Nexus. Blue's Bar. Haunting the premises.
"Lighten up, Cyclonus." Ratchet pauses and looks around as he steps into Blue's. "We're here to talk to people and relax a little."
"I see no point in going to a bar when we can no longer drink," grumbles his teammate irritably, answering the bar owner's friendly grin with a severe scowl.
"You're just mad because Gally glomped you in public again." The former Autobot CMO chuckles.
Cyclonus growls quietly. "Lady Galvatron is welcome to do whatever she pleases. It's none of your business, Autobot."
"How about that table?"
"Suit yourself." Cyclonus looks at a glowing Cybertron Sunset longingly as he settles at the table near the door.
"Ahh." Ratchet leans back with a wide grin on his face, then tips his head to Blackout, who lifts one browridge and buries her face in her cube of high-grade. "You Decepticons are such a cheerful bunch sometimes. It just warms my spark."
"You are a spark."
"And you're being deliberately difficult." He frowns at the other free spark.
Cyclonus gives him a slow smirk that asks what he's going to do about it.
"I see no point in going to a bar when we can no longer drink," grumbles his teammate irritably, answering the bar owner's friendly grin with a severe scowl.
"You're just mad because Gally glomped you in public again." The former Autobot CMO chuckles.
Cyclonus growls quietly. "Lady Galvatron is welcome to do whatever she pleases. It's none of your business, Autobot."
"How about that table?"
"Suit yourself." Cyclonus looks at a glowing Cybertron Sunset longingly as he settles at the table near the door.
"Ahh." Ratchet leans back with a wide grin on his face, then tips his head to Blackout, who lifts one browridge and buries her face in her cube of high-grade. "You Decepticons are such a cheerful bunch sometimes. It just warms my spark."
"You are a spark."
"And you're being deliberately difficult." He frowns at the other free spark.
Cyclonus gives him a slow smirk that asks what he's going to do about it.