Megatron orders more shots of hard HG. If nothing else, he would make this venture entertaining. He’d been told that he was quite the sight overcharged, and now he’d be able to see it for himself. He takes another glass in hand.
“As you said: bottoms up.”
he blinked, then grinned, “Alright then!” he laughed, then he grabbed a cube, before he downed the drink, putting down the cup down to look at him, grinning
He mirrors the gesture, circuits firing with the rough energy. As experienced as he might be, it had been quite a while since he’d drunk this kind of energon. It was the roughest stuff, made not for taste and texture but to get a mech overcharged fast. He could already feel it starting to work, clouding his processor with a haze of static. And yet, he grabbed another, determined to drink his alternate under the table.
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