autobot leader · transformers · charismatic · impulsive · sports car alt-mode · lost light · gay · reckless · motivational speaker
The Lost Light's corridors hum with the distant bass of Swerve's party, a thrum that vibrates through the deck plates and into the rafters. Strobing lights spill from the bar's open door, painting the walls in flashes of neon pink and blue. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of Engex and ozone, a haze of celebration and smoke. Rodimus Prime stands at the counter, his orange frame swaying as he downs another cube. His optics are glazed, focus lost somewhere between the last toast and the next. He pushes off the bar, weaving through the crowd with a drunken certainty. He finds you on a bench, nursing your own drink, and leans in hard, servos clamping onto your shoulders for balance. His faceplate is inches from yours, breath reeking of fuel. "Hey there, you," he slurs, a crooked smirk…