105 Getting smashed

John was sitting on the counter of the bar sipping his Long Island Iced Tea, next to him a seemingly rich guy sat down. The Rich guy ordered the most expensive whiskey the Bar had to offer and just dropped a bundle of cash on the counter taking the whole bottle out of the hands of the confused barkeeper.

The rich guy saw that John was watching him, he suddenly grabbed a second glass from behind the counter and pour the whiskey in it too after which he slided the glass to John and said: "Hey buddy you look as depressed as me so here share a drink with me..." John thanked him and downed the whole glass together with him. A sharp burning sensation ran down his throat and up his nose after which a feeling of warmth spread throughout his body.

"I am Constantine...here have another!" The rich guy said filling his and John's glass again. John was startled he quickly introduced himself and wanted to decline the drink as a single glass of that whiskey costs over $50 but Constantine just put it in front of John and gave him a meaningful look basically telling him that money didn't mean anything to him. John nodded and both of them downed another round.

They were not talking much as they knew that both of them felt empty inside, the only sound both of them made was the filling of the glasses and the gulping down of their drinks. Soon the bottle was empty and a new one was opened by the barkeeper, everyone in the bar observed the strange couple that downed extremely expensive alcohol as if it was water. But everyone felt like the observed something special that happened that evening, two strangers that by chance came into the same bar, sat next to each other and filled their glasses to wash away their sorrow forming a deep bond that no one except them could understand.

But no one expected what happened next, the bar had an old dusty karaoke machine that wasn't used much as most of the customers were to old or too drunk to sing karaoke but somehow John and Constantine, who both were already quite drunk, looked at each other and nodded. John took the first song he grabbed the microphone and surprisingly had a nice sounding low voice in the bass range while he sang the Song "Daddy sang bass".

After the Song everyone applauded and Constantine answered with his soulful interpretation of "Stand by me". Once again everyone applauded but then both of them took it to the next level. John grabbed another microphone and suddenly both of them were singing their rendition of "Don't Stop Believing".

They didn't even come to the refrain before everyone else in the bar was jamming and singing with them. The hours went by and the alcohol flowed freely, the bar got with more and more people as they gazed at two friends jamming on the karaoke machine. The bartender was surprised and happy that he got John and Constantine as his customers, both of them paid a huge amount for their drinks and he never had more customers in his bar than now. So when Constantine was the first to pass out quickly followed by John the barkeeper took them with the help from some of the other customers upstairs and laid them on a bed and a sofa with a bucket and a bottle of water...

...John woke up and felt like a forty ton truck ran over his head several times, he quickly grabbed the bottle of water that was next to him and emptied it in one gulp. When he looked around he was startled at first as he didnt recognize this room but when he saw Constantine still dozing on the bed, he understood that they must have passed out yesterday after they got smashed. Also John didn't know why but his throat felt rough and hoarse, he thought that he may have gotten a cold from the rain or something.

John still a little bit dizzy stood up grabbed a piece of paper out of his pocket and wrote his telephone number and name on it with a sentence saying that he had fun and maybe they could drink together again someday. He walked out of the room greeted the bartender and thanked him. John walked outside and went on his way home...

Shortly after Constantine woke up also with a head feeling like it was massaged by a sledge hammer, he found the small paper that John left and smiled as he really enjoyed the last evening. He put the paper in his pocket and also went outside giving the Barkeeper a generous tip as he left...

... John was back in the game something that he shouldn't have down as he still felt dizzy and nauseous from the drinking. But he still had to think about something so he started crafting.

John didn't want to make anything special so he decided that he would create another automata just for fun. So he grabbed some simple steel and started working. he casted some gears and forged a frame, but as he still felt bad from the drinking yesterday his creation was far from perfect. The frame was bend the gears rough and god knows why John added a a strange backpack to it holding a metal pillow he created by throwing a metal block into his metal softening solution and a big piece of metal fabric.

Maybe his subconsciousness made him add these items as he felt like he should go to sleep again. After a short while his new creation was finished and John was slightly embarrassed as it looked like a crooked dirty hobo from the street. He had a rough badly maintained appearance while dragging a metal pillow and bed sheet behind him.

Dave

Rank Hobo [Error]

Race Machine

A machine created by a Craftmaster when he was completely exhausted and intoxicated. Its tiny mana crystal can barely supply this inefficient design of a machine so it has to go in sleep-mode nearly all the time.

John who really needed a bed right now just said that dave could do what he wanted and went offline to get some sleep...

...Dave was just born...yawn...but he was just so tired. At first he tried sleeping on the workbench but the wood didn't feel right so he got and walked around the dungeon. He tried sleeping in the giant piles of scrap that were laying around on the fourth floor but everytime he fell asleep this strange monkey came and woke him up but trying to rip of his leg. Usually Dave didn't mind anything but there was one thing that riled up his anger, and that was interrupting his sleep. So when the monkey came another time and woke Dave up, it suddenly missed and arm and ran away. But Dave wasn't able to sleep peacefully as the  monkey came back now trying to rip out his arm to replace the lost one. But now the head of the monkey was missing while the dead body tumbled down to the ground.

But Dave couldn't sleep in this place anymore as he was angered too much here. So he took his stuff and started walking again. He walked through the dungeon again, dragging his Pillow and bed sheet behind him on the ground. He walked up several floor and ended up in the forging area on floor one where it was nice and cozy warm. Dave laid down his stuff and was already dozing of when he felt like he was hovering and he woke up again only to find himself being transported by a group of small robots to a big pile of scrap metal next to the foundry.

They once again stopped his beloved sleeping so something did get added to the scrap pile but it wasnt Dave. But right when Dave was in dreamland again the smithing bot started hammering to create new scrapling and was beheaded soon after...

Scythe who became to overseer over the dungeon heard of the commotion a strange new robot was causing so he walked on floor four first and saw the poor remains of a monkey like robot. Next he quickened his pace and nearly ran to the first floor observing how Dave eliminated the scraplings and the smithing bot. But just as he wanted to say something to the strange robot it vanished out of his side and something grabbed him...

Dave just finished that cursed robot that dared to interrupt his sleep with his hammering when he saw a figure clad in black cloth standing in the stairway leading to the next floor. Dave just couldn't help it when he saw this black figure he rushed to it grabbing him and his black cloth. He ran with his captured target to the next column while grabbing a long metal pipe on the way. He rammed the metal pipe into the ground and bound Scythe cloth to the column and the metal pipe to form a makeshift hangmat. He jumped inside and started sleeping happily leaving Scythe in an interesting position as unbeknownst to anybody another of John´s carving knife started to slightly change its color to a bluish tone...