Nexus. Blue's Bar. Haunting the premises.

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"Lighten up, Cyclonus." Ratchet pauses and looks around as he steps into Blue's. "We're here to talk to people and relax a little."

"I see no point in going to a bar when we can no longer drink," grumbles his teammate irritably, answering the bar owner's friendly grin with a severe scowl.

"You're just mad because Gally glomped you in public again." The former Autobot CMO chuckles.

Cyclonus growls quietly. "Lady Galvatron is welcome to do whatever she pleases. It's none of your business, Autobot."

"How about that table?"

"Suit yourself." Cyclonus looks at a glowing Cybertron Sunset longingly as he settles at the table near the door.

"Ahh." Ratchet leans back with a wide grin on his face, then tips his head to Blackout, who lifts one browridge and buries her face in her cube of high-grade. "You Decepticons are such a cheerful bunch sometimes. It just warms my spark."

"You are a spark."

"And you're being deliberately difficult." He frowns at the other free spark.

Cyclonus gives him a slow smirk that asks what he's going to do about it.

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Hormah gives him a saucy wink and a deedlebeep in return for his thanks as Ratchet nods understanding and follows him back to the table.

Cyclonus catches the young Seeker's optics for a moment, then looks at the Cybertron Sunrise in Jet's hand and turns to Hormah. "Give me a drink, too."

She razzes him, but flings one at his head.

The former Galvatronian second in command's optics widen with surprise, and then he snatches the treat out of the air just before it can bounce off or pass through his helm. "Stop laughing at me, Ratchet."

"Who's laughing?" The white free spark's smirk is enormous as he pats Jet's shoulder to let him know everything's alright. -Don't worry about him, kid. He's just in a mood.-

He may not be laughing out loud. But laughing he is.

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- Oh. Okay. - He was in a mood. Well, his wingmate Coldsnap had always been in a mood too. Flaps always twisted, splintered blade always in the turbines.

He took a little sip of his drink, shuttering his optics to merely savour the experience of drinking again. Not to mention, this, by far, was the best thing he ever had. Wow! Like it was high ranking officer grade fuel. Not the bland and slightly sludgy rations that was the staple of grunts like him and was a step above coolant waste on the good days. He was going to sip this slowly. He had to make something this good last.

Jet couldn’t help but smile at the whole spectacle of Hormah trying to beam Cyclonus on the back of the head with another Cybertronian Sunrise (Oh! That what it was called!) and getting a pat on shoulder and really the whole thing – plus no bar fights! A small smile, and shy, but a real one. This was nice. What he’d always imagined going to a bar would be like when he was alive, in fact.

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Far from bland and sludgy, the Sunrise's center is thin and delightfully tangy; the finest mid-grade available in its reality of origin. And if he takes a whiff of that rock shell he'll see it's more of the same in solid form.

Cyclonus looks at the Sunrise in his hand, optics gleaming, but then looks at Jet again and pauses, once more frowning deeply.

Blackout gets up and throws a handful of assorted money on the bar, then turns to leave, Hormah trailing in her wake and dancing to the bouncy music that's coming from her built in stereo.

"Get as solid as you can," warns Ratchet softly as the little femme nears.

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Uh oh.

“Umm… is there trouble?” Jet said equally softly while solidifying until no one could distinguish him from a living being on contact. He glanced to Ratchet, then to Cyclonus, and then to the rest of his Cybertronian Sunrise.

Decision made, he drank the rest of the center in one gulp. If something was going to happen (and when things happened in a bar, drinks went flying) then he wanted to have his drink, even if it meant drinking it fast, than lose it all together.

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Ratchet's smile and the feelings he's projecting toward the young Seeker spark suggest that nothing's wrong.

An arm slips around Jet's neck and squeezes very gently in a hug, and a quick kiss tingles his cheek.

And then Hormah's gone, out the door after her boss.

Ratchet's grinning like a loon. "That kid...."

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Blink.

Blink.

She... she...

Oh. My. Primus. Jaw dropping. Right now.

"... Uhhh, it was nice meeting you too. Bye..." Unfortunately the poor kid's sense of timing was a little off, as Hormah was out the the door before Jet was able to more than squeak or even register that yes, he just got his very first kiss ever.

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Ratchet squeezes his shoulder, radiating fond and kindly amusement. "Are you alright, Jet?"

"Here." Cyblonus abruptly shoves his Cybertron Sunrise at the rookie.

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"She... she... uh... kissed me." Jet said while looking at Ratchet in utter befuddlement. It was a look that said 'but why did she do that?'

"Um... thank you very much, sir."

Yes, he really could use another drink.