#contagiousassassin

          “You know, you should at least order something--sitting in a bar isn’t exactly fun unless you’re drunk,” the minicon pointed out, lingering just out of the assassin’s reach. “How about I grab us both something and we sit down and talk shop?”

❛ ―are we still biting the hand that feeds or are you on your best behavior?❜

     “Si--sir?” His voice was unsurprisingly surprised, between the disease and the brand he wore, before he managed to clear his throat a few times. He remained still, not wanting to offend the mech, and locked his gaze on him. “Is... is there something I can get you, sir? Our special offer today are the--the ‘Fasttrack Cocktail’...?”

     The project in question, a sniper rifle that could carry Drive-By’s precious Cosmic Rust rounds, lay between them on the table. Across the room a captive Autobot squirmed against his binds. “At least try it out.”