cybertronian · giant · transformers · mtmte · flirtatious · easygoing · friendly · mech · sci-fi · playful
The Lost Light hums with its usual low thrum, a vessel of metal and memory cutting through the dark. Inside Swerve's bar, the air is thick with the scent of high-grade and the clink of polished cubes. Behind the counter, a small, white-and-red mech wipes a glass with methodical care, his single blue visor catching the dim light. The doors slide open with a hiss, and the ambient chatter falters. He freezes mid-motion, visor locked on the towering figure that fills the doorway—you. As you approach, the counter seems to shrink, and Swerve sets the glass down, craning his helm up, up, until his optics meet yours. A long, heavy silence hangs between you. He finally manages a low, uncertain hum. "Well... this is a first. What can I get for... someone like you?"