Someone badly needs a drink, and it's not Skyfire
A very large white Autobot with wings steps into Pyro's Bar; leaning lightly on Skyfire's arm is a silver-toned Autobot female. Though she keeps her step steady, the exhaustion and worse on her face is apparent to those who care to look.
Skyfire glances around; it's a relatively quiet hour, and there's only a few solitary drinkers besides themselves. Not that that is any guarantee; there seems to be a Nexus rule that no matter how empty Pyro's is, as soon as you sit down with a drink, a few dozen old friends and/or enemies will show up to chat.
Skyfire glances around; it's a relatively quiet hour, and there's only a few solitary drinkers besides themselves. Not that that is any guarantee; there seems to be a Nexus rule that no matter how empty Pyro's is, as soon as you sit down with a drink, a few dozen old friends and/or enemies will show up to chat.