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Warp shifted his stance, dropping his helm back against the wall of the outpost. He reached retrieved a cube of highgrade from subspace and opened it, bringing it to his lips, taking a long swig and swirling it around his mouth before he let it drain down his intake. His frame buzzed with needs and his processor swam with memories, sounds and scents and tastes and sensations of times spent with Sky recently. 

And he wanted more, and wanted it right now.

Unfortunately, Warp was on ordered guard duty - a punishment for an argument, and one calculated for the maximum amount of punishment - boredom. One of the worst things for him. He sighed again and shifted, his panel too tight. He really wanted to comm Sky and see if he was UP for a flight... and more than just flying~

Warp smirked suddenly. He had to stay here and stand watch, but no one said he couldn’t use his comm system~ He paused a moment, thinking, before he opened a comm channel.

Sian watched Spar out of the corner of his eye, paying more attention to the tall man working in the room then the electrical work in front of him. Spar lifted a heavy case of components easily, muscles flexing under his shirt, and Sian swallowed hard and shifted his weight, turning his attention back to the maintenance hatch he was working before Spar noticed him staring.

He heard Spar walk out of the room carrying the case to another storage area, and leaned his forehead against the cool metal of the ship, closing his eyes. He lifted his head and banged it again against the ship. Give him room, Sian, he told himself firmly. He’s been here for a couple months, he’s free, he’s finding himself. Give him time to figure out what he wants. 

Soren let the door swing shut behind him, and a slight frown flickered over his face; the bar was full, and there was barely any space left. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should just head to one of his usual bars - but he’d had a frustrating day at work and had been hearing about this place on the radio for days, and it was right on the way home. With a sigh, he ran his hand through his short hair, and wound through the crowd for an empty space he’d spotted at the bar, sliding between two occupied barstools so he could order a whisky before turning back to survey the bar, looking for a place to sit.

Most of the tables were taken, and it so were all the barstools - this was a smaller place, probably advertised as intimate, but it did mean that sitting room was at a premium. He surveyed the bar again, about ready to wander over by the pool tables, when his gaze landed on a 2-seater table occupied by a lone individual that was currently facing away from him, head turned up to catch the score of the game on one of the TVs, who looked vaguely familiar. When the other man turned back to pick up his drink, and Soren could see his profile, a grin suddenly spread over his face - he’d thought he’d recognized him, those shoulders and those cheekbones and jaw~