Nexus. Black Dog. Drinks with the Overlord

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There isn't too much down at floor level, but the minions will probably find the small group of human size tables that are tucked over under a massive bonsai display that looks like a cliff face. There are ketchup, creamers, and sugar packets to be found on those tables. And a few of the curious patrons drop bits of energon plaster 'cookie' or even bits of (simple but very tasty) organic food to the strange little creatures as they watch them scramble about.

Requiem snerks at them, then goes to one knee to offer the Overlord and his remaining retinue a lift up to the top of the bar with his hand.

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"Energon cookies," says the big warrior, the chuckle clear in his voice as he watches the little Minicon smack a few heads to try and get the minions to wait in an orderly manner to get their treats. "Smells like cinnaSeekers."

Then he snerks as Blackout offers him another of the cookies, this one slightly taller than the Overlord. "Thanks, Boss."

"Rhinox!" Nemesis is calling even as she mixes a cube of something sulfur yellow and black which booms and flashes with each addition. "Stop snogging your femme and get over here. We've got a small customer."

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Pink will be at that game a long time, trying to get the minions to behave like orderly beings*. Greater Evils than she have tried. (Really, no-one does it as well as Gnarl.)

The Overlord might -might!- just give Nemesis a suspicious look about that 'small'. Not that he's about to argue the description. Plenty of people call him that who aren't thirty-foot metal things. Energon?


*The fact that they are basically Always Chaotic Evil, as the trope goes, may be factor.

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The little femme doesn't mind. She's having a heyday over there, beeping and laughing and teasing the little goblinoids with the glowing treats even as she tries to sort them out. Being a child of Chaos herself, she's not actually all that bothered by the fact that they won't organize. But she doesn't want anybody to go without.

"Pure energy." Requiem bites his cookie and rumbles his pleasure, then nods to the menu board behind the bar. "Grab somethin' for yourself. Nem's got all kinds'a pie 'n cookies. And she's got fried potatoes with cheese 'n gravy, too."

And here comes a stocky green bot with red optics and what looks like the lower jaw of something on his chest. He's got a bar towel in one large hand, and leaps down to the lower level of the massive counter as he nears the Overlord's table and starts sorting through glasses. "Alright, what's yours?"

He's wearing a shield strapped to his back, and as he moves two little faces are visible over his shoulders. One is sound asleep, big optics closed as he cuddles a cat shaped canvas doll with the ears chewed off, but the other is looking around with optics of a bright blue as he clicks and beeps eagerly.

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So these things consume either magic or life-force. That might explain how they're powered. The Overlord looks up at the menu dubiously. I do not eat in the Nexus. The minions are immune. Or expendable. Or a little of both.

He rests his elbows on the table and eyes the green bartender thoughtfully. It's not suspicion exactly. That's reserved for the small... creatures on its back. No, maybe he's wondering about the slightly misplaced-looking teeth. Or how much he doesn't want the mental image of these beings 'snogging'.

What do you have? he rumbles after a minute. Behind him, half his entourage has already disappeared into stealth-mode. The Greens are seen only in a whisper of outlines and the occasional flash of yellow eyes.

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Nope. No magic here. Though he could possibly be able to pick up the fact that something makes Blackout's crew immune to much magic other than the kinds that don't affect them directly.

"Nem doesn't sell bad food," rumbles Requiem, but it's more a note than anything. He's more interested in his cookie.

Rhinox lists off a modestly impressive ale and beer list, then goes onto the wines, some of which are from exotic places far from Earth. And then he lists the whiskeys, the rum, and some of the cool things he can do with said rum and other ingredients. In short, there's pretty well anything most people could want.

Oh, and there are TF size bowls up here that hold low grade energon pellets that are mostly filler, but which still carry an enticing glow.

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The lead Blue peers over the table beside his Overlord. His jaw drops steadily as Rhinox lists on... and on...

The Overlord and his minion look at each other. And they look back at Rhinox.

"That's lots of beer, master," a confused Brown tells Lord Gromgard. Then it jumps up on the table to look for all the beer. It shades its eyes with a clawed hand as it peers about.

The Overlord rests his axe against his knees as he considers. What is the difference?

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"Flavor, colour," rumbles Rhinox, shrugging. "Some of them are a little thicker than the others, and some have more alcohol content." Then he lifts a dark bottle and displays the label, which says it's a dark ale from Ireland. "This one's my favorite."

"Beer, grrrrr." The little sleeper has wakened and is wrinkling his nose.

"Hush, Dinobot. I'm busy."

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These are many more shades of variety than young lord Gromgard can comprehend, used as he is to three forms of alcohol: beer and ale (probably containing pumpkin), and wine (probably not). There’s also the hypothetical ale and beer (non-pumpkinated), but he’s still undecided about accepting that.

At least standards are on his side. Standards mean he can’t go drinking any kind of peasanty ale, beer or mead (humorous Midwinter incidents in the kitchen excepted). He’s not sure about rum, but then he’s never even had a boat.

Wine, then, he concludes. …A kind that isn’t sweet. He knows about as much about wine as he does beer. But he remembers certain rants and has picked up a couple of things. Some wines are sweeter then others, especially elvish ones. Also, the kind he had was cheap and there are others which apparently are better. It’s not a lot to work with.

Why does the innkeep's man... machine... have another smaller one on his back? Does every machine around here have a minion-type creature of its own? He glances around surreptitiously to see where Blackout’s got to. Well, he tries to be surreptitious. The helmet’s line of sight forces him to turn his head a lot.

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Blackout's sitting just over there, rumbling her amusement as her drink detonates explosively as Nemesis hands it to her. Scorponok takes a flying header into it, and this makes Blackout laugh even more.

"Red or white?" Rhinox is poised and ready to pick up a bottle as he waits for the answer, and on his back Dinobot and the other tiny bot are having an intense conversation of clicks and squeaks that seems to be regarding the chewed on cat doll.

"Need something?" asks Requiem, noticing the looking around. Blackout glances over quizzically as she hears the question.

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Red, he says, picking at random and giving the answer casually. The minions with him are peering suspiciously at the mini-machines.

Observing, the Overlord replies to Requiem, eyes taking note of his hosts' activities.

About then there's a huffing and puffing and the first Brown scrambles claw over claw onto the bar. It pants and then hurries to proudly offer the glowing chip of energon it bears. "For the master!"