[ The thought had occured to Drift, somewhere between the second or eighth pull, to seek company. For all his commitment to the role of a Loner with a Past, Drift handled solitude rather poorly. Even the worst company would have been an improvement over trying to keep his thoughts in the strangle hold of being too blind drunk to function.
Instead, he hadn't and continued to sit on there on the floor by his bedside ane sulk. There was some catharsis in that. Must be something about being a nomadic swordsman with difficulties opening up to others: to indulge in a good, solid sulk.
He was going to ruminate on that further but the bottle was barely to his lips when the door chimed. Once, then again with the insistence of someone dangerously close to tapping their foot with their hands on their hips.
It couldn't have been Megatron, so consider his inebriated interest piqued. ]
Com'in. [ He managed, remotely unlocking the door ]
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Instead, he hadn't and continued to sit on there on the floor by his bedside ane sulk. There was some catharsis in that. Must be something about being a nomadic swordsman with difficulties opening up to others: to indulge in a good, solid sulk.
He was going to ruminate on that further but the bottle was barely to his lips when the door chimed. Once, then again with the insistence of someone dangerously close to tapping their foot with their hands on their hips.
It couldn't have been Megatron, so consider his inebriated interest piqued. ]
Com'in. [ He managed, remotely unlocking the door ]