[cont. from x for @viciousbite]
Thankfully, the shabby room Darkfang had been renting wasn't too far away from the bar, and no one had seen him walking around with bloody servos.
"Left it at the bar," he replied, casual, as he continued to wipe the energon off his servo, cleaning up to the elbow. "And something like that."
Could certainly be called a variety of sparkplay, not that Darkfang realized how on-the-mark he actually was.
"It's in the cooler for now, I have a transport to move it," he added, and then tilted his helm, visor blinking into a ^.^. "How much for a clean-up job?"
It was better to leave things to the professionals. You could trust money to keep someone's intake shut a hell of a lot more than you could trust something as flimsy as 'loyalty'. Loyalty was what got him here, after all. Even intakes shut notwithstanding, you didn't want to drag an honest bot who would stay quiet for you into this kind of mess. No sense in rewarding loyalty with a mess, right?
Better to put money down between it.
