Heaven Piercer

Desire (2)

Your left eye twitched.
Maybe you shouldn't be drinking all this coffee.
V and N were kind of dancing around each-other with words.
It's funny since they both like each other but don't know if the other does.
An idea struck your mind.

"Hey, Thad. Does Oil make you dru-"

SLAM

Your head flew left, looking for the cause of the sound.
Thad's head was laying on the bar countertop, crushing the cup he was drinking from.

"Well, that answers my question."

Uzi: "T-thad?!"

While Uzi went to assist Thad, you went to take another sip of your coffee but it turns out, it was empty.

Wait... If Thad was drunk then..?
You looked right, scanning N,V and J.
Not doing too bad but you could tell things were only gonna get worse.
Didn't they like, drink oil all the time? I guess the stuff here is different.
Either Thad's a lightweight or he drank a whole lot while you were zoned out.

I never imagined a day in my life when I'd be spending time with drunk killer robots, but here we are.

"Uzi, you gonna take him to his room?"

She franticly nodded while attempting to pick him up.
You laughed, debating if you should help her.
Meh, she'll be fiiiine. I mean, the result should be comedic anyway.
Uzi eventually gave up on picking him up and straight up dragged his unconscious ass out of the bar.

You turned around, looking to see V and N, but they were missing.
J was slowly drinking, probably having character development if this story had other POV's.
The couple were happily dancing, having fun.
With huge smiles on their faces, they clumsily attempted to dance.

"Well, J. Care to explain what your "family" dynamic was before all of this?"

J: "I'm not too sure you'd call it that, more like... Acquaintances."

"C'mon, you can tell me. I'm your friend? I think."

J: "How bold of you."

J: "Didn't you look into our heads?"

"I did, but I'm not a creep."

J looked at you, eyes ablaze.

"Oh come on! What have I done?"

"I returned your memories and skimmed through them. I like to be aware, y'know?"

J: "Hmph."

She returned her now empty gaze to the bottles of oil infront of her.

"They always like this? The one's behind us."

J: "Regrettably."

"You mean you don't like them being together?"

J: "No, it's not that. It's just... Being around a couple makes me feel weird."

Ooh boy...
"Don't make this weird, I beg of you."

J: "No, not like that! Just, a bit jealous would be the best way to put it."

"I mean, if you're that desperate you can join V and just hook up with N t-"

J slammed her almost empty cup of oil into your face.
It shattered, sending oil and glass everywhere.

J: "You think I'm that desperate, moron?"

"With how you're describing it, sounds li-"

J stood up, glaring at you.

"Woah woah woah! I get it! No need to rail me!"

She sat down with a thud, clenching her fists.

J: "Hey, worker. Another."

The worker slid a glass once more with trepidation.

"Wow, you can drink alot."

J: "When you deal with morons all day, you start to develop a tolerance."

Interesting.

"Maybe if you live here long enough you'll find someone."

J: "And fall in love with a worker drone? Tch."

"Right..."

"Haha, right."

"Well why do you want someone?"

"Is it, to console you for what you've done? Or to... Just connect better?"

J: "I... Don't know... I just have this feeling that I'm meant to. Like a piece is missing."

"I get that all the time!"

J: "So then what do you do? You wouldn't be looking for someone?"

You turned to look at her.

"Ha."

"Haha."
A huge grin spread broad across your face, under the mask.

"HAHAHAHA!"

J was a bit unsettled, struggling to return your gaze.

"I've long given up on that."

J: "You can't do that forever though."

"You can, because your example is right here."

"I've taken solace in the fact I'll never see another human again. Infact, all the ones left are scumbags who live at the top. They can die for all I care."

J: "How did you end up here then?"
You stopped looking at her, and instead looked at the bar counter.

"Well..."

"I was in a tight spot. No money, no family, nothing to live for. A perfect target."

J:" For who?"

"JC Jenson."

J: "What would they want to do with you?"

"Think about it. It's the perfect person to send on a suicide mission. Nobody would care about them, tell them you'd pay when the job is done, but they never come back."

J: "If you knew that, why'd you accept?"

"What the hell would I do on Earth? Sit down and starve? This sounded like a way better way to die."

"Look around! I'm drinking with socialist robots that I didn't know could even get drunk! I'm not even in some decrepit alleyway!"

J: "You sure you're not drunk?"

"I'm not gonna drink oil. I just had a coffee."

"I'm curious, though. Wonder if they just put liquor in oil and boom, that's what you drink."

Catching your question, the bartender spoke up.

Bartender: "Trade secret."

"Huh."

"You think I can drink it?"

Bartender: "Why wouldn't you?"

You sighed, and tore off your helmet.
You pointed at your face.

"Any of this? Y'know? God, I thought everyone would know by now."
Everyone was stunned, even J, sitting right next to you.
Were they still star struck at even a human face?

Bartender: "Y-you..."

"Yes. Me."

Bartender: "I-I... Think you might be able to."

You blinked twice.

"Interesting."

"And how would you know?"

Bartender: "I was talking to one of the biologists yesterday, and they were talking about how they did some trials."

"Some trials?"

Bartender: "We turn most of the water we get here into oil, so they were trying to see if they could modify it to be able to be fed to plants."

"I think I know where this is going."

Bartender: "So, they eventually got it working, and the plants are all over it now."

"Alright, lets see it."

...

"That's the exact same thing."

Bartender: "I swear, it's not."

You picked up the glass, looking at it from all angles.

"I'm... Okay, J, take a sip."

She shrugged and obliged. 

J: "Tastes the same."

"I'm scared."

You snatched the glass out of her hands and inched it closer to your face.
The revolting black mass slowly moved, softly rebounding off of the edges of the glass.
Muscles on your face tensed in reflex to the smell.

You put down the cup.
 
"Okay, there is no way I'm drinking that."

J: "Come on, just a little."

"Why are you now all of sudden into the idea of me drinking?"

J: "Wonder what you're like drunk."

"You think I'm gonna drink any more than a LICK of this... Liquid?"

J: "To me that's just a regular drink."

"Ah, yes. Truly one of the drinks of all time."

"Fine, one. ONE sip."

With evermore reluctance, you held your nose and sipped swiftly.

Every single fiber if your being rejected the liquid, screaming at you for even considering drinking it, let alone actually doing it.
You immediately spat it all out, clawing at your tongue.

J: "You ok?"

You felt like punching her.
The repulsive sensation on your tongue overtook your mouth while you regretted your decision dearly. 
In your suffering you fell off of your stool and writhed in agony on the floor.
Shit, water, ANYTHING.
There's no water left, you'd have to walk for a few minutes to even get there. What else?
...
No, gross, I'm not gonna drink their saliva. Even asking for it would be like asking for a kiss.
V and N stopped and looked at you with concern.
A wildfire spread in your mouth, like your tongue was burning.
You clutched your throat in a desperate attempt to stop it from going down your throat.

V reached out a hand in an attempt to help, but stopped after realizing she had no idea what to do.
J got down and actually tried to help.

J: "It was that bad?! What can I do?!"


You struggled to let any noises or words out, doing so would allow this fire to enter your body.
Fighting against the pain flowing in your body, you flipped onto your hands and knees, coughing the foul liquid onto the cold floor. J slowly patted your back.

J: "Yep, just... Get it alllll out..."

After a few minutes of this, you fell onto your back and swallowed hard.
You were breathing rapidly, out of oxygen.
The bartender looked on with a wistful expression.

Bartender: "My bad..."

"Fuck me sideways, you bet it is."

J was a bit surprised at your crude language and stood up, flustered. 
You dry wretched in recollection of what you drank.

"God, If that went down my throat I don't think I would be alive..."

Still trembling, you slowly stood up.

"Get that shit out of my face."

The drone across from you nodded profusely before taking the glass out back.

J: "I'm sorry for egging you on, I shouldn't have."

"Well, atleast I know it's not all that palatable." 
The Bartender came out of the backroom and came to you.

Bartender: "I'm so sorry for that, I'll tell the scientists to make it better."

You eyed him.

"How are they meant to know what I can taste? You're all robots."

Bartender: "Uhm... Do you eat or drink anything else in this bunker that you can keep down?"

"Yeah, coffee."

Bartender: "It's decided then, I can assure you they will make it better!"

"If you make me drink one and it tastes the same I'm ramming my fist through your chest."

"Well, that's certainly enough for one evening..."
You grabbed your helmet, hopped off the stool and started heading back.
J, V and N followed, because if you were in and Uzi was somewhere else they'd be locked out.

(Timeskip~)

You put your helmet on the bedside stand and flopped onto Uzi's bed.
"Ugh..."
N started showing V stuff on the computer while J hung from the roof.
"Night, fellas."
Shutting your eyes once more, you drifted into sleep.

A/N
Hello my wonderful readers! 
I'm here to say that I'm making another Murder Drones story.
It's written ALOT better than this, with dialogue that flows better and just better writing.
This doesn't mean this story is discontinued, but it'll be slower to update both of them.
PLUS! I also have school starting tomorrow so, expect chapters to take longer.
Have yourself a wonderful day!