[Open] The Start of Something

[sellyourmother]

Characters: Swindle
Content: You shouldn't leave a peddler to his own devices..
Location: The "Downtown" area..at a rather well known place..
Time of day: Morning
Warnings: None at the moment~
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active

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[ze_doktor]

Scalpel had been busy lately: offering repair services to Decepticons, maintaining a secret alliance with an Autobot scientist, dissecting slug remains left from prior battle, and searching for a place he might work on his own. Now, after another long night, he had taken mass transit a short distance to downtown Iacon

[sellyourmother]

Swindle had placed his drink order, still wary of the bartender and the bar in general but he figured there was no reason to jump to conclusions. After all, it wasn't like he wouldn't be able to get himself out if a situation arose.

A cube was slid down the bar to him before the tender went back to drying containers, Swindle's optics flickering a bit as he lifted it in thanks and took a sip.

Perfection in a cube.

The peddler was about to state his happiness with his order to the tender when a signature--a familiar one--caught his attention and then someone spoke up. Swindle turned on his stool, scanners making him glance downwards as the spark signature registered at ground level.

Well well well.

"If it isn't the infamous Doctor!"

[ze_doktor]

"I see my reputation proceeds me," Scalpel said.

He tipped his head, studying the bar and stools, to determine whether he might reach on his own. He hopped to a foot rail, then to the base of a stool, and finally skittered up onto the seat.

The Bartender gave a routine prompt and the Doktor answered, "One ultra."

Waiting for his energon, Scalpel wrung his pincers together greedily, as he regarded Swindle directly. "You are doing vell, I trust," Scalpel said. As always, he hoped to hear the other was in need of repair.

[sellyourmother]

"You could say that~" Swindle mused, optic flickering in a wink as he took another sip of his Energon. Truth be told he had heard plenty about the doctor but what was true and what wasn't...he still wasn't sure.

Watching as the small being skittered up onto the bar stool, Swindle turned his own to lean back against the bar itself, elbows propped back on top of it as he idly swirled the contents of his cube.

"Of course. Never better! Outside of being stuck in this place that is but I suppose it's not too horrible. We are on Cybertron after all," he replied idly, waving his free hand some as he spoke before returning his arm to it's previous position.

If he needed repairs, he wasn't saying.

"And what about you, Doctor?"