About two hours or so later, the Ark was quiet, most Autobots now either in recharge, or manning the late shift. In the lounge, empty glasses were now outnumbering full ones. Inferno's large frame was slumped across the table top, his head pillowed on his arms, while Red Alert was leaning back in his chair, optics half-shuttered, engine now purring smoothly under his chest.
Lifting his head from the table, Inferno stared over at his friend. Well... whichever one of the three he THOUGHT was the real one. "How c'me you ain't plastered by now..?" he asked, lips quirked in a confused frown.
Red Alert shrugged, then blinked as his vision went temporarily double before righting itself. "Well, I'm a sports car. I'm designed to take in this high-quality stuff..."
The fire truck merely blinked, his sluggish processors taking a little time to fully comprehend Red Alert's words. He then groaned, tiredly, faceplanting on the table again, scattering a few of the shot glasses about.
Red Alert blinked, head tilting to the side faintly as he studied his friend. "Inferno..? Inferno..!" Reaching over, he poked his friend once in the shoulder, then the side of his head. The only reaction those actions provoked was a low grumble, then the large red mech was silent again.
Sitting back, Red shrugged his shoulders, looking at his friend's slumped form. "I win..." he commented to the room, though there was really no one there to hear him, and downed the last shot.
Drinking Red part 2
Lifting his head from the table, Inferno stared over at his friend. Well... whichever one of the three he THOUGHT was the real one. "How c'me you ain't plastered by now..?" he asked, lips quirked in a confused frown.
Red Alert shrugged, then blinked as his vision went temporarily double before righting itself. "Well, I'm a sports car. I'm designed to take in this high-quality stuff..."
The fire truck merely blinked, his sluggish processors taking a little time to fully comprehend Red Alert's words. He then groaned, tiredly, faceplanting on the table again, scattering a few of the shot glasses about.
Red Alert blinked, head tilting to the side faintly as he studied his friend. "Inferno..? Inferno..!" Reaching over, he poked his friend once in the shoulder, then the side of his head. The only reaction those actions provoked was a low grumble, then the large red mech was silent again.
Sitting back, Red shrugged his shoulders, looking at his friend's slumped form. "I win..." he commented to the room, though there was really no one there to hear him, and downed the last shot.