[ Before the bottle he held loose between his knees emptied, and his mind drowned in a churning dark sea of high grade mixed with questionable unfiltered fuel, Drift attempted to take stock. Drift had accomplished the following in the last forty-eight hours: Continued to sleep around instead of greeting the new arrivals. He had told the only person who consistently had his back that he was a monster and deserved to die alone. Then, one of the only two people in the galaxy who wouldn't let Megatron die alone had shown up — and proceeded to nearly divorce their head from their shoulders with a wild haymaker Drift threw in a fit of pique over an innocent comment.
So like anyone in Drift's situation, he had dug up the bottle of the most intoxicating Cybetronian fuel that would hopefully do to his internals what paint thinner did to the human liver. Insofar it was going pretty well — a fifth in, and he hadn't even started sobbing, just watching the wall start to tilt in the direction of the ceiling slowly. Instead, he raised the bottle as its noxiously green contents sloshed around, raised it to an inactive holo-photo he had on his nightstand, and grunted. ]
I know your old atheist box of a frame is double over laughing somewhere from the irony, Ratty.
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So like anyone in Drift's situation, he had dug up the bottle of the most intoxicating Cybetronian fuel that would hopefully do to his internals what paint thinner did to the human liver. Insofar it was going pretty well — a fifth in, and he hadn't even started sobbing, just watching the wall start to tilt in the direction of the ceiling slowly. Instead, he raised the bottle as its noxiously green contents sloshed around, raised it to an inactive holo-photo he had on his nightstand, and grunted. ]
I know your old atheist box of a frame is double over laughing somewhere from the irony, Ratty.