he laughed softly, “Alright then” he walked in, then took a seat at the bar, “Bartender! two of your best!” he ordered with a grin
Megatron sits at the bar and watches the bartender pour the drinks and mix in a few signature flavorings. He remembered the mech’s face but not his name. Looking around the bar, there were even more familiar faces, ones he knew he’d passed in the Kaon streets and even those he would later fight alongside. He hadn’t known that they were so close to him before it all happened. He only hoped that Rumble and Frenzy were nowhere to be found.
“I haven’t had one of these in ages. Can’t say I remember what it tastes like.” He raises it to his optics, briefly scanning for any contaminants but he finds only the debris associated with this particular kind of bar. Drinking it down, the crystals burn his intake. Primus, the nostalgia.
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