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Nexus. Blue's Bar. There and Back Again

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Random follows the larger mech with his passengers into the bar, not really wanting to be the first one in.

Once he is in, however, he looks around slowly, trying to be casual, but he ends up returning his gaze to a certain spot in one corner of the bar . . .

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The booth is occupied, and its lone occupant is leaning on her fist as she frowns at the datapad she's writing on.

"Where would you like to sit?" Optimus looks down at Random, using both hands to hold his energetically wriggling sparklet. Then he blinks as the bouncer steps forward from his post by the door.

"Hey, Random!" says Keg, grinning a welcome. "Have you come to see Arcee?"

Elita looks at him, then leans out to look down at Random as Optimus does the same.

Keg notices the looks and frowns back up at them, wondering what's wrong.

He's startled out of his gazing by Optimus' question. Darn it, give him the decision. A very Prime thing to do. With Sneaker it's one thing. That mech is to polite to do any--

Random suddenly remembers why he doesn't like being too social: The attention . . . and the kind he can't really control either. Random's face starts heating up with little effort on his part under the gazes, and he wants to bolt or sink into the ground but he doesn't.

"Hey, Keg."

Over a secure comm, //Keg, for future reference . . . When I'm in a group, don't single me out quite like that.//

The young bouncer takes his turn to blush. //Sorry. Uh. Yeah, I'll be over there.//

Optimus looks after him, then concludes that it might be best if he choose the table. Accordingly he points with Silvershot toward a freestanding table between Arcee's booth and the bar. "How about that one?"

"Optimus, don't point with the sparklet." Elita can't help laughing.

"...Whoops."

"Um, sure."

He knew he should have waited. He knew it, but he ignored it. He was acting like a--Man, he didn't even want to think how he was acting, but the time to act like that over a situation like this was vorns ago! Even Prime's humorous behavior can't quite kill the awkwardness that this situation has brought on.

What a lousy time to come to the Nexus!

Blue is there as soon as everyone's seated, asking Optimus if he wants his usual and guessing Elita wants a Cybertron Sunrise before she quirks a brow plate at Random. "And another one for you?"

Optimus nods absently as he frowns at Silvershot and tries to figure out why the little mech's making that irate sounding twittering.

Random has calmed down a bit by this time, resuming a more normal behavior for him, despite being one booth over from the person he came to see originally. ~~No, he's not jumping at every sound!~~

"Yes, please," he answers.

Random absently traces quietly on the tabletop before he notices Optimus' dilemma. "Is he hungry?"

"No... I just fed him. And he hasn't got an air bubble...." The larger mech turns the little one to look into his face, in the process bringing Random back into Silvershot's field of vision.

Excited sparklet! He's waving his fists and kicking his feet inside the folds of the scarf as he looks at the interesting blue guy. Hi hi!

Elita laughs. "He wanted to see Random."

"So I see," says Optimus bemusedly.

At all that, Random assumes a confused 'Who? Me?' expression.

"He hasn't seen someone who looks like you before," explains the little dove grey femme, then turns her head and thanks Blue as the bartender hands her a Cybertron Sunrise.

Blue smiles at her, and then moves to give Random his Sunrise, only to pause as Silvershot notices her as well and goes absolutely still with surprise.

Two pretty blue people... wow.

Random's too busy thinking about the sparklet to notice Blue until 'Shot stops his squirming. Then he gives a small start and starts trying to figure out just what made 'Shot stop.

Optimus is trying to figure out the same thing, watching as the little one watches Random and Blue and noting the intent study that is being made. Silvershot usually isn't that focused unless he's looking at Optimus' face as he drinks.

Then the Autobot Prime lifts his browplates and looks at Blue, who is also quizzically watching the sparklet. "Would you like to hold him?"

Silvershot knows those words. He's arching his back now, asking in his own way.

Blue blinks and looks at Elita, then gives a little shrug and puts her tray down before walking around the table and uncertainly holding out her arms.

"Like this," rumbles Optimus, gently moving them slightly before he lays Silvershot in them.

More blinking as Blue and sparklet study one another.

Only reasons Random could think of was either the color or the general design . . . Color would be more obvious . . . Oop, looks like Optimus made a connection.

Hmm. Interesting how all that works . . .

The bartender quirks a half grin at the earnest little clickings being aimed at her, then gives the bar a quick glance around and nods her thanks to Arcee as she sees that the other femme has gotten up and stepped into her role of backup waitress.

Silvershot squeaks and wriggles, and she looks back down at him, then settles into the chair next to Random. "Hello, yes?"

The tiny mech huffs, then gives her a grin and more little clicks.

Thinking, Random bites into something his hand had absently put to his mouth, and startled, he focuses to much on the revelation that he'd somehow gotten a hold of a Sunrise to do more than start and scoot over when Blue sits down.

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