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WHO: OPEN
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN All day.
WHAT: Meet the newest bartender the bar has to offer... Or complain that a vampire is working somewhere so public to other customers.
WARNINGS: None? Dead End?

He'd only been working at the bar for a month and it was already stressful. During that time Rung had been killed and come back, and there were times where he just didn't want to be mixing drinks, he wanted to be keeping an optic on the therapist - just in case. Then there were the times when he was working with Blurr. The one who had hired him and knew nothing about mixing drinks. It was frustrating and made him incredibly nervous considering the Autobot's other job was that of a cop.

How long until the universe decided to torment him again? Probably wouldn't be long really. given his luck.

Thankfully this day he was working by himself, or at least for the time being. He had time to brood inbetween orders and when things were slow, and just worry about all the what ifs and could happens. Able to just lean back behind the bar and prod at an empty cube. Anyone wants a drink and they'll call him, he's sure.

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He'd be lying if he said he didn't like seeing Dead End happy like this. It brought a smile to his face, reaching over to touch the other's hand when he came close.

"No, not tonight. I ended early since I didn't have much going on," he mused, squeezing his lover's hand. "I thought I'd come see how you were doing."

Clearly the other was doing well and that made the therapist quite happy to see.

"A drink would be nice."

The bartender's smile widens as Rung takes hold of his hand, happy for the contact - small as it is. It's really good to see Rung here, to have him right there.

"It's been an okay day so far... Haven't died, so that's good." That's about as positive as he gets honestly, but at least he's trying. Even if he only tries when Rung's around and the day hasn't been scrap.

"I'm... I'm glad you came. You always do make things better." And he means it. In so many ways did Rung help with just making things brighter when he was around. Thankfully making things brighter wasn't really all that involved with making things physically brighter, him being a mech preferring the dark.

Dead End rests his free hand atop Rung's giving a quick look around. "...Ever wanted to make your own drink?"

"Yes, well, that is a good thing. I'm rather fond of you being alive," Rung murmured, squeezing the other's hand again and clinging a bit. He still wants to eliminate that negativity completely one day but this is better than nothing.

If he could blush, Rung would be, but the flustered look probably expresses how he's feeling well enough. It's paired with an almost shy smile as he glances down, caressing his lover's hand a bit.

"I could say the same for you," he replied softly, glancing back at the other with a warm, loving sort of look.

And then there's a flicker of surprise.

"I...well, I suppose it could be interesting to learn."

"I prefer being alive too." He couldn't say that he wanted to die, even with his broody negative attitude, death wasn't on his wish list.

The smile on Dead End's face doesn't change as Rung looks away. He never means to make the other flustered, but it just tends to happen every now and then, and he'd be lying if he didn't say it was endearing.

"I think you're the one that starts it," he grins in response. He doesn't really see how a mech like him - someone who's always brooding or being depressed - could be considered to make anything better.

But that's not too important right now.

He holds onto Rung's hand tightly, "You're going to have to join me on this side of the bar."

"I'm glad to hear you say that," Rung said as his optics brightened, sincerely pleased to hear the other say that.

It's what he's been working for after all.

Squeezing the other's hands, he slides off his seat as he nods.

"I think I could do that," he mused, making his way around the bar--still managing to hold onto the other's hand--sliding back to stand with the other. "So what are we going to be making, hm?" The therapist didn't hesitate to press up close to the other's side, engine giving a happy little rev.

He returns the squeeze as Rung makes his way around to the opposite side of the bar, "I don't mean to worry you." But he knows he does, he'd been doing it from before they'd gotten together and it was doubtful that change would affect how the other felt. If anything the therapist was more likely now to worry than before.

As Rung pushes himself up close, Dead End works at prying their hands apart so that he can wrap his arms around the other's middle. Get comfortable.

"We could make something simple. Something with a little bit of a stir... Or you could pick your favorite and we could go from there." His own engine rumbles in response, currently not too focused on the fact that this is a very public place to be doing something like this.

Rung's definitely not objecting to the public display, if only because he's happy and for once he's going to put that in front of professionalism.

Hands resting against the other's chest, stroking lightly as he thinks it over for a moment before giving the other a small smile.

"Let's just do something simple. I don't honestly know that many drinks, because I'm not usually the go out to the bar type," he said with a slight shrug, leaning up after a second to kiss the other lightly. "And then we can go from there."

Dead End was never really the professional acting type, back before the war he'd flirt with customers, pull the occasional prank and even give free drinks - from his own pay of course. So this public display isn't too far of a stretch for him, although he'd changed a lot since then and Knock Out would kill him if he found out. He just has to keep people from noticing because pushing Rung away isn't something on his mind.

He hums slightly as he presses back into the kiss, fingers gently rubbing the other's back. "Simple works," he smiles. Chances were it would have the best results, as far as taste went and having Rung actually like what he makes is a pretty important thing.

"Ready whenever you are," he says leaning in for another kiss, before shifting slightly to grab a few things around Rung.

You keeping kissing him like that, Dead End, and you're never going to get to teach him how to make a drink.

The therapist smiles happily before chuckling, moving some to allow his lover an easier time of getting what he needs for this little lesson.

"So, pardon my complete lack of bar knowledge but what is everything you're grabbing?" he asked, head tilting some as he looked at Dead End, clearly not the usual bar going citizen.

Actually, he hadn't been since he was thrown on a table way back when.

He'd have no problem simply standing around making out, rather than making drinks, but he might start ignoring customers and that wouldn't be that great as far as keeping this job went. Probably. But really he'd be all for it if that's what Rung decided on.

The Decepticon places a cube of liquid in Rung's hand, giving him a light peck on the cheek as a bonus.

"It's different grades of energon, each has their own taste so we're going to start by just mixing grades. Simple stuff that doesn't need much else."

He thinks Rung'll like what they make, and if not then they can do something a little more complicated.

"I see. What is the range of flavors?" the therapist mused as he took the cube, smiling softly at the peck to his cheek.

He has no doubts that he'll like whatever the other makes for him because the other just seems to be that skilled at what he does. It's good to see his lover so in his element and at ease.

It makes his engine rev contently as he cradles the cube in both hands.

"There's quite a few really, and each flavor usually has a few grades that range from mild to something stronger." He starts with a smile, wrapping his arms back around Rung properly.

"There's a particular grade that's kind of, I guess tangy would be the best description. And with a little bit of oil and tweaking you can make it taste almost exactly like a Vehicon. In fact there's a higher grade of energon that's pretty sweet, and if we could make it just a little softer it might almost taste like yo-"

Dead End. Dead End this is not a conversation topic to be talking to a companion about. Or anyone.

His wings drop and he looks away a bit nervously, "I uh..."

Fix this now. He needs to fix this.

"I mean... is there a flavor you wanted?"

He really can't decide whether to be amused or horrified. Because it is kind of funny to listen to the other talking about drinks and the flavor of bot they are but, at the same time, it's also horrible.

So he opts for a kind of..in between state, watching the other with a slightly amused and slightly nervous look, fidgeting just a bit.

"...I'm not sure. Outside of the--ah--ones you mentioned--" There's an understanding look there, Dead End. It's okay. "--what other flavors are we looking at?"

No, it's not okay. It's nowhere near okay. He said something he shouldn't have and he made Rung uncomfortable for it.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, leaning his head down against the therapist's neck.

He should have watched what he said.

"I shouldn't be saying those things..." Not to him. Those are things that he should have probably kept private.

Okay, focus Dead End. Rung asked a question, he should probably answer.

"We could... go with something smooth? And there's the sweet and uh the tangy stuff. And then there's harsher and bitter flavors... Or just really strong high grade. Could probably make some sour stuff too..."

Lifting a hand to rest it against the back of Dead End's neck, Rung shakes his head a bit before nuzzling his lover some.

"It's alright," he reassured him, engine revving softly in a comforting manner as he listened to the other go on.

At least he was still talking--staying put even. That was a good sign right?

"Something smooth sounds wonderful to me. Perhaps a touch sweet as well if possible?" Rung asked, pulling back some to try and catch Dead End's gaze.

Despite Rung's assuring, it doesn't feel alright. What it feels like, is he shouldn't have opened his mouth. At least not about anything that wasn't tied to flirting in a sense, with the therapist.

"I- okay," even if he doesn't really believe it. The engine rev is however comforting, and his grip around Rung tightens for a brief moment.

When Rung pulls away slightly he does his best to offer up a smile, not as convincing as his earlier ones, but at least he's trying right?

"That should be doable," he says, fully letting go of the other so he can double check that they have the right materials needed for the what Rung wants.

"Here," he hands the other a cube. "We can do this the simple way, should taste just fine."

The therapist is relaxed again, brushing the incident aside because, well, Dead End does feed off others; he's known that. So hearing him talk about it is just another thing that he's going to have to get use to is all.

And he doesn't mind. Not as long as the other is happy.

Taking the cube that's handed to him, Rung smiles.

"Alright, sounds good. What does the simple way entail?"

"Stirring," he responds, setting up everything Rung isn't holding, on the counter in some kind of order. "It's easy enough that anyone can do it."

Except Blurr- wait.

"Not that I'm saying you couldn't handle anything else-" Backpeddle! First he's freaking Rung out with his diet and now he accidentally insulted him! He can't do anything right.

"It's just... It's good for beginners." Please don't hate him.

"We," he's an idiot how could he have said that!

"We start by pouring the smallest ingrident into that cube," he points to the cube in Rung's hands. "And then we work up to the biggest and stir... Then you pour it into a nice cube and ta-da..."

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