I look for peace but see I don't attain.
WHO: Ratchet, Wing
WHAT: As promised, Ratchet shows up to hang out with Wing
WHERE: "Viva la Greed"
WHEN: The evening a day after this.
WARNINGS/NOTES: None currently
It should have bothered Ratchet, coming down here on his own. The area wasn't exactly the best and the casino itself was run by Decepticons- technically, it was run by Dirge last he heard. He shouldn't be here; he shouldn't this, he shouldn't that. Bah. He'd told Wing he'd be here and he would.
So in he strides, having long since mastered the art of looking like he belonged somewhere. It was astounding what having that proper presence would let one get away with. He ignores the glances from the security mechs and the patrons hanging around by the doors- an Autobot medic from the upper levels wasn't something that probably waltzed in every day- and continued on, his optics searching for the white of Wing's armor around the clutter of tables and bodies.
WHAT: As promised, Ratchet shows up to hang out with Wing
WHERE: "Viva la Greed"
WHEN: The evening a day after this.
WARNINGS/NOTES: None currently
It should have bothered Ratchet, coming down here on his own. The area wasn't exactly the best and the casino itself was run by Decepticons- technically, it was run by Dirge last he heard. He shouldn't be here; he shouldn't this, he shouldn't that. Bah. He'd told Wing he'd be here and he would.
So in he strides, having long since mastered the art of looking like he belonged somewhere. It was astounding what having that proper presence would let one get away with. He ignores the glances from the security mechs and the patrons hanging around by the doors- an Autobot medic from the upper levels wasn't something that probably waltzed in every day- and continued on, his optics searching for the white of Wing's armor around the clutter of tables and bodies.