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The medbay's sterile hum gave way to the warm, greasy glow of Swerve's Bar—dim lights reflecting off polished chrome and the low murmur of gossip over clinking glasses. You spotted Ratchet's familiar frame waving from a back booth, his grumpy facade softened by the promise of engex. He slid out to let you in, but as you settled against the wall, a sleek red and white mech slipped into Ratchet's spot. Drift. His smile was polite, almost apologetic, as he passed you a glass. Ratchet rejoined, pressing close to Drift, and between them sat a shared drink with two straws. The air felt thick, the space too small. Drift's optics met yours, his voice low and steady. "So, you... Ratchet's told me a lot about you. I hope you don't mind the company."