Robots, Cyborgs, and Vodka

"Craig you have to attend to the meeting today. Important people will be there. Very important. This is what separates you from men like Lucius Alba or..."

Craig stood up out of his office chair and slammed his fist down.
"I don't wanna be that guy. The amount of fuckin' stress that dude must endure...I'm in need of a drink just thinking about."
Lifting a joint out of an ashtray he fired it up and inhaled. Offering some to his assistant before she refused.
"What kind of legacy do you want to leave on the world Mr.White? That you were smarter than you ever let on and that you liked getting high and chasing tail?"
"Yes."
"Are you kidding me? Your parents worked too hard to create this place for you to mess it up now."
"Violet."
"To top it off I had to cancel like 20 interviews this week. They love you all those talk shows you do you're charming you really are, but eventually this playboy attitude won't be!"
"Violet."
She stopped and stared at him.
"I'll go to tomorrows meeting if you cancel the rest of mine tonight and give me a night on the town."
Staring at him she looked down and puffed her face up, almost in frustration and thought.
"I promise I'll give you a bonus for putting up with my shit."
Stomping her foot she began to yell.
"IT ISN'T ABOUT THE MONEY FOR ALL OF US. I LOVE THE ROBOTICS I WORK ON. I LOVE WHAT WE DO FOR PEOPLE. I AM NOT HERE TO BE RICH. I AM HERE TO WORK WITH A GENIUS IN THE FIELD."
Craig slouched back in his chair.
"When you put it that way i'm kinda an asshole."
"No Craig, you're lost. The world isn't a playground, stop treating it that way. Enjoy your night."

As the door slammed he finished his joint.
"Fuck that lady is up tight. I need a shot, or ten."
Pressing two buttons on his desk, his Tek get up and arsenal appeared in front of him.
"Excellent."
Stuffing everything into a duffle bag he was on his way to the parking garage.

When he got there he tossed the bag in his trunk, and nodded at an employee of his.
"Have a good weekend Steve."
The man waved.
He peeled out of that garage like a bat out of hell.
Cranking his radio he got ready for a night of chaos.
"Call Volt." he spoke into the car bluetooth.
The typical number out of service message played back to him.
"Where are you?"

He rolled into a shady part of town and grabed the duffle bag out of the back of the trunk.
Leaving his car locked, and he armed the alarm. Should someone try and steal it, it would literally explode.
He knew of a small time villain place he could get hammered at.
He was no longer Craig, he tossed on all his gear, guns holstered, was ready to go.
He sat at the bar with the flamboyant red helmet, the mouth region opened.
A cute bartender walked by, with a quick hand swipe he made her skirt blow and got a nice butt view.
"Nice." She blushed and kept walking.
"WAIT! I need a drink!"
Some hot tattooed woman sat next to him "Actually I need ten. And whatever she's drinking is on me."

"Hi I'm Tek. What's your name cutie."
"Breaker."
"Breaker? Sheesh, some daddy issues or something? Why are you breaker?"
"That's what I do to hearts."
Tek couldn't help but laugh.
"That's what I do to bed frames." he retorted.
"Wow. Original." She shot back.
"Well at least my name isn't an emo band name."
"Do you want me to kill you?" she asked.
"One you can't, two I welcome you to try, three actually forget two I want to get you drunk and sleep with you."
A figure walked in and sat on his left.

As AAT-08317 opened the door to the bar, he focused on his surroundings. A few eyes turned to him, as the assassin turned his cold and calculated stare to those who looked at them, and presented a clear message: I will not back down. Few of the people in the facility wore their gear, AAT-08317 was one such, but it was cleverly hidden under the grey dress suit he wore. The assassin looked around for a space to sit, finding only one stool to the left of someone else. He slowly approached, before he took a slow seat at the bar. He didn't even glance at Tek, or the woman who sat beside him.

He motioned for the bartender, as she looked at him. AAT-08317 spoke in a low and calculated manner, "Russian Standard, if you may."

Tek stopped his banter with the broad and turned towards the man who sat next to him. "He's on my tab too. I'm feeling generous. Russian Standard. Ha. I'll have one of them suckers too."

The woman seemed to want more of his attention, enjoying their back and forth.
"So Tek? What do you do?"
"Blow freaking minds. That's what I do."
She laughed a whole lot as she drank the alcohol she was handed.
"I also like cool toys."
"What kind of toys?"
Tek pulled out a blaster and looked down the sight before blasting the stick out of a rather large man's hand.
"These kind."

"What the fuck is your problem?"
"Alcoholism, mild depression, I think PTSD, or is it ADD?"
The man went to punch Tek, and the helmet took the blow.
Grabbing his hand in pain the pan tried to elbow the helmet.
Broken arm.
"Jesus buddy, it was just a pool stick."
The man pulled out a gun and pointed it at the villain.
One arm tucked against his body.
Tek sighed.
"Fuck it."
Quickly he pulled his blaster up and fired a hole through the man's skull.

"NOW EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO BACK TO DRINKING. ON ME."
"You were saying cutie?" he turned to see if the Russian was still there. He was.

Up until this point, AAT-08317 thought he would be keeping to himself tonight. That was, before the man he sat next to offered to buy his drink. The assassin didn't quite like the thought, but he merely nodded his head before he replied in a flat tone: "Thank you."

As Tek went back went back to talking to this woman of his, AAT-08317 sat by and drank quietly. That was before, Tek started, and finished a bar fight. AAT-08317 felt his hand nearly reach to withdraw his Cz-45, but stopped himself. Tek announced to the rest of the bar that the rest of the drinks were on him, as the attendants quietly went back to their various activities.

The dead body seemed to sit by.

AAT-08317 eventually turned his head to the man, allowing Tek to continue his conversation before there was a break that he could exploit: "Impressive equipment you have there, Mister?"

The man next to Tek thanked him by for his drink.
"Anytime chief. I love gettin' wasted on a lovely friday night."
The girl next to Tek seemed to bit her lip after watching Tek blow the man's brains out. Not sure if scared or turned on Craig didn't really give a shit.

"Thanks, a good friend of mine designed it, actually all my weapons. I have a bunch more hidden all over me." he spoke with a smile.
"Also it's Mister Tek. Tek Reznov."
He chuckled to himself.

"Hm." AAT-08317 mused as the man said this. The man suggested he had more weapons on him, but the assassin wasn't interested to pursue that avenue. Instead, he took a drink from the glass that rested on the bar. He spoke again: "Visit here often, Mister Tek?"

"ALL THE TIME" Tek roared.
"These fuck sticks let me get wasted here and charge close to nothing. The janitors kinda hate me though."
Tek slammed a few more drinks before turning to AAT.

"What's your name again?" He asked ordering 4 more shots.
"Oh shit you're still here too sexy lady." he said to the woman.

AAT-08317 nearly smiled at the mans response, before he muttered a response: "Yes, I can see that."

Tek asked about his name, after downing four shots. The assassin finished his first, before he replied: "Whatever my passport says. Today, it Simar Dgursk."

AAT-08317 then turned his head to Breaker as Tek addressed her.