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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Having once intended to get a hold of Arcee's arms in an attempt to get her attention, he now pulls her closer to him in an one-armed embrace, rubbing her upper arm soothingly.

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When the fit finally passes it's because the elderly femme is drooping with exhaustion. She slumps against Random, one hand going up to press on her shuttered optics as her processor struggles to make sense of this last loss.

"Arcee... do you want a trank?" offers Blue, frowning at her condition.

"NO!" Arcee's optics pop open to glare, then shutter again. "Last slagging thing I need right now...."

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He stops rubbing her arm when she finally slumps against him, pausing with his hand in the air and not sure what she was going to do next.

His optics widen slightly--the unusual calmness he exhibited in the last few minutes shattered like glass in an instance--and he stares at Blues, stunned. Wasn't that just a bit extreme?

When Arcee replies to Blue, he breaks out of his trance and calms down again. He hesitates and starts rubbing Arcee's arm again.

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"Give me some space." She gets a leg up and pushes at Blue, who moves out of the booth and then hovers worriedly. "And stop that!"

She lowers her optics and mutters a little, then gently catches Random's hand and moves away from him. "Sorry."

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He accepts her action passively, nods understandingly, slides a bit away from her, and indulges himself in his forgotten mid-grade.

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"I'll be right back." Arcee gets up and heads toward the prep room behind the bar.

Blue watches her go, then looks back at Random. "You knew Kia?"

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He gazes down at his drink for a moment. "A little bit, yeah."