Title: Drabble One: It's lonesome in the pub with no beer

Disclaimer: I do not own anything besides Vullana

Author: Xaniss

Genre: Drama

Rating: T

Summary:Plot bunnies spawned as previous history snippets to "Indistinguishable Sides" story.

Warnings: Plenty of confusion in this one, major cussing too

Characters: Vullana and Endor

A/N: There is a huge amount of time that passes in this story with nil focus on the years Bee and Vullana are meant to be finding Sam/years after the movie events. This is my outlet for previous scenarios without creating huge side stores. Each drabble will be from either Bumblebee or Vullana's POV, but could feature any character within the story-verse.

Note: This one won't make any real sense, as it's set in the prequel chapter yet to be uploaded, but meh! I thought it kinda appropriate...

"Thoughts"

Telepathic speech

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Another empty bottle violently cut through the air and shattered against the textured wallpaper, the shards glittered on the floor in the afternoon light.

"Fuckin afternoon already...?"

An uncoordinated arm lazily reached for another bottle of Jack's finest.

Medicating yourself will not assist your long-term effects.

"I don' FUCKIN CARE! ... And stay outta me head, ya' squorny fucker!"

Considering she had been "medicating" herself for most of the day, Vullana's speech was quite coherent.

I am here to help my dear

"Help me? Then fuckin undo this fuckin shit ya' did and take me the fuck home!"

She had felt downright screwed after Endor told her what happened, but since her abilities had begun to emerge the shock and stress over something this foreign was proving a scenario she wasn't handling very well... sooo she coped the only way she knew: drink herself into oblivion ... and cuss her head off at the main perpetrator for her current predicament.

"Eeeeh, they're fuckin still there, still there – make it fuckin STOP! I fuckin don't want ANY of this bullshit, you pansy-arsed, cock-suckin som' bitch! Arrrgghhh"

Vullana plea—

"Fuckin SHUT-UP with that shit! My bloody name is Charlotte and I'm NOT going by some fuckin half-cacked, dumb-arse name as THAT."

"Who in their right bloody mind be named Vullana anyways?"

She pinched her nose and sculled as much of the newly opened bottle she could. Spluttering and wheezing for breath, a dull tuunk sounded on the cool, hardwood floor with her clumsily release of the bottle.

"Der must be bones in tha' one"

Forcefully hacking up a lung, her airways cleared from the thick, burning fluid, as she fanned her gaping mouth in an attempt to cool it.

Please, you are going to make yourself sick

"Fuckin... ya' still 'ere? ... Piss-OFF."

This is only temporary until your body adjusts...

"Don't fuckin start with another bloody lecture OKAY!?"

"What is... that?"

Mid her tightly, wound-up aggression fit at the creature, who would be named Endor, she felt something peculiar – perverse but peculiar relating to the rituals others tend to engage in.

As you wish, but I must advise against any further intoxication

"..."

Vullana?

"..."

"Charlotte?"

"BAH! HAARHAHHAARHA!"

You are finding something humourous?

"Ol' Joe down th' street ... He's fuckin himself in 'is barn too ARHAARRHARHAR! In fron'o the CHICKENS! Poor chooks – they'll bloody be off their layin' nows."

You, can detect that?

"Hmmm, course... Nah tanks ta' yuuuu."

Interesting, you can interpret energy flows into behaviours – distinguish what activity the energy source is currently engaged in. This is a remarkable development.

Vu—

Endor realised she had registered nothing he said. Her emotional outpour and alcohol-induced stupor saw her heavily passed out and slumped awkwardly on the floor. Deeply snoring, with a pool forming at her mouth, she, unfortunately for her, would see no rest when awakening – there was work to be done.