Nexus. Black Dog. Wrong turn.

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It's a sunny day in this part of the Nexus. So much so that there's a white and black mech stretched out on the front steps of the Black Dog, his blue optic visor barely letting out any light as he blissfully enjoys the sunrays on his shell. Draped across one of his legs is a black Transformer that looks a bit like a jaguar. The cat-like bot is just as insensate as his living couch.

Past the steps, which have a smaller set running up the side of them for human size-range beings, is a shaded porch, where assorted Transformers lean against the wall or the railing and talk in a mixture of English and different electronic dialects. To one side of the entrance is a bench, and seated here are a couple of tall mechs who look like they could be different versions of the same person with their red and blue colour scheme. The two are talking quietly, the one wearing flames' voice a deep, quiet rumble whereas the shorter one with the big chin and the armor that covers more of his wiring sounds younger.

The inside of the bar is a mystery of shadow, talk, and music, and there's a massive black Malamute with bright blue eyes and neat white paws sitting in the doorway.

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[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"As old as you've got it? But a standard 12-year is fine." Of course, in the Nexus, 'old' is all relative. It could be from what's the future to him and still have sat around in a barrel for a few decades.

He eyes the giant puppy bounding off, mildly amused.

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Rhinox grins and wipes crumbs off Connor's table and the chair across from him. "I've got three bottles of twenty year, and a couple forties. One of the forties is Earth make."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

That's probably expensive, but it's just a little too tempting. He struggles with himself for roughly thirty seconds. "That last one, I think. Thanks." He flashes a weak smile. Now that he's got his own finances back he can more than afford it, but he hasn't mentally adjusted to being rich, again.

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"How old can that stuff get and still be good, anyway?" The green mech turns and jumps off the upper level of the bar and can be heard rummaging around somewhere beneath Connor. He's soon back, carefully polishing the dust off a bottle. "And if I let mine age on Earth in Scotland will it be better than if I age it in my vault on ... another planet? Oh yeah, and do you want beer chasers?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Heheh. I don't know, most of us can only hold off drinking it for so long." He scratches at his stubbled jaw, and takes a minute to consider the other questions. "I'd say yes, but I'm a Scot, so... and... sure." Chasing it with beer instead of more scotch might keep him from going too far. Although he could drink a whole bottle and only be tipsy, unless the Nexus has done something to add potency.

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"I guess I'll just have to experiment and see." Rhinox sets the old bottle gently on the table and sets a glass beside it. "Want to be my guinea pig? And do you want light or dark beer?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Heh. Sure, I guess I can handle that. Dark." He's got a ridiculously high tolerance, and testing scotch sounds like a good time.

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"Good." Rhinox turns and jumps down again, then returns with two tall bottles of a dark beer that he thinks will taste good with what he remembers of the old scotch's flavor. "You want to start now? I can give you a glass of my forty home brew to taste."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

Forty year old scotch, two bottles of beer, and an offer of an experimental taste test. Connor looks at them each in turn, ending with an amused raised eyebrow, gaze on Rhinox's face. "You trying to get me off my ass?"