Where Has the Rum Gone?

[Pee-Dee-3]

The fact that Mixmaster is shorter than her just means Pee-Dee has to stand farther back in order to press her chest to his and gaze limpidly up at his optics. She can deal with that.

"I've heard you're quite the impressive chemist."

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Laying of bodyparts on Mixmaster done with player permission.

[Mixmaster]

Mixmaster tilts his head at the femme pressed against him.

"I am a chemist," he says with a hint of pride and a friendly grin, "but why would you care about th-that?"

[Pee-Dee-3]

Surely, everyone in the universe wants a woman pressed up against them. At least every male in the universe.

Teevee gives people strange ideas about the way the world works.

"It's just not a party without good booze, and I'd never want to serve all the guests something Perceptor has made up. But what can I do about the high-grade in a situation like this? I don't have anywhere near the resources..."

A hopeful look at the Constructicon. "But surely a chemist of your caliber could brew up something. Something to knock down inhibitions, loosen everyone a little, and make them feel good..."

Oh, sure, Mixmaster could poison them all, too. But better the Devil she didn't know than the one she did.

[Mixmaster]

"I could, I could," comes the happy reply and Mixmaster shifts a bit to stand a little straighter, "very easily, yes!" There's a momentary pause as he thinks.

"I would assume you'd want everything...un-enhanced?" The chemist says with a slight tone of disgust, smile wavering before returning at full force.

And if he could read minds, his argument to that last thought would probably be that a good poisoning might be the only thing capable of lowering some of the crowds'...inhibitions (though possibly not quite in the way it was meant...).

...And, in his opinion, this would be a perfectly valid excuse.

[Pee-Dee-3]

"Just something that doesn't make you hate the next day and doesn't kill you." Hey, if he wants to enhance it, knock himself out. She's not imbibing, which sucks, but she's had to gone teetotal since she landed in this hellhole.

Paranoia was such a useful survival trait. Even if Perceptor did have uses for her, she wouldn't put it past him to do some mind-altering just for kicks and giggles.

[Mixmaster]

Mixaster's optics dimmed briefly as he went over this.

"Easy," the Constructicon announced finally, grin widening. "Though I may not be the only one here playing with the refreshments, just so you know."

Because it's a Decepticon party and undoubtedly someone is going to do something and make something go boom, or add something just a tiny bit deadly to the easily accessible drinks...or both. Most likely both.

Mixmaster eases his hand around to pull a small cube of an energon-like substance from his subspace.

[Pee-Dee-3]

Pee-Dee gives him a dazzling smile and straightens up. "Oh, that won't be a problem."

For her.

"Just so long as there's some booze for people, and there's enough unplayed with ones that people've got an even chance, there won't be a problem."

[Mixmaster]

There's a snicker and a lazy stretch from Mixmaster as the femme straightens.

"Give it an hour and there w-won't be one. An even chance, that is. None at all."

He beams in response to the femme's smile and cups his little cube in his hands. "Won't it be interesting to see how much it'll change? From a sedative to a hallucinogen to a poison, don't you think so?"

Mixmaster looks down at his energon and frowns, tapping the edge of its cube lightly. "Give me a bit to get it all together, hmm?"

[Pee-Dee-3]

Pee-Dee steps up beside him, then lays her arm across the front of his shoulders, upper arm pressing into his neck. "Let me explain this again. This is a party. We want people to have fun. People besides us."

She's smiling as she talks, her tone still friendly. "Now, I bet you can do anything you well please with chemicals, and that's a talent that few enough people have. Bet it'd be awful hard to find one of your skill back home, much less out here in the boondocks. So if we can keep things nice and pleasant, and give people half a chance to go untouched, I'd owe you a favor."

And collecting on favors from Pee-Dee can be quite lucrative.

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Touching of Mixmaster done with player permission.

[Mixmaster]

Mixmaster whirrs his vocalizer and chuckles, leaning upwards a little to try and ease the pressure on his throat. "And who says I'll be the one changing it, little alternate?"

He fiddles with the cube he has in his hand, contemplating the necessary force it would take to bring about the explosion if the situation called for it.

"Th-there are other chemists wandering about here, yes?"

[Pee-Dee-3]

"Oh, there are." She loosens her arm some, more comfortable and less unpleasant. Boldly, she even reaches out to stroke his drum. "Like I said, if you can do this for me, I'll owe you a favor. And most of mine can tell you what a favor from me is worth."

She glances conspicuously at the red cannon now mounted on her arm.

[Mixmaster]

The hand touching his drum is watched closely for a moment before Mixmaster turns his attention back to the alternate.

"I can do this," he says simply, "but if things are out in the open th-then I'm afraid there's very little I could do to stop it."

There's a soft giggling sound, "in f-fact I would be surprised if the ordinary drinks haven't been spiked yet."

The glance she gives her...her? cannon causes him to flicker his optics a little. "Like I said, I have no objections to it."

[Pee-Dee-3]

"I wouldn't be surprised, either. I'd just like a few alternatives for my guests." Deciding that things are settled as it's going to get, she gives Mixmaster one last pat on his drum before stepping back.

"Do let me know when you want to collect, and we'll discuss what is and is not reasonable."

The smile she gives him is warm, but by no means can be considered sultry, flirtatious, or otherwise similar. There really is only one mech (or perhaps two in the current world-situation) that she wants to give that kind of attention.

"But for now, why don't you... enjoy the party?"

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Ready for Pee-Dee to head back whenever you are.

[Mixmaster]

"Of course I'll enjoy it, there's no point at all to a party if it's no fun." Mixmaster slides sideways (away from Pee-Dee) with a happy grin.

"Have fun!"

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If you are then I'm ready as well

[Pee-Dee-3]

"That's the plan!" Pee-Dee turns on her heel and clatters back to the fire. To the other Autobots, the noise is deliberately loud compared to what she's capable of.

It's always nice to have surprises in place.

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