Nexus. Blue's Bar. A Meeting of Opposites

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It was another late night for Random, another recharge-less night. It was on these nights that he got off his berth and walked down to the Engineering Labs to work on some unfinished project leftover from the day--or at least that's what he told whichever mech found him recharging in the lab one of those times when he was unable to make it back to his quarters.

As usual he had managed to pass through the quiet halls without being approached by the nightshift. If Red Alert heard that, he'd freak. However, when he opened the door to the lab and walked in, he found himself in a place that he didn't recognize as either Wheeljack's lab or the Ark.

At first he wondered if he'd missed a memo, like one saying "Wheeljack's working on something in his lab, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK," and searched over his memory banks to find such of a memo as he glanced around the bar to prevent extra thinking. When he doesn't immediately find a memo, his 'oh great, just what I needed' attitude began to fade to outright panic. Before it spread too far, however, something in his mind made a connection between "bar"--which this place obviously was--and "Nexus."

Hmm. Maybe . . . ? He began to take his processors off of finding the memo and to set them to the task of thoroughly searching the bar for anyone he's seen before in the Nexus . . .

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"Anything you want to talk about?" She discovers that she has energon and scowls at it.

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He hated questions that came in three, seven, or eight words, he really did. He resumed the tracing.

She's had most of the night's conversation aimed in her direction, so it didn't feel right to go further, especially when it could take a worst turn, but he really couldn't talk about himself right, he really couldn't.

He shuttered his optics and sighed again.

"Did you ever get on better terms with your friend?"

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She stiffens, optics still on the cube. "Which friend's that?"

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"I'll take that as a 'no.'" He doesn't look up from his tracing.

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"I got to tell him what happened. He left right after that."

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Trace, trace, trace. "Did he seem angry or upset?"

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"What does it matter?" She picks up the energon and starts to drink.

Whichever he was, I've hurt him again. And he didn't need that.

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"Was just wondering . . . Guess it doesn't . . ." From angry to upset, upset to angry, too inconsistent to make a firm conclusion. Trace.

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Arcee looks at him and sighs. "It's a little hard right now to talk to people. Finding out I've been blabbing everything to someone I don't even know...."

Her optics return to her drink, guilty and troubled.

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"You're completely justified while you're still getting over it . . . It doesn't happen to everyone." Trace, Trace. "At least not like that."

He's not trying to be inconsiderate, but he feel there's a need for a subject change. "Could I get another one of these?" He gestures to his empty cube.

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Slight humor brightens her optics as he asks for what he refused earlier. "The tap's right there. Grab a bowl of energon pellets while you're at it."

The cheap treat might be a new thing to him.

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Of course, men can't ignore food for long. And You sure you want to do that, Arcee? He could spill! *ducks flying object*

"Thank you." He gets up, bring the empty cube, and moves towards the bar. He makes sure he's sure he's got the right button before refilling his cube. Two drunk mechs in the course of a 'week' wouldn't be a good thing! When it's filled, he picks up the aforementioned bowl of energon pellets and brings them to the table, looking at them with a puzzled look.

"What're these things?"