." With that, he raises the 
glass to his lips, taking in the liquid in one fell swoop.
Firestar grins, "I can do both."
You say, "Go ahead and try, then, Firestar..."
Rodimus Prime tosses his drink back and thumps the glass back down on 
the table, grimacing at the taste.
Kup sets the glass back on the table, smacking his lips. Wiping the 
excess from his mouth, he says, "Not THAT bad..."
Firestar takes the glass and grins. "Cheers, boys." She tips it back and 
sucks it down smoothly. "Eyespy, take a tab score."
Eyespy sighs and moves to a secure corner
Rodimus Prime decides it might be a good idea to sit down and thumps 
back down in his chair with an expression of distaste. "I don't see how 
anyone could think that's better than the pure stuff..."
Kup leans forward, filling each of the three glasses in turn. Taking his 
own in turn, he says, "Ready?" to all involved.
Kup looks over to Rodimus. "Not better lad, just... different. A change 
of pace."
Rodimus Prime lifts his glass confidently. "Of course."
Firestar grins, spinning the glass around in her hands, "Always."
Kup raises his glass, bringing it to lips and consuming it's contents 
easily, with a satisfied slurp.
You say, "Feel free to back out anytime, old-timer."
Rodimus Prime tosses his drink back in similar fashion to the first, 
making an effort to conceal his distaste.
Kup sets his glass back down, appearantly not hearing Rod's words, or 
just not aknowledging them. He looks over Rodimus, noting his distates. 
"Something wrong, lad?" he inquires.
Firestar slams back the glass, and immediatley grabs a chocolate icee 
chaser, sending it tumbling down the back of her throat.
You say, "Yeah, the *taste*."
Kup watches Firestar's reaction, which brings a faint scowl to his face. 
His optics dart back to Rodimus. "You just let me know when your 
finished, then..."
Rodimus Prime turns his glass upside-down. "I am finished." He snickers 
at Firestar. "What's wrong, can't take it?"
Firestar smirks, "Not that at all. Can't get enough."
Kup frowns faintly. "Your done?" he asks, in confusion. "That it?" He 
seems faintly disappointed.
Firestar smirks, "Nowhere near done, Kup."
Rodimus Prime grimaces. "Not with the game, Kup.. I can take whatever 
you can."
Firestar rests the glass down, and refills them all. "Boys, up for 
putting a little wager on this?"
Rodimus Prime toys with his glass. "Such as?"
Kup nods. "Alright, then." With that, he snatches up his glass, looking 
over it for a moment. He looks to Rod, nodding in agreement.
Firestar says, "Well. We're all rankers around here. Hmm, not much on 
wagering, how about whoever looses has to take up the slack of the 
winner's duty for a week?"
Rodimus Prime hmms. "I don't know how the Autobots would take you 
leading them for a week, Firestar.."
Eyespy finishes drawing up a table and marking scores.
Firestar says, "That mean you conceding already, Rod?"
Kup chuckles softly at Rodimus' response.
You say, "No, I'm saying I'd win, and you'd have to take up my slack 
while I ran off to Monacus."
Firestar chuckles. "Sounds like a plan. How about you in repair bay."
You say, "Frightening, not that it'd happen."
Whiz enters from the Reception Room to the east.
Whiz comes in looking for her sister and brightens.
You say, "Maybe we should aim for something else, here..."
Kup scratches his chin for a moment. "What would /I/ been doing, then?"
Firestar tips the glass back and downs it, "Let's find out, then."
Kup shrugs, and follows Firestar's lead, downing his own glass. He 
settles it back on the table, a rasp emitting from him as the fuel seems 
to be getting to him, if only a little.
Whiz looks around. "Wow, it's been forever since I've been in here... 
what are you doing?"
Rodimus Prime hmphs and gulps his drink down quickly to keep up. He 
sputters slightly, "Hey, c'mon, we should get this wager thing settled 
before you get too lost to handle it."
Firestar handles her drink easily, as if she had been doing this for a 
while, "Ok.. you make the wager, I'll up the antie." She searches around 
her compartments and brings up the last of a find in the ruins of 
Agorahex, "Vintage, boys. At least 5 million years old. Saving it for a 
special occasion."
Kup looks up at Whiz. "Having a contest, lass." he states. His optics 
slowly move between Firestar and Rodimus. "Yeah. Let's settle the wager 
NOW."
Whiz rolls her optics in a peculiarly human gesture. "Are you all having 
a *drinking* contest?"
Whiz says, "and they call me irresponsible."
You say, "I thought energon went bad after a few years, not better..."
Kup squints for a moment, moving closer to look at the relic. "More like 
6..." he mutters.
You say, "Hey, we're off-duty, Whiz. Deal with it."
Eyespy sighs to wiz, he's already tried to reasn with them.
Whiz folds her arms and leans into the wall with a grin. "This should be 
fun to watch.
Firestar grins wryly at Rodimus, "So much the better."
Rodimus Prime snickers, "Whiz, help us come up with a wager."
Whiz says, "Sure, want me to hold on to the credits?"
You say, "Oh, credits are so mundane..."
Whiz snickers. "Then watch you all fall down until you can't chase 
me..."
Kup frowns. "There has to be something better than CREDITS."
Firestar says, "We need something more.. interesting.."
Whiz shakes her head and puts up her hands. "No way, Firestar, you're 
not going to use me again."
Whiz says, "I still remember doing repairs for that one bartender's 
server-bots for a month."
You say, "Well, rank's no fun..."
Firestar ohs, and grins, "That's right! Ok.. my wager.." She grins 
wryly, "Whiz will work for you for a week.."
You say, "Yeah!"
Whiz stamps her foot. "You're not listening, are you?"
You say, "Whoever wins, Whiz'll be their slave."
Firestar says, "Bah, you've done it before."
Whiz says, "Hey!"
Whiz says, "Don't I get any say in this?"
Kup laughs, rather loudly in fact, at that suggestion.
Whiz grouches, "This just got less fun."
Firestar slurs out a "No." She looks back at the group, "Now pop the top 
and let's start cranking."
Rodimus Prime freezes.
You say, "Primus... did Kup just... laugh?"
Whiz heroically attempts to maintain her angry facade.
Kup looks down at his glass, then back up at Rodimus, then back down at 
the glass again...
Rodimus Prime gets hung up on a brief fit of giggling, finding that 
hilariously funny for some reason.
Whiz ponders taking part to win her freedom, then shakes her head.
Kup stares, quite curiously, perhaps even dumbfoundedly, at his drink.
Rodimus Prime snaps his fingers a few times, loosely. "C'mon, c'mon, 
Firestar..."
Whiz groans. "Don't remind me. Don't even go there."
Whiz says, "though you guys already look like you're halfway under the 
table. I might even make it."
Firestar sures, and pours the drinks, spilling a little, "Oh, you guys 
should of seen lil Whizzy slurp.."
You say, "Oh, I am not. I'm fine."
Eyespy says, "first person to offer me as a slave gets ten drinks 
deducted."
Whiz looks daggers at Firestar. "That's enough of that story."
Whiz says, "Besides, it was *your* fault for putting me up as stakes 
anyway."
Rodimus Prime shuts up a moment, realizing there's another conversation 
going on here. "Hey, whoa, wait a minute, I want to hear this.."
Kup snickers, smirks, and snorts all at the same time, at Eyespy's 
comment. As a result, his body practically goes into a spasm, sloshing a 
bit of his drink on his hand.
Firestar smirks, "Well.. we had to get out.. of that bar somehow, no? 
Damn droid patrol.."
Whiz says, "Well, that's easy for you to say. You managed to stagger out 
of there on your own power."
One of the distinctly amused bystanders offers helpfully, "I don't know 
if you guys NEED a wager... I think the whole honor thing might be 
enough..." Someone else chimes in behind him, "Yeah, we're all here 
watching you guys, right?"
Kup looks down at his drink, speaking loudly to everyone, "Well?! We 
drinking, or not?"
Whiz says, "And I woke up with a pain in my head and a contract that I 
*distinctly* don't remember signing.""
Firestar points her drink at Whiz, "C'mon, join in.."
Someone snickers. "Go, Kup! Put that punk in his place!"
Firestar grins, "Hey, that was almost as much fun as getting you up on 
that stage to sing.."
Rodimus Prime blinks and makes a good-naturedly snide face at whoever 
said that.
Whiz's arms abruptly straighten out at her sides as her eyes widen. 
"Firestar, you *promised*!"
Firestar grins at Rodimus and Kup, "She has a great singing voice."
Kup growls, shaking his head. Taking his drink, he chugs it down once 
again. Slamming it down, he wipes the excess off with the back of his 
hand. "Drink!" he says.
You say, "Sing something, Whiz!"
Firestar quickly slams back her drink.
Whiz grrs, "That's it. You're already halfway down, I can at least stay 
in this as long as you. I have to at least try to get myself out of this 
stupid bet."
Rodimus Prime snickers and turns back to his glass, mildly surprised to 
find it empty. "Hey, c'mon, Firestar, some for everyone, right?"
Whiz parks her aft next to Firestar indignantly.
Firestar ohs yahs. "Well, exxcuse me. Have to fill up the little sister 
too, you know." She fills up the two extra glasses, "Now play catchup."
Whiz looks a little nervously at the glasses. "Nobody said anything 
about what I had to actually *drink*..."
Whiz attempts to weasel.
Firestar says, "Drink up, Whizzie. Or I start singing."
Rodimus Prime inhales his drink and slams the glass back down on the 
table with a grimace. After a moment, his expression eases again.
Whiz puts a hand over her audials, which are still a bit sensitive. 
"Pleas... no."
Kup reaches forward, mummbling something about a 'refill'. While 
attempting to grasp the bottle, he accidentally knocks over his glass, 
which in turn results in a flurry of grumbling, and cursing.
Rodimus Prime points and sniggers. "You okay there, Kup? Can't take it 
anymore?"
Whiz decides to get things over with and throws back the glass like a 
shot.
Whiz promptly doubles over coughing and spluttering.
Firestar HEYS! "I know that one.. no spitting out the energon under the 
table!"
Rodimus Prime grins smugly at Whiz. "Hey, if I can take it, so can 
you.."
Whiz winces, "I'm not doing this on purpose... what *is* that stuff?"
Rodimus Prime pauses and realizes that didn't, in fact, make much sense.
Kup growls at Rodimus, mummbling some more about 'the... young punk...' 
Finally, he shakes his head defiantly. "No! I'm fiiine." he says.
Firestar says, "Some stuff I recovered from a dig site, Whizzie."
Rodimus Prime exclaims, "This stuff is nasty, Firestar!"
Eyespy watches the sceen with growing horror
Whiz shakes her head slightly. "Goes to work fast, too. No wonder you've 
all gone goofy."
Firestar says, "Nasty? Nawww.. smmmooth."
You say, "Hey, c'mon, I've had at least shix.. SIX already..."
Whiz asks indignantly, "Compared to *what*?"
Firestar uhs. "Compared to that watered down shlagh in the bar.."
Scattershot enters from the Reception Room to the east.
You say, "Can't you find something that *tastes* good?"
Scattershot says, "Heard some noise from outside."
Scattershot says, "Din't think anyone *used* this room."
Whiz says, "Who has time to taste it when your throat is burning off?"
Rodimus Prime muses loudly to himself, "MY throat isn't burning off."
Scattershot says, "Well dat's good t'hear."
Whiz looks up at Scattershot. "Leave while you still can, Scattershot."
Kup snorts. "Six?! Bah! More like two had you, err... you had two..." He 
shakes his head, as if trying to clear his mind.
Firestar says, "Well.. you pick the drink, Rodimoush."
Scattershot says, "Why? You goin' on a killin' spree in five minutes?"
Whiz says, "Before they drag you down into their twisted little game 
with them. Like me.""
The loudly boisterous crowd in the lounge welcomes Scattershot, offering 
odds on the four at the table.
Scattershot says, "Game?"
You say, "Pick what? I don't drink, I don't know what any a' this stuff 
is..."
Whiz looks at the small glass in front of her rather doubtfully.
Scattershot says, "What kinda game?"
Firestar says, "Whizzie.. what was that gunk we had in the bar that 
night?"
Rodimus Prime proclaims loudly, "Showing Kup who can take more."
Whiz says a bit irritatedly, "They're having a drinking game, and I 
somehow ended up the prize."
Scattershot snorts.
Whiz says, "And then I somehow ended up in the game too, go figure 
that."
Firestar fills up the glasses with the remainer of the energon, and 
grabs her glass, "Oh.. shussh and Drink!"
Scattershot says, "Well, s'pose I'm too late to play, but I'll have what 
ev'ryone else's havin'."
Rodimus Prime elbows Whiz. "No one forced you to hop in.."
Whiz nudges Firestar with an elbow, hard. "Would you quit talking about 
that night?"
Scattershot says, "never was much for games anyhow."
Firestar slams back her glass, chair tipping back dangerously as she 
comes back forward.
Kup snorts yet again. "Bah. Your showing me you can't hold your fuel, 
boy!" Kup is in one of those modes where everything a person says, is at 
a yell. The organics call it being 'drunk', I believe. However, he isn't 
THAT bad. At least, not yet.
Whiz says, "What was I supposed to do, ist here and watch you compete 
for me without even *trying* to defend myself."
Rodimus Prime finds his glass full again with some surprise and tosses 
it back. "I can hold anything YOU can!"
Kup snarls faintly. "Oh yeah?!" he mummbles. In defiance, he snatches up 
his glass, downing most all of it. That which didn't get splattered on 
his face, of course.
Whiz lifts the glass doubtfully, groans slightly, and then tips it back 
into her mouth.
Whiz bleahs!
Rodimus Prime smirks. "Oh, that's REAL impressive, Kup.."
Rodimus Prime mumbles, "It'sh not THAT bad..."
Whiz points at Firestar, looking just the tiniest bit vague. "You won't 
get much use out of me as a slave if I get poisoned with this stuff 
first."
Scattershot pours himself a little and drinks it rather quickly, but 
makes a face afterward.
Kup looks to Rod. "You think so?" he mutters. With that, he quickly 
takes his glass, fills it, and guzzles it's contents.
Firestar says, "Dat.. my dear Whizzie, whush the last of it.. new 
shtuff."
Whiz puts a hand to her forehead. "Head rush..."
Rodimus Prime giggles. "Well, it doesn't taste much better than 
poison.."
You say, "Hey, no fair!" He scrambles for the bottle and finds it empty. 
"Gotta give us a chance to keep up!"
Scattershot says, "Slag...dis is some BAD stuff. Anything else 'round?"
Kup waves a hand to whoever isn't drinking, in general. "Get something 
else! Quick!"
Scattershot receives a radio transmission.
One of the troops runs to the bar and returns with a bottle of the 
ultra-refined. "Here, this oughtta do you, sir..."
Whiz puts a finger up in the air suddenly. "'Septic cons!"
Scattershot says, "Sprock."
Scattershot says, "Looks like it's party time. Anyone else comin'?"
Scattershot checks his gun to make sure it's loaded, and his sword to 
make sure it's charged.
Rodimus Prime holds up his hand for the bottle and snatches it quickly, 
sloshing out more drinks.
Whiz says, "Gotta heal the wounded 'r something."
Eyespy collapse from the fumes
Scattershot says, "guess none o'you're in any shape to go."
Scattershot says, "I'll bring back a head."
Kup shoves his glass under the fountain cascading from the bottle, 
filling it quickly.
Whiz protests, "I only had two!"
Whiz says, "Can do repairs with my head tied behind my back."
Rodimus Prime mumbles, "Decepticons... where?" He looks around the room 
accusingly.
Scattershot leaves to the Reception Room to the east.
Transmission from Slag: Cepticon at Space place, lots of Cepticons, 
Predacons der dey make biiiig messs soon.
Kup starts to take a drink from his glass, but at the mention of 'cons 
he bursts out, "Decepticons?! No... way." Unfortunately, this causes his 
drink to froth out from his mouth, and dribble down his chin.
Rodimus Prime blinks owlishly at his radio and starts to get up. 
"That'sh it.. I'm sick'a' Razorclaw..."
Whiz looks at Rodimus and sniggers. "Yeah, go knock them over with your 
breath."
Kup frowns at Rodimus. "Where you going, lad?"
Firestar looks at her glass and murmurs, "Let's bix up the drinks.." She 
looks over at Rodimus, "That kitty giving ya more troublshes?"
Rodimus Prime frowns. "But I gotta help..."
Whiz says, "Razorclaw's lazy or something. Didn't even knock me off the 
cliff last night."
Kup starts to get up, upon wobbling legs. "I'm comin' with ya'!" he 
slurrs.
Transmission from Slag: Cepticons become BIG now.
Whiz announces, "Then I win! You two forfeit."

<I lagged out and missed a couple poses>

Whiz puts her hands against Firestar's side and pushes her.
Kup jabs at Rodimus. "Well? We going?"
Whiz succeeds in grasping Firestar, throwing her off-balance.
Whiz says, "Hah! You're on the floor, I win!""
Firestar swerves and starts to fall, startedly reaching to grab Whiz's 
arm.
Firestar misses Whiz with her grasp attack.
Kup leans close to Rodimus, whispering to him.
Whiz sways as Firestar's hands scrabble along her arm, but manages to 
keep her seat.
Firestar gahs and falls flat to the ground. She lays there for a long 
moment, then starts giggling loudly.,
Rodimus Prime leans heavily on the table. "I'm not down..."
Kup mutters to Rodimus Prime, "... hicup... go... out..."
Kup whispers "Did we hicup need to go check someting out... err, 
shomethin' like that?"
Whiz points at Rodimus accusingly. "You go save th' spaceport, tyrant. 
Lemme win."
Rodimus Prime mutters to Kup, "Yeah,..."
You whisper "Yeah, Predacons or something..." to Kup.
Kup blinks, and nods slowly. "Letz gocheckit out, then..."
Firestar grabs the table after a couple of attempts and starts to pull 
herself up.
Kup's words seem to be getting slurred, just a bit.
Whiz sees Firestar trying to climb back up and pushes down on her head, 
like ducking someone in a pool.
Whiz succeeds in grasping Firestar, throwing her off-balance.
Kup mutters to Rodimus Prime, "... Predaking... doing sumptin'... 
Memorial..."
Kup whispers "Slag says Predaking is doing sumptin' at Memorial..."
Firestar heys! And goes back down again as she scrambles to grab a hold 
of Whiz to pull her down.
Firestar misses Whiz with her grasp attack.
Rodimus Prime groans and sinks back down into his chair. "I can't fight 
Predaking like this..."
Whiz manages to shy away from Firestar, but overcompensates in the 
process and slides off of the other side of her chair.
Kup tries to tug Rodimus' greater girth out of the chair. "C'mon..." he 
says, "We can burn this off on the way there..."
Whiz yelps as she goes down on the ground and demands, "Who moved my 
chair?"
Kup doesn't look like he's in any condition to be fighting himself, 
however.
Rodimus Prime mumbles, "S'not just... extra... there was stuff.. added 
to this..."
Whiz throws one arm, then the other over her chair and drags herself 
back up into the seat. "Someone moved my chair."
Firestar pulls herself up halfway, wracked with giggles as she looks at 
the others.
Kup leans down, and begins to lightly, well not TOO lightly, smack Rod's 
cheeks. "C'mon, kid... wake up. Lezgo.... we gotta go..."
Rodimus Prime ows and bats vaguely at Kup. "We'd do more harm th'n 
good."
Whiz snickers. "You'd get trounced. B'sides, you're off duty? 'Member?"
Rodimus Prime scowls. "Never off-duty... this was ssstupid.."
Kup groans, sliding over and practically falling into the chair beside 
Rodimus, writhing absently.
Rodimus Prime pokes Kup. "See, I make more sense th'n YOU."
Whiz points an accusing finger somewhere near Rodimus. "You *told* me 
you were off-duty."
Firestar snickers, falling back onto the floor.
Rodimus Prime slams his fist against the table miserably. "And this is 
why--" he chokes and catches his breath quickly, "I shouldn't ever go 
off duty..."
Whiz breaks up in giggles. "You're still the same kinda slacker..."
Kup looks to Rodimus, and a slow grow forms in his throat. "That's it." 
he says. "I'm going to shtraighten it out..." He pauses for a moment, 
"I'm in better, *hicup* shape than you are, lad." With that, he slowly 
rises. He seems determined to do something, this time.
Kup snorts, looking about the room. "Somebody slap me." He pauses for a 
moment. "Just ONE perh... person."
Whiz says, "you got a billion troops for a reason."
Whiz waves a hand vaguely. "Let them fight for once. You're 'laxing."
Kup snorts, mummbling something about him doing it himself.
Rodimus Prime shoves Kup lightly in the lower back with one foot. "You 
are NOT."
Kup slaps himself upside the face, blinking visibly as the pain startles 
him. That is, until he practically sent sprawling by Rodimus's foot, 
even though he didn't push very hard. Catching himself against the wall, 
he says, "I HAVE to go. Razorshlaw looked me out fer' a reason, and I'm 
gonna straighn' tings out!" He is almost dillusional, as you can tell.
Whiz says, "Naaah, he just got beat by you, Kup."
You say, "Kup, he... looks everyone out."
Whiz says, "He told me so last night.... oops" Whiz slaps her hands over 
her mouth.
Kup groans, as his legs, unable to support him, give out and he slides 
down against the wall. "Bah..." he mummbles.
Kup blinks for a moment, his optics slowly rising to look at Whiz. "What 
didja say?"
Whiz proclaims, "I said nothing! You can't make me talk!"
Rodimus Prime shrugs. "So, shhe talked to Razorclaw. I talk to 
Razorrclaw alla time."
Kup looks to Rodimus, his optics squinting as he inquires, "What did 
shay see?"
Kup nods. "Ahh... I shee... just checkin'."
Krystal Bryant enters from the Reception Room to the east.
Whiz, in her relief, picks up the glass in front of her and drains it 
before she realizes what it was.
Whiz GACKs as she puts a hand to her head.
Kup's optics flicker, and his head slumps to his chest. He's out for a 
while, it seems.
Whiz points at the passed-out Kup and laughs and laughs and laughs.
Whiz slams the empty glass back down on the table and announces again, 
"I win!"
Rodimus Prime pffts. "Yeah, right."
Whiz wavers in her chair, looking squintily at Rodimus. "You're doomed, 
tyrant."
Rodimus Prime snorts. "I've had TWICE as much as YOU.."
Whiz mumbles, "Don't matter. I'll be sitting up when you're on the 
ground. Dat's all that counts."
You say, "Not.. slagging.. likely..."
Whiz grrs at Rodimus, then starts giggling for what really appears to be 
no reason.
Krystal Bryant pokes her head into the doorway. "Um, hello?"
The rather boisterous crowd surrounding the two remaining contest 
particimpants is crowded in front of the doorway, but a few of the bots 
recognize Krystal and allow her through.
Krystal Bryant blinks widely at the massive crowd, curiously squeezing 
admidst their ramblings and raucous laughter to see what the commotion 
is about.
Whiz sits rather unsteadily in her chair, with Firestar out cold under 
the chair next to her, and Kup slumped over in the chair across from 
her.
Rodimus Prime hrumphs loudly to himself, rather plainly not happy.
Whiz says stridently, "Ain't no *way* I'm gonna end up your slave for a 
week."
A voice comes from one of the spectators in the crowd, "Get her to 
sing!"
Rodimus Prime mmphs. "I don't care about any stupid bet..."
Whiz waves a vague fist at the crowd. "I'm not singing!"
@pemit *krys=\[complete mortification, dulled by serious 
overenergization]
Rodimus Prime mumbles, "I can't believe I let myself do this..."
Whiz looks at him blankly. "*You* can't believe it?"
Rodimus Prime snaps, "No! I should be out there helping and instead I'm 
sitting in here on my aft doing NOTHING, because I had to go and do 
something STUPID like this.."
Whiz mumbles, "Deserve time to yourself too. Have fun. Be young. Plenty 
of people can take care of fighting."
Whiz announces, "Mental health day!" as if it explains everything.
You say, "Dammit, Whiz, it's my JOB..."
Whiz demands, "Do you have to do your job all the time? You'll burn out. 
Haven't seen you laugh like this in long long time."
Rodimus Prime pauses and corrects himself. "No. My life. I'm the leader. 
I'm not supposed to DO stuff like that.."
Krystal Bryant swallows, quietly observing with folded arms, her eyes 
flicking from Rod, to Whiz, to Rod. "Why not? Edward and I did. Didn't 
hurt a thing." she says with a quirkish smile.
Whiz oos and slams her hands down on the table. "Krystal!"
Krystal Bryant nearly jumps out of her boots at the unexpected noise. 
"Whiz!" she utters back, trying real hard not to laugh.
Whiz attempts to get our of her chair and falls back again. "Who moved 
the table?"
Krystal Bryant grins at her femme friend. "Maybe you oughtta just keep 
to the chair, Whiz. The table will take care of itself."
Whiz scratches her head. "Air?"
[From Krystal:] Not even going to try to send a coherant message 
through, though she notes, even if not quite what they intended, it's 
good to see Rod relaxes.
Whiz ohs! "Chair! Somebody moved that too. Before. Bet it was the same 
person."
Rodimus Prime repeats loudly, "She said CHAIR, you... bleah."
Whiz points to the air just beside Rodimus' head. "Don't start with me, 
flamebrain."
Whiz squints and moves her hand to point in the right place. "Quit 
movin' around like that."
Rodimus Prime scowls. "Oh, just shut up. I'm not in the mood."
Krystal Bryant blinks, frowning slightly at Rodimus.
Whiz says, "eeennnh, you're bein' mean. Krystal will be my friend. 
Won't'cha?""
Krystal Bryant reaches up to pat Whiz. "'Course."
Rodimus Prime leans forward and folds his arms on the table, burying his 
face.
Whiz puts her fists up in the air. "He's down! I win! I'm free!"
Grumbles go through the crowd as all the people who thought that Whiz 
couldn't *possibly* win start to hand over credits.
Rodimus Prime looks up. "I am *not*."
Scattershot enters from the Reception Room to the east.
Krystal Bryant suppresses a grin. "Oh."
Whiz decides to try the same tactics she used on Firestar.
Whiz succeeds in grasping Rodimus Prime, throwing him off-balance.
Scattershot says, "You're all STILL in 'ere?"
Whiz suddenly puts her hands on Rodimus' shoulders and shoves.
Whiz wobbles in her chair from the recoil, her arms waving frantically 
in the air to keep her balance, but she manages to stay afloat.
Scattershot says, "Hun-Grrr freakin' ran away."
Rodimus Prime uhffs, instinctively throwing one leg back to keep his 
balance -- sort of -- "Get OFF me!" he snarls, very obviously in a not-
good mood.
Scattershot says, "Preds merged...donno what happened after that."
Scattershot pours himself a drink and downs it quickly.
Whiz points over toward Scattershot. "See? Ran away anyhoo. No need to 
mope."
Rodimus Prime growls, "That's not the POINT."
You say, "I should've BEEN there."
Scattershot says, "Predaking an' Lynx were goin' at it pretty good for a 
while."
Scattershot shrugs
Whiz rubs her optics, "Wah wah wah. World on my shoulders. Gotta have my 
fingers in everything."
Scattershot actually chuckles, which he isn't used to doing.
Krystal Bryant decides to take a step back to safety at Rodimus's 
violent turn of emotion.
Rodimus Prime snaps, "YOU try it sometime, why don't you?"
Scattershot isn't really used to drinking, either.
Whiz snatches a glass and tosses it back without thinking. "Boo hoo hoo. 
Depend on you too much. Don't depend on you enough. Wah wah wah. Done 
nothing but complain since you got this stupid job.
Scattershot says, "You mean he din't do it before?"
Scattershot looks incredulous.
Krystal Bryant clears her throat. "Whiz."
Whiz starts to waver as soon as she lifts her arm this time, so she puts 
it down quickly. "Use t'be fun. Race 'round Cybertron in shuttles. 
Drink. Wa'ever."
Scattershot shrugs.
Whiz says, "We useta HANG OUT."
Rodimus Prime grumbles, "I don't drink."
Scattershot looks to see if there's enough left for him to have a third 
glass.
Whiz says, "Hadda friend. Now gotta.. a... patient. Mental case."
Whiz half-sings, "insane in the membrane..."
Scattershot finds that there is, and has another. He's already starting 
to feel the effects.
Scattershot says, "Pfft. Fun."
Scattershot says, "Fun's jus' not doin' your job til it catches up with 
you."
Rodimus Prime fumes, pushing himself to his feet with the aid of the 
table.
Scattershot has obviously not had any in a good long while.
Whiz says, "You sayin' I don' do my job?"
Scattershot says, "Not when yer out havin' fun."
Scattershot says, "Guess you do it when it counts."
Scattershot says, "Still a waste o'time though."
Whiz says, "Fix yer aft, fix his aft, fix everyone's aft. Put everyone's 
aft on a conveyor an' jus' wheel it right past.""
Rodimus Prime mumbles, "Big waste of time... can't believe this..."
Whiz announces, "Mind's a terrrrr'ble thing to waste.
Scattershot says, "EVERYTHIN's a waste o'time."
Scattershot has a fourth, and now has to sit down.
Scattershot says, "No point left."
Whiz says, "Lose mind, no point. Fun like, like, dunno. Exercise. Keep 
brain healthy."
Firestar stirs slightly as Scattershot flops in the chair above her, but 
doesn't recover.
Sky Lynx enters from the Reception Room to the east.
Scattershot says, "Fight an' fight an' fight an' fight an' never kill 
nobody an' just watch 'em get back up an' kill us instead."
Scattershot says, "Whack Hun-Grrr an' 'e comes back...no point."
Whiz is slumped a bit blearily in her chair, a mostly empty bottle of 
some kind of high grade energon in front of her. Firestar is under the 
chair beside her, and Scattershot is sitting in it now. Rodimus is on 
her other side, and Kup is currently slumped in the chair across the 
table.
Rodimus Prime weaves slightly in place. "This is stupid. I'm going back 
to my quarters and work this off. And if I EVER THINK of doing this 
again, just shoot me." He sounds like he means it.
Scattershot says, "Cut off two heads an' four more shickin' grow back or 
something"
The crowd has dispersed away from the table now that the four or five 
contest participants have stopped being fun.
Whiz suddenly throws her arms around Rodimus' neck and wails.
You evade Whiz's attempt to grasp you.
Scattershot looks up. "Cool...but if it happens I get t'lead?"
Scattershot actually doesn't say "brutal"
Whiz says, "I'm sorry! Didn't mean it!""
Rodimus Prime stumbles backward and lets Whiz slide down his front to 
the floor, not bothering to try and catch her.
Whiz realizes as she grasps empty air that she was seeing two Rodimuses 
to begin with.
Scattershot stands, with some effort, and attempts to make the jukebox 
play "Anarchy in the UK"
Sky Lynx peaks inside and looks around, the smell of burnt metal follows 
him in, he decides not to disturb anyone and pulls his head out.
Sky Lynx leaves to the Reception Room to the east.
Whiz says, "Nah! I wanna be your friend! Yer fun! I swear!"
A sappy, irritating Celine Dion ballad pipes into the room as 
Scattershot pushes the wrong button.
Whiz starts to push herself up from the floor unsteadily.
Rodimus Prime makes a disgusted noise in his throat and stalks out.
Whiz grumbles, "Dammit, his stupid idea."
Rodimus Prime slams the back of his fist into the doorframe at that, 
furiously.