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WHO: Blurr and whoever
WHERE: The bar
WHEN: Afternoon - night.
WHAT: There's different options, check below c:
WARNINGS: None!

The more he looked, the more he discovered, the clearer it was that Magnus was nowhere to be found. That Saber was gone and that his room was empty again because his roommate went missing too. Blurr got as close to the badlands as he could looking for them but he came back to the Haven alone each time.

He wanted to explore further but due to all the recent events he was always afraid of leaving for too long. There was always some problem or another. Barricade told him that he had to reduce his stress levels and Blurr, for once, tried to listen. He worked at the bar almost each night now, trying to keep his mind occupied.

[At the bar - Middle of the night]

Drinks, drinks and more drinks. When Blurr was not mixing drink or cleaning, he was juggling cubes at a very high speed to increase his reflexes. He still needed some more practice mixing different grades of energon but at least nothing exploded anymore.

[Closing - late night]

Fun was over and it was time to restock the bar, clean and make sure that those who were too overcharged could find their way out. Blurr rubbed his helm, tired, and looked around. Then up. Then he frowned.

How that cube got stuck to the ceiling he had no idea but it was going to be a pain to get out. Even while standing on the counter and stretching his arms he was too short to reach it.

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Blurr's hand is already reaching out to put another cube in front of Hot Rod. He thinks the bot could use a few more drinks.

"Did you try asking your FirstForged about it?"

It hadn't been his plan to drink too much, but given the turn of things, maybe another round or two couldn't hurt.

Hot Rod forced a laugh. "You say that like I should know how things work around here. I wasn't under the impression that you could just up and talk to them."

The cubes aren't the most high grade they have, Blurr is benign careful not to get people too drunk unless they really want to be.

"Oh sorry. You technically can do that. Some are more easy to reach than others but most of them respond, specially if you ask about your own FirstForged."

Well, at least that was one less thing to worry about. Hot Rod had no intention of getting drunk, at least not on purpose.

"Seriously? I guess that's useful to know. I...just have no idea what you mean by my own Firstforged."

That was really good because Blurr didn't know where Hot Rod slept and it would be hard to help him get home if he were drunk.

"All of use wear a mark that is the symbol of a FirstForged." Blurr points to his arms. His glyph is solid gold and has a purple outline. "Vector is mine. What colors is your glyph?"

"Huh." Hot Rod tilted his head as he looked at the other bot's glyph. At least Blurr's was colorful!

"It's just white," he said as he tapped his own arm where the glyph stood out against his bright paint job.

Very. It go the purple outline recently, Blurr was still trying to figure out why.

"OH! White is Prima~ One of the most powerful FirstForged. Megatronus doesn't like him much so be careful if you meet him." McCrane learned that the hard way.

"Prima...." he repeated thoughtfully. "Uh- wait, Megatronus? As in Megatron?" With a name like that, the warning was a little unnecessary. Too bad he didn't catch the names the last time he'd spoken to them, otherwise he would have realized he'd already spoken to the two. It wasn't a pleasant conversation anyway.

"Yes, like that. But he's the one who came first and he's probably tired of people making that association." Blurr wasn't sure if that bothered the Firsforged, and frankly he couldn't care less. They didn't had the best sort of relationship.

"O-oh, I see. Well, it's not like we can help it." They hadn't had the best experiences with Megatron, after all, and with a name like that, all the more reason to be wary.

"No, we can't. But let's not talk about him." Too many bad memories. "What did you use to do in your world? The Hot Rod I know is the leader of a special team."

     Hot Rod nodded, not really feeling like pursuing any topic on Decepticons anyway.

     "Me? I..." He paused. "...I really didn't do much of anything, nothing specific like that." That hurt to admit once he realized it. All he did was goof off and get in the way...

     Get Optimus killed...

"Ah. Can I ask you something? It might sound weird but Did the war end in your world with the Autobot's victory? Because so far it seem that it only happened in mine." And frankly, it was a rather depression realization.

"Huh?" He lifted his head, jerking out of his own thoughts.

"...so far as I'm aware, we're still at war back home," Hot Rod replied, shaking his head. "The Decepticons have overrun Cybertron, they nearly demolished Autobot City back in earth... And now on top of that, we have Unicron to deal with."

"Your world too?" Blurr looked down, clearly disappointed. It hurt to imagine such an awful future. "That seems to be the common trait of many realities. Unicron too?"

The other Autobot nodded reluctantly. "Sure seems like it. -and yeah, he just appeared recently. Started munching Cybertron's moons, so we were on our way to save our friends who were stationed there at the time. Kup and I crash-landed on this planet called Quintessa where we met this guy who told us that his planet also fell victim to Unicron."

He sighed. "All the more reason why I got upset to hear the first time I was around that those without glyphs were subject to being used by him."

The blue mech listened in silence, eyes widening slightly. All the universes where to drastically different from his own."And you said you where doing nothing...that sounds pretty important to me, Hot Rod."

Blurr nods briefly. "It was really hard for all us. Ultra Magnus lost someone important for him too because of it."

     He rubbed the back of his head. "I don't know, things just keep happening... I just hope the others are okay..."

     Were they all just waiting? Things seemed to carry on, at least, given what he heard from Springer the last time. It was hard to wrap his processors around.

     "...yeah, I think I remember that..." Hot Rod said quietly.

"I understand the sentiment. I'm sorry that this conversation turned out this way, my fault." Blurr gave the mech an apologetic look. People came to the bar to have fun, not to remember sad thing. "Do you want another drink? Something a bit more strong, perhaps?"

"Nah, I guess it would have come up sooner or later. Maybe." Hot Rod waved it off, giving a shrug as he poked at his cube.

"Know what, sure. Hit me." At this point he figured things couldn't possibly get any worse.

" Maybe, but still..." Blurr nodded and went go get another cube. This time he looked around until he found a specific one. It was light pink with a darker red in the center. That part was of a high grade than the rest of the liquid.

"Here, try this one. It's a special mix."

Eying the concoction once it was set before him, Hot Rod picked it up, giving the cube a swirl. "Well, here it goes," he said, promptly downing its contents. It wasn't bad, he thought. And then the punch came.

Blurr waited and he drank, seeming slightly nervous. That wasn't a strange look on him, considering how he could rarely stand still, but he was hoping that Hot Rod enjoyed the drink.

"-wow!" he gasped, setting the cube down as he rested his arms against the counter. "Heh, that one definitely has a kick."

That made Blurr smile. he was still learning how to mix drinks properly but that one was a relatively easy one that always surprised people.

"I'm glad you like it. I've been practicing more and more but I'm still not perfect at mixing drinks." He looked around as a different mech wanted to get his attention for a drink. "Oh, I should go. If you need anything else let me know, alright?"

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