“Glad you could make it, my friend” Megatronus rumbled happily, “Come! The bar is this way” he turned and began walking, looking behind him for a moment to make sure the mech was keeping up.
“I know where it is,” he retorted. “I may be older but I have not yet forgotten the layout of my own city.” Megatron looked around as he walked. Everything just as he remembered, and his past self walking before him, so enthusiastic. He felt like a phantom, watching his memories as they played out; though he had certainly never treated his future form to drinks. This was no memory, it was another version of his world entirely. So easy to get lost in.
They arrived at the old bar after a few blocks, earning a few stares from passing mechs. One famous gladiator was remarkable enough, but two? They must have been quite the sight. Megatron smirked as the entered the familiar establishment.
Megatron's back up 