"Well, if it isn't my old friend!"
That voice was familiar, turning around Lickety-Split’s face nearly split in two at the bot standing in front of her. “Lightbright!” she smiled and embraced her friend. “How are you?”
Lightbright frowned a bit and furrowed her optic ridges. “Are you still working under that terrible boss?” There was concern expressed in her optics for her friend.
Yet, Lickety seemed optimistic about her situation regardless, so Lightbright smiled once more. “Ah, you know. Same ol’, same ol’. I haven’t had to work so hard since the downfall of Decepticons.” She admitted sheepishly.
“He’s not so bad once you get to know him,” she waved off. “You just gonna learn to stay out of his way. It’s the rowdy customers you gotta worry about.”
She didn’t want to talk about her place of work anymore. “And I defiantly don’t envy you. I’d rather have a boring job than worry about Decepticons,” She glanced around. “It’s been way too long since we last hung out, can I buy you a drink or something?”
"Mm..." Lightbright didn't seem to understand her reasoning, but moved on. Her friend wished to stray from the topic at hand, and it became clear.
"Oh, no! Let me buy instead. It would be my honour." LB insisted, a smile taking over her faceplates. "Some Decepticons are actually rather complacent. I am small, and small targets are harder to hit." She giggled.
