Wing is at the bar less and less these days: it just doesn't feel the same without the resounding tones of Soundwave's presence. There's a vacancy now, a hollow echo, that just doesn't sound right with him not here. The mech had been one of Wing's first friends when they'd all arrived here and his loss has weighed more heavily than most.

Thankfully Wing have made friends with more than just Soundwave when he arrived. He'd promised Blurr that he'd stop into the bar and lend a hand now that they were short staffed again. Law Committee business had kept the knight from arriving during the rush, but he knows closing up is some of the hardest and least rewarding work of running this establishment.

He slips in quietly, just in case there are still overcharged mechs with sensitive audio receptors lying about, looking about for the bluebot.