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Thankfully, he himself was still in the good graces of service from the vibrant pink drink placed in front of him, admiring the miserable wreck of a mech staring forlorn into his sobering energon.

His perfect little companion for the evening.

"What's the matter, sugar? They cut you off?" Echo purrs across the bar, interlacing his fingers under his chin and smiling coyly over the lip of his drink.

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Rung as a therapist had developed a lot of thing but one of those thing was how people knock you could tell by a lot as well as even know who might be knock at the door. So, when Trailbreaker had knock on Rung door he admitting when straight over open the door with joy saying very happy.

“Trailbreaker hello dear.” He gave him a hug right way before saying softly. “Come in, come in how are you.”

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[[Energy Levels: Critical]] flashed across his HUD in urgent red letters, followed quickly by [[Initiating Emergency Standby]] as his vision already began to fade, optics shutting off along with most other systems to conserve what little energy he had left. His small frame collapsed to the ground relatively quietly.

The risk of the little gunformer being accidentally stepped on by a bigger mech was decently low on account of the narrow backstreet he had collapsed in, unfortunately this meant his chances of being found weren't particularly high either.

[[Retrieval Beacon Activated]]

What a fancy word for what was essentially just a simple location ping any pre-war model could receive, a remnant of a time where a lone gunformer would have been considered lost property.

"Gah.... w-sat?"

"Did he?" Tarn hummed, leaning back into his chair more. He'd deactivated his own for the time being, he'd rather feel drunk and fuzzy than whatever emotions were bubbling up inside.

"Some things never change." he mused for a moment. "I'd like to talk... though I do agree, I think I'm done drinking for the evening." He sighed, rolling his helm from one side to the other. "I suppose we could.. catch up."

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It wasn’t often Innoh went to the bar. But there was a good reason behind it.

The bumblebear had been seated at one of Swerve’s first row stools at his counter, slumped over an empty cube of engex. He looked completely out of it; coolant dripping from his optics, a deep frown set on his little face. He’d been resting his helm on his arm, optics watching droplets of condensation fall down his glass. But he was startled by the sudden voice behind him, gasping and sitting up straight so fast his head was spinning.

“A–Ah–Sorry, Primus I’m s-so….Really sorry. I’d like more drinks p-please–”

I mean, weirder slag had happened at a bar. 

There had been dance-offs, and happy hours, the one time he didn't speak an alien language and yeah. And that’s how he figured out he was in a threesome on Hedonia. Bars were great!