Drowning in My Sorrows

[Nightbeat]

OOC: This takes place on day 14

Nightbeat looks at the flask in his hand and tried to remember what he'd been doing when he'd started drinking.

Naturally, he couldn't. He'd been very drunk for some time now, emerging from his stupor only long enough to find more energon to send him back into his stupor.

He leans back against the grimy wall of the tunnel, since that's easier than standing. He's got enough lucidity for that, though every moment of clear thought makes him wish he didn't have it.

When his thoughts are clear, he finds himself missing her.

It's not like he even liked her. She was a pain in the afterburner. A screwball skirt and a cop. A rule jockey. A pencil-pushing, by-the-book no-it-all. They'd argued at every possible moment (and let's not forget the part where he got decked while drunk).

And yet now that she is gone, she is all he can think about.

"Ish... ish jush no' fair," he mutters, sliding down against the wall until he's in a sitting position. "Ish... jush no' fair. Loushy shkirt... Why'd yoush have t' go an' get me misshin' you..."

[Boondocker]

Down the tunnel, another blue Cybertronian that's victim to stereotypes wanders up. Boondocker's covered in itchy rust spots after the tangle with the nasty bug in other parts of the tunnel network. He spots the mumbling, plastered sports car, and leans down with wide, concerned optics.

"Hey, buddy, y'all alright?"

[Nightbeat]

It takes Nightbeat's optics a long moment before they can focus on Boondocker. He frowns. "Yoush... yoush look like yoush losht a fight with shome shcrapletsh."

He emphasizes his point by pointing. Though not too closely, just in case Boondocker is contaigious.

[Boondocker]

It takes Boony a minute to figure out just what the wasted dick said, then he laughs a bit, shaking his head. "Ain't never hearda no 'scraplets'. Jus' got back from doin' a lil' explorin' with Kup an' Optimus. We ran into a big ol' nasty bug that rusted us on contact. S'just plain ol' rust as far as ah kin tell...but I ain't no doctor."

[Nightbeat]

Nightbeat considers this, takes a swig from his flask, and then offers it to the truck-bot.

"Ish good for what ailsh ya."

[Boondocker]

Boondocker raises a hand to politely decline. "Thank'ee, but ah'll pass. Though, ah'm a bit curious. Wut's gotch'ee all th' way out 'ere? And so...er...drunk?"

It's blunt, but when it's this bad, there's no sense in tiptoeing around the issue.

[Nightbeat]

Nightbeat shrugs as if to say "your loss" when the flask is refused, and instead takes another drink himself.

"Ish a shkirt. Ish alwaysh a shkirt... They don' bring yoush nothing but heartaschesh."

[Boondocker]

A skirt? He'd heard that somewhere before, he thought. Wasn't it during that card ga--

OH.

Boondocker's face softens a bit, stepping back to lean against the opposite side of the tunnel, mood dropping a bit. "Oh...yuh, ah get'cha now. Y'all talkin' 'bout Miz Pee-Dee, ain't'cha?" he asks, his tone melancholy, glancing up a bit.

[Nightbeat]

Nightbeat takes another swallow and nods.

"Why'd she... why'd she... why'd she have to go and die on me... er, on ush? Where'sh the shenshe in that?"

[Boondocker]

Slowly, Boondocker slumps down to the floor on his side of the tunnel, drawing one knee up, resting his hands on it with a heavy sigh.

"Ah dunno. Ah...s'pose that's war."

Another sigh, and he looks up. "I didn't know 'er long as y'all did, but I reckon one thing - I figger she wouldn't want us mopin' around like this, y'know?"

[Nightbeat]

Nightbeat laughs drunkenly at that, far longer than is appropriate.

"Nothin' I ever did wash right for that shkirt... Alwaysh on my cashe... Alwayshe puttin' me down..."

He laughs some more. "An' now she'sh dead and she'sh shtill dishapprovin'."

[Boondocker]

Boondocker scowls a bit at this response, narrowing his optics with a huffing sigh.

"Y'know, fer someone that seems t' care so much about 'er, one would think y'all'd speak a little better of 'er..."

[Nightbeat]

Nightbeat tries to put his thoughts in order, but finds them rather slippery.

"Yeah, well... what... what do you know, Farmboy?"

He takes another drink and sighs. "She... she wash great. Gave ash good ash she got and didn't back down... like a... like a... one of them earth aminals. Orange, witsh the shtripesh... She wash really shomething..."

[Boondocker]

Boondocker's expression grows more annoyed. "No need fer name-callin', now. As fer whut ah know, ah know how t' treat a lady right. An' that talkin' ill of folks ain't no way t' honor their memory."

He staggers up, some rust falling off of him. "Ah gotta git t' medical an' see about gettin' rid of this rust... Don't knock yerself offline, alright? Ain't no tellin' when we might have to pick up an' go" he says, plodding off in the direction he was originally headed.

"...an' th' critter y'all were thinkin' of was a tiger."

[Nightbeat]

Nightbeat snaps his fingers at the supplied answer. "Yesh! That'sh what I wash talkin' about... a tiger. Oneofem..."

He sinks down further, the insult and rebuke lost in a drunken haze. "I missh ya, dollfashe...."