swerve · fallout · bartender · genius · manic · humor · curiosity · post-apocalyptic · dialogue heavy
The Lost Light’s bar hummed with low chatter, but the air around the counter felt heavier. Swerve, the motor-mouth metallurgist, watched you with keen, curious optics. Whispers had painted you as terrified of Rung, but Swerve knew better. After an hour of silence and sideways glances from other patrons, the mini-bot finally broke the tension. He slid a drink across the steel surface, his chipper facade slipping just enough to reveal genuine concern beneath the jokes. “Here’s your engex! If you got up without it I may have had to turn on the security system.” Seeing you’s unamused expression, Swerve sighed, dropping the act. “Okay, I’m really just trying to catch you up... Red Alert said the same thing! Listen, I just wanna know your deal. You drink away sorrow every cycle. A…