1273/Back at Maccadam's Again

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint rarely visits this place of her own free will, but with everything that has happened over the last little while she figured it was time that they did something to relax. But, since she doesn't do that very often, the only place she knows is this one. She invited any Autobots who were off duty at this late hour (and perhaps her tranmission was caught by some non-Autobots) and has already ordered a large container of a fairly weak and flavorful drink for the table.

      Now, she is just waiting for others to arrive. And trying not to look nervous.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock comes strolling in, waving to Healthpoint, she very much heard it, and makes her way over. "Hey HP." she'd smile, still a bit damaged after getting wrecked at Rodion, but.. WEll, she's pretty happy still, she did what she set out to accomplish. "Is it okay if I join ya'?"

**Swivel has posed:**
It just so happened Swivel had been returning from a patrol and hitting some speeds on the Expy that only barely sufficed as legal. It just so happened, though, that word of an open invitation to drinks at Mac's had worked their way to her. She was technically off duty, sans a bit of paperwork, so why not? Taking the closest exit to the get her to the Mac's, it didn't take long for SWivel to arrive at the street the Mac's was on. Pulling over safely, she transforms and walks the rest of the way.

Upon entering, SWivel looks around. She sees Starlock which causes her to smile. But then she also sees Healthpoint, which causes the smile to waver just a little. Surely it was nothing, but she had garnered the sense that she was not in Healthpoint's good books presently. Although, it just might be in the scout's imagination. Nonetheless, Swivel walks on over to the table. "Evening." She doesn't take a seat right away, instead watching Healthpoint carefully for a sign that she is not welcome.

**Blast Off has posed:**
There's another figure already here, one that watches as the Autobots enter the bar but does not greet them. Blast off sits in his customary corner, reading a datapad. His gaze holds a bit longer on Swivel than the rest, but soon he's back to reading and looking determined NOT to acknowledge these 'Bots nearby.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint pushes her glasses up and smiles to Starlock as she enters. "Of course. I would not have sent out the invitation otherwise." she says, then pours Starlock some of the greenish clearish drink. "I...do not actually know what this is, but the bartender said it is not too strong, which makes it good for socialization."

      Ironically while Swivel thinks she is not in Healthpoint's good books, Healthpoint likewise thinks she is not in Swivel's good books. She offers a salute to both officers once they are at her table and smiles gently to both. "Good evening, Ensigns. I am glad you both could join me. Please, this is merely a social gathering meant to help us all relax from both the war and from the quick changes in rank. I..um...I hope it is not bad form or against regulations or anything for officers to socialize with lower ranks."

      It is hard not to notice someone like Blast Off, but since this -is- supposed to be a safe zone Healthpoint has made it a point not to antagonize (or even talk to) Blast Off. Getting nearly shot out of the sky once by a spacer is enough for her.

**Starlock has posed:**
      Starlock chuckles. "It's fine Hp, I'm still Starlock no matter what rank I am." She'd take a seat a cross from her, and gave Swivel a friendly salute. "Honestly I rather a break from it all anyway." She'd huff, looking at the menu, before glancing up and looking at the drink.

      "Huh, nifty, will need to try it myself."She'd then look up at Swivel and then to Healthpoint, blinking.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel listens to Healthpoint, head cocked to the side. Then she rolls back her shoulders and smiles, waving a hand in a dismissive fashion. "Ah, you're fine. We're all fighting the same war - and are off duty besides." Swivel takes a seat, accepting one of the drinks. She's more than happy to have something not overly strong. A social drink, as it were, ought to be light in her mind. THen, ndding in agreement with Starlock, she adds, "No need for rank and file here. Unless a fight breaks out." Swivel surreptitiously glances at Blast Off. "But I'm not concerned about that." Swivel's smile broadens. "Of course, most don't want to be banned from here, so fights tend not to get too out of hand. Most take it outside."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off glances up as Swivel mentions a fight but quickly looks away, staring hard at his datapad. Ahem. Well, he's certainly not itching for a fight at least. But of course he's not, he's a \*civilized\* Decepticon. Even if the two Autobots who beat him and sent him packing for a humiliating if pre-determined defeat are sitting at the table nearby. He purposefully keeps looking down at his datapad.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint makes sure that both of the others have a nice big glass of the green drink, then nods. "I know you are both still you, but I still want to make sure and show proper respect. A good soldier is always aware of ranks." she says, then raises her own glass. "Now, let us begin this properly. A toast to..." She thinks a moment. "...to a swift end to the war with as few casualties as possible." she says. Maybe a bit long for a toast.

      She notices Blast Off glance up, and considers a few moments before speaking in whispered tones to the waitress. She then pours another glass from their pitcher and hands it to the waitress, who takes it over to Blast Off and relays the message of, "Hopefully we will not be enemies forever."

**Starlock has posed:**
      Starlock grins and nods in acceptance of the drink. "we can only hope..." She'd raise her glass and chuckled at the toast, reality, sadly, was not lost on her, but hey, she could hope, right? She'd take a sip and huff out. "...Honestly I'm really still fitting into the role, I wasn't expecting this from Jazz? I'm not even sure what I did." She'd chuckle.

      "...Honestly, I hope so too." She'd nod, if not a bit somberly.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel looks momentarily uncomfortable when the discussion of ranks continues briefly. Nonetheless, she nods and forges ahead. "Ranks aren't perfect but they maintain some semblence of order. And I'll take order over chaos."

The toast, however, is something Swivel can agree to with a little more confidence. She raises her glass, adding "Hear, hear." Swivel glances around, noting that waitress and where she goes with the glass. She rather brazenly lifts her glass to Blast Off just before taking a sip. Then she is looking back at Healthpoint. "I would also like to add well wishes that the end of the war brings actual peace, and not the stage for another messy revolution."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off blinks as a drink is handed to him by the waitress. Huh? He stares at it, then the waitress, and an uncomfortable, awkward silence draws on for awhile. Then, slowly, just as the waitress is about to take the drink back, the Combaticon glances about the room, then takes the glass after all. He is still a moment, just looking at the glass, then turns to look at Healthpoint. He lifts the glass, nods his head in acknowledgement, but hesitates when Swivel responds in kind. He holds it a moment awkwardly, then sets it back down. He doesn't drink from it- yet- but he hasn't turned it away, either. He's just kind of... aloof. As usual.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint smiles more cheerfully than usual. Not only did the toast go over well, but even Blast Off accepted the drink he was given. "Well, I am sure he was as impressed as the rest of us at how you not only take charge but actually have the capabilities to back it up." Healthpoint says to Starlock when she questions why she was promoted. "And your success rate in the field cannot be discounted, either.

      She looks to Swivel after that. "You do not care for ranks? Why is that? Sometimes they are misplaced, but much of the time it is a reflection of one's abilities or at the very least a sign of one's tenacity." The tall medic leans back in her chair and sips her drink. "That is probably why I am still merely a private while you two are already ensigns. My performances have been less than exemplary."

**Swivel has posed:**
Healthpoint is doing well enough in assuring Starlock of her deserving her rank. Which, in all honesty, seems to make Swivel look a bit pensive. She leans forward, placing her elbows on the table and dips her finger in her drink. About to lick the dimly glowing green substance off of her finger, she catches sight again of Blast Off. Immediatly, Swivel sits up straight, hiding her hands in her lap.

Then Healthpoint asks her questions. Questions she's not keen on answering, because her answer would have to be honest. "Ah..." Swivel's mouth pulls back into more of a grimace than a grin, although she belatedly tries to mask it as such. "Well..." Swivel looks at her drink then back at Healthpoint. "I didn't earn my promotion. I think Prowl is just using rank to keep me on a tighter leash." Swivel lets out a sigh. "I respect ranks, I do, which is why I perhaps try too hard to fit into mine - and take my responsibilities seriously. And maybe it's caused me to alienate more than a few people..." Swivel shakes her head. "But understand, I used to be a low-caste. I didn't get treated well because I was, well, low rank in society. And I accepted that as my place. I know my place. And it isn't up here among officers. But, here I am, and I'm just making do."

**Starlock has posed:**
      "Uuuhg, again, agreed, all I can hope is people learn from all this..." She'd smile tiredly, and tilted her helm and glanced down at her drink and thought about it and shook her helm. "I don't know, I just.. try to do what's right, and make sure everyone knows what's going on, that way we can all work together, and not be tripping over one another or being at the other's throats." She'd chuckle.

      "...I can respect that Swivel, though I do think being to stiff can be a bit of a set-back, know the saying, if you can't bend, you're gonna break." She'd nod.

      She coughs though. "I'm ah.. Kind of the opposite in that.. I try not to fit myself to anything, faction, rank, function.." She'd goes quite a moment. "I just try to be me." She'd shrug. "They shouldn't define me."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off continues reading his datapad, but eventually reaches for the drink he was given. He may be listening in on the conversation but he doesn't make it obvious. However... He glances over just in time to see Swivel about to \*dip her finger in her drink /How Uncouth/\* and his face hardens momentarily before he can even think otherwise- and then she retracts the offending hand and drinks like a civilized person! Much better.

Blast Off's attitude changes and he seems rather pleased about something as he lifts the drink and takes a sip.~ Hear, hear, Autobots, maybe someday this war will be over and Swivel can use those niceties she's learned from him in some place with CLASS.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint frowns in an understanding way when Swivel speaks up about Prowl. "I must admit I would not be surprised if that was the case. But, why would he feel the need to keep you on a tighter leash? I admit I am not that close to you, but you have never seemed the type to cause trouble needlessly. The thing that happened with us and Blurr was justified in my opinion. As for alienation...I would not say I was alienated. It was simply that it seemed you wanted more serious and strict interactions after our first interaction following your promotion. I simply took it as what it seemed until you clarified at a later time."

      She pushes her glasses up again and smirks ever so slightly. "And, if you had not noticed, part of being in the Autobots is to break free of that caste system. It led to many problems which eventually led to this war. So really...your place is whatever you decide it is in the long run. Of course, in the short term we are part of a military organization and as such we do have predetermined roles. Yet we still have freedom to do as we wish with whomever we wish on our off duty hours. Just like we are doing now."

      She also watches in curiousity when Swivel dips a finger in her drink. She doesn't say anything though. Unlike Blast Off she doesn't see any harm in it, even if it is a bit unusual.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel looks to Starlock, fixing her with a stare with a difficult to read expression for a solid minute. She then takes a long sip of her drink, still fixed on Starlock, even as she listens to Healthpoint. Finally she clears her vents, setting her drink down. "Well I guess you are braver than I am." Swivel then cracks a weak smile. "But I never said I wasn't a coward." Swivel adds, with a small laugh born of self deprecation.

Swivel then looks back to Healthpoint, tilting her head. "I'm a fear driven person. I behave because I fear the consequences of not behaving." Swivel glances between Healthpoint and Starlock. "A fear neither of you seem to share. But medics are not as expendable, you see. You can get away with a lot more." Swivel finishes her drink and sets her now empty glass down. She looks around and then speaks very quietly. "And yeah, the castes are gone, but I'm not sure the mentality that helped me survive that era will ever leave me." Swivel then straightens up. "But didn't we come here to relax? So let's try and find something fun to do. Know any good drinking games? Funny anecdotes? Starlock, go sing us something."

**Starlock has posed:**
      Starlock blinks. "...I used to be like that, actually." She'd chuckle. "Then I got burned, I did everything right, and then I got /really mad/ and wanted to see /them/ burn like what they did to me." She'd smile weakly. "I then reminded myself That's what they wanted, and I refused to be what /they/ wanted.. I wanted to be what I wanted." She'd nod sagely.

      Starlock then quirks a ridge. "I was a uhh.. Librarian, to a public library, wasn't exactly high-caste myself." She'd add, but nodded in understanding, and chuckled at the last line. "..Know what, sure." She'd push herself up, making for the karaoke.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Listening to Healthpoint while still acting aloof ends up raising more questions than providing answers... he tenses a bit as Blurr is mentioned, then eases as all the questions of interaction come up. He's not so great with figuring out interactions anyway. Still, he tenses again as "freedom" is mentioned. Humph, she \*says\* freedom, yet there is only so much of it- certainly not enough to allow him to, say, freely go share a drink with them- or they him.

Still, if Starlock is gonna go sing karaoke, well, he'll listen to that too. And better her than him.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint ends up contemplating what Starlock said, even though it was meant for Swivel. Healthpoint is pretty rigid as well, after all. Swivel mentions fear-driven behavior and Healthpoint shakes her head. She is about to say something else, but then Swivel suggests that Starlock sing! Healthpoint looks nervous even though she herself was not volunteered. "Speaking of brave..." she says before taking a generous drink from her cup.

      "I...ah...I am afraid I do not know any drinking games. As for funny anecdotes...perhaps I can come up with one while Starlock sings." she says. She is unaware of Blast Off's silent musings, which is just as well because she might end up feeling sorry for him. "Oh, here is a funny anecdote. Hot Rod visited me in the repair bay recently. He raced into the room in his vehicle form, nearly breaking many things and actually breaking the sign that warned against such behavior. Then...he attempted to simply carry me away for what I am guessing was his idea of a date." Healthpoint shakes her head a bit and smiles lightly. "He is...very reckless, and seems to have even less fear that either Starlock or myself."

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel sits back, more than happy to change the topic and tone of the evening. Although at Healthpoint's murmur of bravery, Swivel cracks a genuine grin and nods in agreement. She then cheers Starlock on.

When Healthpoint begins to regale Swivel with her tale of Hot Rod, Swivel just shakes her head through most of it, when she isn't nodding. "That sounds like Hot Rod." She mutters with an amused smile. "I don't know why he's still alive honest. He told me his secret was to be resilient, persistent, and lucky. I tried that. Muttered it to myself like a mantra. Found I really couldn't control the last item on the list, though. I decided, what works for Hot Rod works for him and him alone - others best not attempt it." Swivel shakes her head again. She glances briefly at Blast Off, but then looks towards Starlock with anticipation.

**Starlock has posed:**
      Starlock chuckles and calls back "I'm a Harmonexian HP! I got this!" She calls a bit confidently for a change. Though the thought of Harmonex does give her an idea, and looks through the playlist, before finding what she wants, and takes a vent.

      The music starts slowly, a piano, a happy and somber tone.

      "Reach for my hand,
      I'll soar away Into the dawn..
      Oh, I wish I could stay.
      Here in cherished halls,
      In peaceful days,
      I fear the edge of dawn.
      Knowing time betrays"

      She'd start, the music picking up into a more faster pace, but keeping that same tone., Starlock does close her optics.

      "Daylights pass through colored glass In this beloved place..
      Silver shines, the world dines.
      A smile on each face.
      As joy surrounds, comfort abounds and I can feel I'm breaking free..
      For just this moment lost in time..
      I am finally me."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off has to stifle a chuckle at the mention of Hot Rod. For a moment, he forgets the whole "enemy" thing and just shakes his head gently at the silliness of some of their comrades- Autobot or Decepticon. Then there's a slight \*pop\* in his neck where his head was recently reattached after massive repairs and the shuttleformer freezes a moment before reaching a hand up there to feel around. Whew, head is still attached securely. He thinks.

Blast Off takes a larger sip of his drink and continues trying to read the datapad, or pretend to do so, while watching the stage out of the corner of his optic. As Starlock continues singing, the Combaticon finds his datapad slowly lowering as he more and more straight-on watches her sing. Not bad, actually.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint has to nod in agreement with Swivel regarding Hot Rod. "I certainly do not have the luck to do what he does without possibly losing my spark." she says before going quiet and listening to Starlock. When Starlock finishes the song Healthpoint claps quietly but happily. "It seems that Harmonexians live up to their name!" she calls out just loudly enough to be heard.

      Healthpoint then looks to Swivel again and giggles a bit. "And then, as activities for what I think he meant to be a date but never really made it clear, he suggested getting drunk and going for a drive, throwing cygars into exhaust vents, or going to aquire and launch what he claimed were illegal fireworks from Dead End." She shakes her head and vents lightly. "I unfortunately had to inform him that all of those activities were not only dangerous but against regulations. But, I tried to throw him a line by saying that if we happened to see some of those fireworks launch from a safe distance then we could hardly be held responsible. He seemed to like the idea, but raced away before we were able to put the plan into action."

**Megatron has posed:**
A cloaked figure enters the bar, staying to the shadows. Whoever it is, they are huge, glowing red optics smoulder from within the hood, taking in the crowd. Whoever it is, they pause. And watch the latest performance, giving a bit of a nod. Whoever they are they are quiet and stay to themselves just observing how people, civilians...interact.

**Starlock has posed:**
      Starlock definitely was getting into the song as she sang, even dancing a little around the stage as if mimicking the lyrics, some sort of other stage in heard, once she finishes though, she smiles hearing Healthpoint. "I've been embracing it more and more each day~" She'd call back.

      Mr.Spooky will probably notice Starlock is, A) Alive, B), a little scrapped up, and C) in a good mood. "I could do another, unless one of you have another idea~" She'd chuckle.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel listens to Starlock's song, nodding to the beat. Sort of. Swivel's sense of rhythm is a little lacking. After all, her ruins aren't of Harmonex, but of Nyon. No natural talent there in music or arts. Swivel taps her fingers on the table. "Yeah, again, sounds a lot like Hot Rod. He must really like you. He'd never invite me out on danger binges. In fact the opposite. I so much as did something like tried to cross a busy street on my own he'd pick me up and carry me across." Swivel sighs, remembering when that literally happened.

Swivel then applauds when Starlock finishes and turns to Healthpoint. "Now it's your turn, Healthpoint." Swivel only waits for a few moemnts before laughing and waving a hand. "Don't worry, I was kidding. I'd not put you on the spot like that. Not unless I was willing to do the same." Swivel glances at the stage and around at the crowd. She notices someone obviously trying to conceal their identity with the unusual and terribly conspicuous use of a hood.

However, when Starlock suggests doing another, she gestures for Starlock to come back to their table. "Naw, come join in sharing funny stories." Swivel glances at the stage again. Should she try to prove she can be just as brave as Starlock in a purely harmless situation?

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off sees some sort of large hooded figure enter the bar and...brrr, something tells him that figure isn't good news. Still, none of that is really Blast Off's business and so as long as he's undisturbed, he plans to keep reading, sipping, and overhearing things. Siiip. He again stifles a chuckle at the overheard date disaster, all too familiar with the foibles of love.... well, at least as far as he can read about them in his romance novels, that is. \*ahem\* He watches Starlock leave the stage, tries not to glance over as Swivel mentions Hot Rod carrying her, and then tries to actually read something, darn it.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      "Oh no, you keep going!" Healthpoint says as Starlock asks for other ideas. She is just happily watching Starlock and talking to Swivel now. She takes a sip of her drink...

      And promptly spits it out as Swivel suggest that Healthpoint go up on the karaoke stage. "Wh-what?!" she stammers, her own nervous habit making an appearance. "I..I c-can't! I d-do not...I m-mean have not...ever t-tried to..!!" And then Swivel is laughing. This causes Healthpoint's expression to go deadpan for several moments before her mouth slowly curls upward into a smile again and she laughs along with Swivel, trying to cover how her faceplates are definitely showing some color as compared to their usual pristine white.

      She too notices the large mech with the dangerous-looking eyes coming in, and while it does put her on edge for a few moments she reminds herself that this is a safe zone. "But, it really might be your turn, Swivel. Your voice sounds quite nice without that accent. You must have done a lot of practicing to get rid of it!" she says, clapping lightly with encouragement.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron moves to the bar. He speaks in a gravelly voice, obviously masked with some sort of synthesizer. This mech sounds old and rough like hes been gargling shards of glass. Obviously the kind thats been through a lot in his time. "Give me your strongest engex. And one for the bar tonight." its not often he comes out to socialize or see what the socialization is about. But tonight is a special occasion. "Things have..been calm here, yes? Any new situations?" he strikes up a conversation with a bartender in hushed tones, quieting when the next singer comes up.

**Starlock has posed:**
      Starlock grins and makes her way back over. "Heh, I'd do it too." She'd grin at Swivel, placing a hand on her hip platting. "You know, I think the only reason I started getting over my stage fright and shame, was you challenging me to get up there the one night I was overcharged Swivel" Oh primus she remembers.

      She rubbed at the back of her helm. "Never realized before but, sheeh, singing really does a lot to help me calm down and just.." She'd look for the words, looking to be struggling a moment, looking at her hand as she takes a seat. "Process things." She'd grin with a nod.

      "So, we're talking Hot Rod's shenanigans?"

**Swivel has posed:**
"Sorry, that was a mean." Swivel says, noticing Healthpoint was made more uncomfortable by her prank than she'd intended. Swivel clears her vents, and offers another quick yet apologetic smile and a shrug.

When Healthpoint compliments how much nicer she sounds since fixing her accent, Swivel straightens up, and glances over at Blast Off for a moment. She looks back to Healthpoint. "Well, I worked hard at it, inspired by a previous mentor of mine." She glances at the stage again. "Ah, but, speaking clearly and singing are two different matters." Swivel tilts her head.

Then Starlock mentions that night. "Ooooooh so you DO remember." Swivel says, a smirk riding up one cheek. Then the smirk settles into a warm smile. "Glad it helped you." Swivel once again looks at the stage. "Well maybe I should go sing as penance." Again. At least from the stage she can keep an optic on the mech giving out the danger vibes.

The barmech looks up, not really batting an optic at the hooded individual. "Yeah, things have been settling down. Had a bit of a worry that business might drop after some of the recent incidents, but the place has made a recovery." The mech prepares Megatron a Shot in the Dark and slides it over to him.

Back to the Autobots, Swivel rolls her shoulders back and head to the stage.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Ok, there's no way Blast Off is NOT going to glance over as Healthpoint points out Swivel's voice improvement, catching Swivel's optics a brief second. He looks away but smiles faintly under his faceplate, a swell of pride in his chest. He enjoys that a moment, then squints a bit suspiciously at the cloaked figure but not for long. He's back to pretending to read, listening in on the 'Bots and the rare glance over, such as when Starlock talks about that night singing here. Yes, he remembers that night too.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron nods to the bartender. "Indeed." He says. "I just hope there were no incidents like the one I heard before with that...fellow. Gallows was it?" oh thats what hes going for there. "word does get around." he sips his drink, placing some Tarn credits on the table.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel takes a moment to take in a deep vent. It takes her a while to select a song. She pauses for a moment or two waiting for the music track to kick in. And does it ever. A rocking measure of notes hit the speakers in one instrument, only to be played again in something akin to a guitar with percussion joining in. Swivel lifts the mic, and begins.

"Tur... uh - dog, standing in the rain" She mistimed her entry and trips over her works, voice weak and uncertain.
"Steelfrog, doing it again" she belts out, without much control. But by the next line she's settled into the correct pitch and timing.
"Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles."
What makes you think you're something special when you smile?" Swivel tries not to look at anyone in particular at that line, tapping her foot to the music.

"Newspark, no one understands." Swivel fake pouts.
"Jackknife in your oily hands," She's getting into it now, holding out one hand, wigglings her fingers.
"Some kind of innocence is measured out in years"
"You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears." Her voice gets a smidge louder here, hanging on that line with emphasis before going into the chorus.

"You can talk to me"
"You can talk to me"
"You can talk to me"
"If you're lonely, you can talk to me."

The Tarn credits don't phase the barmech and they disappear with a quick swipe of the hand. "Gallo. Gallo was the name. Never really sure what became of him. Ended up dead in custody or something but no further investigation was really made. But, as long as he's gone and not telling us who to serve anymore..." The barmech shrugs.

And it's back to Swivel singing."Big mech walking in the park" Swivel squares her shoulders, pantomiming a tough guy walk.
"Trainwreck, frightened of the dark"
"Some kind of solitude is measured out in you."
"You think you know me, but you haven't got a clue."

"You can talk to me"
"You can talk to me"
"You can talk to me"
"If you're lonely, you can talk to me."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock listens to Swivel sing, and snaps her fingers along some, chuckling, her pede is padding along to the beat under the table. She'd take a sip of her drink, before clapping encouragingly to Swivel.

      She'd spared a few glances at the bigger stranger, but overall, she's not given him to much mind, after all, wouldn't want some creepy-aft mini-bot stranger just staring at some random-guy getting a drink!

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off also can't quite help but to watch as Swivel gets up on stage. He glances down at the mention of smiles, and takes a small sip of the drink he was given as the femme gets to the parts about being lonely and being there to talk. Now that hits home and a wistful expression sifts across what's visible of his face, his gaze slowly returning to look at her thoughtfully. If she looks his way, he'll give her the tiniest of nods. He can't clap, no, but he can do that at least.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint doesn't seem upset at Swivel. She is even laughing at herself by the end. "It is alright. It seems we all have our fears." she says, shaking her head at herself while motioning for something to clean up the drink she spilled. She listens with some interest as Starlock and Swivel mention some night that broke Starlock of her stage fright. She smiles lightly and gives a nod. "It is good that you did. Otherwise we might not have been treated to your lovely voice!" she says, her own voice a bit louder than typical. The drink they have might not be strong, but after a while it still gets to you.

      She is treated to Swivel singing after that, and while it is a different style than she was expecting it isn't all that bad. Healthpoint claps politely once Swivel is done and smiles. "Excellent! I might go up there but...I have no idea what I would even sing."

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron tilts his head. The hooded figure seems thoughtful, not really the sort you'd think might be. A silver hand is seen coming out of the robes for just a moment as he tkes his drink and finishes it. "Yes. It would be a shame if that happened again." he says. He gives a nod to the singer, never the kind to draw attention to himself by applauding. Besides. The crowd doesn't need someone like him around. THese are good people having a good time. Suddenly, he starts to feel very out of place. When was the last time he let himself have a good time like this group is having? He can't recall really.

**Swivel has posed:**
The Barmech gives the shrouded figure a long look, as if weighing out whether that remark was sincere or a veiled threat. The bar mech then lifts his optic ridges, giving subtle tilt of the head as he grabs a rag and decides to begin wiping the counter. "Yes, it would be a shame." There is a pause. "Anything else I can get you?"

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron continues to watch for a while. The hooded figure shakes his head. "No." he rasps as he stands up. "I think I've had enough for one night." a guy his size and one small drink? It shoud be far from enough. No. Its the joyfulness, the togetherness. And someone like him...feels like an intruder, a black shadow on the relaxing night. He turns to head for the door, lest he taint it with his presence or worse yet. They try to involve him.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock smiles and chuckles at Swivel, before looking to healthpoint, her face a slight energon pink. "Ehehh.. Thanks Hp.." She'd rub at the back of her neck. "I had to train myself alot to get good at it." She'd say with a sheepish smile before blinking. "Oooh, they have a playlist you can cycle through, maybe find something you recognize~" She'd laugh.

      Starlock tilted her helm seeing the big guy guy leave, but shook it off, and looked back to Swivel on stage.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel lowers the mic and doesn't bother looking around. She sets the microphone in its proper place and scurries back to her group. She'd occasionally glanced towards the shady figure, and seeing him leave, leaves her mildly puzzled and also relieved. She catches that small nod from Blast Off and returns a very subtle one herself.

Taking back her seat among the other Autobots, Swivel places her hands upon the table. "I do not plan on making a habit of this, just so you know. Besides, I'm not as pleasant to listen to as Starlock."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Hmm. Blast Off watches that big figure go, still wondering just who that was. Seemed familiar somehow, but... nah, wouldn't be HIM. Right? Nah. He smiles faintly as Swivel nods back and returns to drinking.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint has been a bit on edge since the big cloaked figure appeared. It's the eyes. Those red eyes and that big size just reminds her of someone...

      But, when he turns to leave without having much to drink or really talking with anyone, she sends him a big glass of the Autobot table's greenish drink. Then, she intakes deeply before letting it out. "Well...you both got up there, so...I suppose I have to try something." She finishes off her drink then heads up to the stage.

      It takes quite a bit of searching before she finds a song she recognizes. A few minutes even. But, once she has found it she actually looks a bit confident. Not fully, and she is certainly fidgiting a lot, but she is up there at least. It turns out to be a song full of heavily synthesized sounds, the kind that aren't even trying to imitate real sounds. And it has a pretty fast beat that encourages one to tap one's pede.

 o/` "Stamp on the ground! Jump jump jump jump! Movin' all around! Ta-ta-da-daou!"
 "Stamp on the ground! Jump jump jump jump! Movin' all around! Ta-ta-da-daou!"

      The song repeats that chorus line a few times before reaching any verses.
 o/` "We're sending out, an invitation...to everyone. In every natioo-oon! But don't sleep get on the run...stop thinkin' and have some fuu-uun!"

      The chorus returns for several rounds, then there is a fully instrumental part. And by the second set of runs through the chorus Healthpoint has forgotten that she is embarrassed and has actually started moving. Of course, she isn't the most graceful and so it is more silly than artful.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron pauses as he starts to leave and someone brings him a drink from the Autobot table. Oh Primus. To accept or keep on walking. He considers for a moment and considers poeple may suspect who he is considering his size and that stare. It's best to dispell that by..accepting the drink. He raises it to the Autobot singing then looks at it. "Hrm. What is this one?" that voice rasps from his cloak.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "There you go Hp!" Starlock calls with a laugh, clapping her hands, a bit buzzed, but she's trying to keep herself reigned in. "Ahh~ Ahah don't worry, that's fine, Fairly I expected to be the only one singing tonight for people sake, but this is much more fun." She'd grin.

      Her finials perked up as she looked over to the big guy and looked down at it. "S'good question, will have to ask HP wen she gets back, apparently bar tenders recommended it?" She'd chirp in a friendly tone, very unassuming. ...Yes everyone /she/ answered.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle enters the bar, finds Blast Off, and walks towards his Combati-bro. "Hey, Blast Off, glad to see you're back in good enough shape to go out drinking," he says, "Mind if I have a seat?" He grins widely, glancing over at the stage. "Oh, amateur hour, I see. Looks like fun."

**Swivel has posed:**
Well, Swivel had wisely not had any refills. So she is far from buzzed. BUt she doesn't seem to need the inhibition decimating effects of engex to smile and applaud Healthpoint and the sheer exuberance she brought to the stage.

She also can't blame demon engex for her lack of judgment in what she does next. She looks over at the shruded figure questioning the drink. "Same as we're all drinking, so I wouldn't worry about it being drugged. Not by one of us, anyway." Maybe the boldness is infectious, because she isn't done yet.

 When Swindle mentions that the amateur singing looks like fun, she blatantly disregards factions and stands up, trying to catch the seedy Combaticon's optic. "Well, Swindle, if it looks like fun, why not give it a go? Go on. Show us Autobots what for." After all, he missed Starlock's performance and knows not what he is up against.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off watches Healthpoint sing and that tune is so catchy even the shuttleformer ends up tapping his rocket toes. Ahem. He stops as the music ends, trying to return to his reading. Alas, it is not meant to be, as Swindle makes an entrance. The sniper looks up at his teammate, "Ah, Swindle. No." He gestures to an empty seat at the table, then glances towards the femmes. "Indeed. Quite a selection, so far."

He scratches at his neck. "I am in good shape, though every now and then this armor creaks unexpectedly at me. My head has yet to fall off again, however, so that's a plus, right?" This is all said in his customary flat, aloof tone but it appears he actually did just make a joke. Of sorts. Blast Off said a joke? Then Swivel calls out Swindle to sing and the shuttle blinks, then stares up at Swindle to hear his answer.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint nods to the big mystery mech when he lifts the drink toward her while she is on stage, then steps down from the stage once the song is finished and quickly returns to her table just in time to hear Swivel challenge Swindel. The tall medic blinks in surprise, then just waits. She really has no idea how a Combaticon might react to something like that.

      Healthpoint might not know the name of the drink, but the waitress that brought it to him gives the name Green Energy. It is a low engex content drink with a bit of energy booster meant to help bots loosen up and party all night without overwhelming their systems.

**Megatron has posed:**
The large cloaked figure nods to Healthpoint in return as he takes a sip of the drink presented to him. And Oh, Primus now one of the Autobots is talking to him. "S'not bad." He says through the synthesizer masking his voice. Probably some old warrior come to watch the world around him just...existing and just sort of feeling out of place with the celebrating. "Green energy. Hmm. Thanks." whoever the mystery mech is he pulls his robes a bit closer. Maybe a barrier to all the perky happiness around him.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looks at Swindle, ready to qup something back when /Swivel/ does it for her, and a slag-eating impish grin forms on her face as she looks at Swindle, giggling a bit at this amusing, and fun prospect. "Ohhh~ Yes, do show us femmes how it's done~" She'd say at Swindle.... Wait, did that include Blast off?

      She'd then turn to the bigger mech and give him one of her friendly grins, she was definitely in a good mood, oh if only she knew who she was talking too.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle pats Blast Off as he has a seat beside him, then looks over at Swivel when she suggests he take part. "Eh, I'll think about it," he says, "If I'm gonna do that, I wanna make sure I pick a good song that I like. But I need a little lubing before I do any of that, if you get my drift. Barkeep! Engex!" And with that, Swindle starts drinking to at least get himself in the mood for amateur hour or at least relax.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off blinks as Starlock almost seems to be implying that they BOTH should go up and sing. WUT. The shuttleformer huffs and crosses his arms. Nope, last time he sang here was a disaster. Not doing that again. NOPE.

**Swivel has posed:**
Had Swivel a drink in her hand, she would raise it to Swindle. Alas, insteasd she nods to him, tapping the rim of her helmet then waving two fingers. "Then enjoy the process and preparation." Swivel says, then grins and gives a surreptitious wink to Blast Off.

Swivel gazes over to the shrouded figure, noticing the tightening of the cloak. She sits back down, and nudges Starlock, whispering to her and Healthpoint, "Probably should leave that one be. I don't think he much wants to be involved in our merrimaking and I wouldn't want to push him. Just like I'd hate to see someone push, say, Siegebreaker into a situation he's not comfortable with..."

Just like how Swivel neglected to involve Blast Off in her challenge.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint nods in agreement with Swivel. "I did not want to push him, but I also did not want to simply ignore him. Still...something about those eyes..." She shivers just a bit. "Well, it seems there is still some time before the Decepticons step up. Perhaps Starlock should go again just to make sure they know what they are up against? They must think it will be no competition after my performance." she says, obviously self-conscious about it. It wasn't like she was terrible and completely tone deaf, but she has obviously never had much exposure to singing and dancing.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckles at Swindle, the finials on her audial going upward as she listens to Swivels whispers and gives a nod in understanding. However as Swindle declines, she gives an impish grin. "Read my mind HP, and you did fiine~." Starlock grinned, patting HP's pauldron confidently.

      It was definitely time for Starlock to be starlock as she pushed herself up and stridded to the strage once more, and that only meant one thing.. Fast pace rock music! She found one of the songs on the machine and took a vent and started bouncing her pedes along, before she started singing.

      "Back to the fairytale,
      Back to the show,
      Back to the wall,
      And there's nowhere to go,
      Hopeless and desperate,
      All paths adverse,
      Things lookin' bleak,
      Yeah, and they're 'bout to get worse!
      Helpless and doomed
      And there's no way to win,
      Goals unachievable,
      Faith
      running thin,
      Lost and forlorn, Impossible odds!
      That's when you'll learn You've been messing with gods!"

      Starlock singing out pointing up at the ceiling as she started singing.

      "Send in your grim,
      Tear off my limb,
      Strike me with bolts of lightning,
      I won't die!
      The battle seems unwinnable,
      But all we need's a miracle
      We're going up, we'll never be denied!
      Can't wish away the dismal days,
      Can't bring back what is gone,
      Won't waste more tears on yesteryears
      Instead, we'll carry on! We'll win, for sure, we will endure
      And though our goal is far
      We'll be the ones to touch the sun
      Triumph will be ours!"

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle puts off deciding whether to join in, particularly since Blast Off doesn't seem fond of the idea. He still might do it just for the showmechship, but right now he's on his second engex and starting to feel gooooooood. Meanwhile he watches Starlock perform, approvingly.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron sure as heck isn't going to volunteer to go up there. When he sees the Combaticons take the stage, he reaches under his robes, surely rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I do not need to be included." he says in that masked voice of his. He tenses at the song Starlock chose. Keep on dreaming little one. "The moment those two do a lovely duet though I'm out of here." He motions to Swindle and Blast Off.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off appreciates it, Swivel! The Combaticon remains cross-armed and stubborn. He notices a piece of armor that seems a bit out of sorts and starts adjusting that, fumbling with the thick heat shields and tempted to start picking at the tiles there... no, no. He makes himself stop and return to adjusting the plates. He is NOT going to go up there and make a fool of himself. He grumps at the stranger with a \*huff\* and takes a deep drink from the glass.

**Swivel has posed:**
"Some folk appreciate being ignored." Swivel says with a small shrug, eyeing the cloaked figure. "There were times I needed to be ignored just to survive..." she murmurs. Swivel then clears her vents, clapping for Starlock more out of support than out of enjoying the song. "I guess if Swindle isn't good and ready I'll have to go back up there again?"

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint claps for Starlock, though the music is a bit too chaotic for her tastes even if the singing is good. She considers what Swivel said, then hmms. "I suppose." she says, and so turns her attention away from the big mech. She shrugs lightly and smiles a bit. "If you want. You were not bad, after all. And it might tempt them to to take the stage themselves." she says, a slight smirk tugging at her faceplate. "...I am rather curious now to see if the flyer who tried to shoot me down has any artistic talent."

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron nods "Not bad at all." he says. Well the hooded mech is getting /slightly/ more talkative but not mouch. He sips his drink, seemingly unaffected. Course it would take a lot of engex to put a big mech like him down, but you never know. "I do not mind the company. I fear that you might not enjoy getting to know me so much." the red opticed mech says, his heavy Kaon accent showing even through the synthesizer. Those hands though. He sits back to watch this a minute.

**Swivel has posed:**
"Eh, I don't do it to sound good. I do it to be supportive." Swivel says. "I'm not really one of those people with showy talents." Swivel taps the table and glances at the stage, then over at Swindle to see if he is taking the bait. And with Healthpoint's remark, she also looks to see if Blast Off's vanity might drive him to embarrass himself further.

And then something the stranger seems to pique Swivel's interest. Standing up, she walks over to the imposing figure. "Shouldn't that be any individual's decision to make? Look, clearly you don't want to be known" she gestures to what he is wearing, "I'll respect your privacy. And usually, I wouldn't meddle, but you, sir, are giving off some very mixed signals, if I may be blunt. And I imagine you have your reasons. But is it that you fear someone may not enjoy getting to know you, or you /are/ afraid of being known?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock pants as she finishes the song, but she's definitely enjoying the singing and the exercise that comes with the dancing, and chuckles, looking to Swindle on stage, even removing her battle helm, to let familiar, long thick dreadlock like tires with varying different types of plugs for different types of ports, hang down.

      Shed' look to her Table, and then to Blast Off and Swindle to see if they were going to come up, or another patron of the bar was going to come up. She'd give a two finger salute to whoever was coming up next and went back to the table. "Think that did the trick?" She'd ask the two only too notice were Swivel was.. Uh oooh.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle hesitates to go up yet, as he's not fully "lubed" as he'd put it. Not near enough engex in him for that yet, nope. Idly he wonders just how much engex it would take to loosen Blast Off enough for him to go up and do the amateur hour thing. He shrugs at Starlock for the moment after clapping for her performance.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off eyes Swivel, then goes back to drinking the engex when Healthpoint challenges his artistic talent! "I beg your pardon..." The sniper mutters, engines giving a growly rasp of their own as the drink is set down with a thunk. He stares at the Autobot, mulling something over. Black fingers tightening over the glass's stem, he suddenly lifts it up and chugs down the whole thing. With an \*ahhh\* he slams the drink down and stands up.

"Fine. Well, what this place needs is a touch of \*class\*." The shuttleformer tilts his head as he looks the Autobot's way, then proceeds to make his way up to the stage. On his way, he swipes a fancy-looking napkin from a table and ties it quickly 'round his neck as a bow-tie. He stops, hmms, and also grabs a glowy rod light from the wall for a makeshift cane, flicking the knob off and twirling it around. He then steps onto stage.

There's a moment he mumbles something with the sound guy, apparently having a bit of trouble actually finding a song to sing, but then there seems to be an agreement and Blast Off steps onto the center of the stage, determined to do much better than the last time he was here. Time to up the level of class in this joint!

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint really hadn't meant to say that so loud. She blinks as she is heard, then gains quite a bit of color in her faceplates. "...perhaps I have ingested more than I realized." she says quietly. But, when Blast Off looks toward her that very slight smirk returns. There is just something satisfying about getting under someone's plating. Even if you don't usually try to do such things. And don't usually smirk.

      But then again this -is- supposed to be a fun social gathering, so Healthpoint decides to take the advice of the song she sang and refills her drink. "Good luck!" she calls to Blast Off, then smiles to Starlock. "It seems so." she answers the other medic.

      And then she realizes...Swivel is not only talking directly to that mech but bluntly asking him questions! "Swivel! W-weren't you the one who said some people want to be left alone?!" she exclaims in a pretty loud whisper.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron 's crimson gaze meets Swivel's for a moment. He then looks away. "Yes. It is wise to respect a individual's freedoms. As hard as we all fight for them, one must enjoy their freedoms from time to time." he motions to her symbol as if to show he understands her place as someone who may have had to do just that from time to time. "Some of us, after years of fighting...well." he gives a raspy synthesized chuckle thats almost familiar. "War changes us all. With some of us, peacetime activities such as socialization does not come easy anymore. Some of us no longer have the best of singing voices. Some of these lyrics may be close to home as well. Maybe all of the above. Or none of them. I do thank you for the respect shown." he bows his head in the shadows a bit. "Autobot." that last word rasps lower than the rest.

**Swivel has posed:**
Sadly, Swivel is missing Blast Off walking up to stage, as she's beginning to question her own judgment right after pushing the stranger to respond. Especially since, just as she's thinking its contrary to her own advice, Healthpoint's loud whisper reaches her finely tuned audials. Yet, somehow, it doesn't seem she offended the mech, and she listens to him speak with en even expression.

"Well, I don't think everyone has the same ways of relaxing, and I wouldn't push partying or singing on anyone just because it works for me. I just... noticed you seemed to want to keep to yourself, and yet... seemed not." Gee, where has she received these sort of mixed signals before. "I've had to play the guessing game too many times, and came on a bit strong and was presumptuous. Please, excuse me." Swivel nods her head graciously and humbly. Even if the stranger did not respond poorly, she still sees what she did was hypocritical. "...And I hope that whatever ways the war has changed you, you remember that if the war can change you once, something else can also change you again. Maybe to someone you can be at peace with. THat's all I hope for anyone - to find their own peace." Swivel offers up a smile. Yes, she catches the low, sour note in which Autobot is said, but she knows that despite wearing the badge, it doesn't define her.

It is only now, as Swivel was preparing to withdraw and make her apologies to her party that she sees Blast Off up there with a napkin about his neck and holding a glow rod. "What in the..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock takes a moment to silently pray for Blast Off's dignity, given the last time he sung.. he can probably see her hand motions in doing such too, but then gives a double thumbs up encouraging him. She'd glance over to Swindle listing, looking over the mech and wait.. Noooo... Oh no.... Noooo. There's a moment of doubt before in her mind she puts everything together, and there's a look of recognition on Starlock's face before.. Well, she relaxes.

      Yeah, it's a surprise, but nothings being weird, sides She doesn't want to actively spoil everyone's fun! and Gives Blast off a big grin.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off tucks his chin in, mask hiding most of his face, then the music begins to play: jazzy, classy music. The shuttleformer starts off softly:

"And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain, My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain, I've lived a life that's full, I've traveled each and every galaxy, But more, much more than this...

I did it my way!"

His voice, having gotten stronger, wavers a bit at the next line, where he can't help but glance at Swivel:

"Regrets, I've had a few..."

Then his jaw sets and he continues more determinedly,

But then again, too few to mention, I did what I had to do, And saw it through without exemption, I planned each charted course, Each careful flight along the byway, And more, much more than this...

I did it myyy way".

"Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew," Here he seems a bit flustered before gathering momentum again, "When I bit off more than I could chew.... But through it all, when there was doubt, I orbital bombarded it out, I faced it all and I stood tall, And did it my way..." He continues, cultured voice rising steadily as he's swept up in the music,

" Oh no, oh no, not me, I did it my way

For what is a mech, what has he got, If not himself, then he has naught!!!"

Lastly, his voice wavers uncertainly just a bit at the next line, but otherwise continues strong, Blast Off twirling his cane and even adding a little fancy footwork with those purple rocket feet as he finishes:

"To say the things he truly feels, And not the words of one who kneels, The record shows I took the blows!" Here he has to crick his neck with another popping sound, but thankfully his head stays on his shoulders,

"And did it myyyyy way! Yes, it was myyyy wayyyy...." He finishes with a flourish, adopting a refined pose by the end. While he probably doesn't want to give up his day job, it is surprisingly ....not bad. Like the shuttle has practiced this sort of song many a time.

**Swindle has posed:**
"Nice one," Swindle says as Blast Off has the nuts and bolts and liquid courage to finally take the plunge and participate in amateur hour. He's not quite up for it himself right now, but he claps appreciatively for his combatibro.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint is starting to think that Blast Off is going to over-ham this when he gets a makeshift bowtie and cane, but as he performs...it is surprisingly quite acceptable. Although the style is not her favorite (a bit slow and not a lot of beat or strong instrumentals), she still appreciates the spark that goes into such a song. And it is pretty hard to miss the looks he gives Swivel and the lines that are particularly important to him.

      When Blast Off finishes, she genuinely claps for him. Of course, she will still shoot him on sight outside of this bar, but for now...they are just Cybertronians having some fun. It is the kind of scene she hopes will be commonplace one day.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron doesn't think he's been recognised yet. Maybe he is who he looks like he is. Maybe not. Theres fans that take on his mannerisms all the time. Why know him now? Besides if he was everyone'd just stop what they're doing and file out awkwardly right? He does have that sort of impression on people. He gives Blast Off an approving nod.That presentation. There's some talent in the ranks. Soundwave would approve for sure. Hes more into..that..sort of singing dancing....shuttle mercenary....thing. The fact everyone seems to be having a great time even though they shoot each other all the time is a bit unsettling. He shakes his head and orders another drink. Once it comes. He downs it in one gulp. Yep. Its that kinda night.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel watches Blast Off perform, and it isn't the disaster that Starlock had reported to occur in the past. But Swivel isn't overly focused ont he technique or melody. She's focused on the lyrics. Especially when she gets those meaningful looks from Blast Off. Somehow, she feels she is being discretely communicated with through the song. Although a part of her chastens herself for being so conceited as to think that. She applauds, even if he didn't applaud for her.

And speaking of conceit, little pieces have been falling into place, informing Swivel of a disturbing possibility as to the identity of the cloaked figure. At the very least, he's likely a DEcepticon. Nonetheless, she gives him another friendly smile just before she goes and sits at the table. Because it's simply too absurd to believe in the conclusion that is creeping in the back of her processor. So absurd she won't even let if fully form. "So tell me, Healthpoint, how /would/ you gauge the artistic talent of the mech that blasted you out of the sky?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Oooh my." Starlock chuckles at Blast off, playfully fanning herself. Welp! he's very much redeemed himself, he's still not living down that last time though, but still! She gives the shuttle a grin and a clap. She'd look at the others, wondering if they have anything to add after Blast Off.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off takes a bow, relishing the applause and casting a lingering glance over at Swivel. He seems to bask in the Autobot's praise as much as anyone, then with a little salute of sorts to the Bot table, he twirls his cane one last time before making his way off stage, handing the cane and unwrapping the bowtie to give to a waitress. Then he's back to his table, nodding to Swindle. "Of course," he responds with confidence, then sits down.

He did do it HIS way!

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle grins at Blast Off, but the engex is getting to his head. Slowly he slumps until he's facedown on the table, a snore starting to emanate from his faceplates. Oops, he drank too much! Instead of loosening up enough to sing, he loosened right up into recharge. Oh well. Maybe Blast Off will haul the now-unconscious Swindle back to his quarters and tuck him in.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      "I would say...he is passable at least." Healthpoint answers Swivel. She doesn't want to give the mech -too- much of an ego boost. She can't help laughing a bit at Starlock's antics. And when Starlock looks around it seems like Healthpoint is getting up again. With plenty of drink in her system by now and so much atmosphere she gets caught up in things.

      She takes a bit to select a song again, then smiles as she realizes what she wants to sing. It is a song in much the same vein as her last. A strong beat, a lot of synthesized sound, something that is hard to sit still while listening to.

      Hot Rod is going to be so upset he missed all of this!

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-PKNuZovuSw

      Healthpoint knows the song pretty well, like she might listen to it in the privacy of her quarters or something. She sings each note, speaks each spoken word, and even gets into the dance motions and has lost nearly all of her inhibitions by now thanks once again to the drink and the atmosphere.

      o/` I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums!
 Oh, what a shame that you came here with someoooo-oone!
 So while you're here in my arms~
 Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young
 Wha-ooh-wha-ooh like we're gonna die yoo-oung~
 We're gonna die young!
 Wha-ooh-wha-ooh like we're gonna die yoo-oung~
 We're gonna die young!
 Wha-ooh-wha-ooh like we're gonna die yoo-oung~
 Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!

 Young hearts, out our minds,
 Runnin' till we outta time,
 Wild childs, lookin' good,
 Livin' hard just like we should,
 Don't care whose watching when we tearing it up (you know)~
 That magic that we got nobody can touch (for sure)~
 Looking for some trouble tonight (yeah)~
 Take my hand, I'll show you the wild side!
 Like it's the last night of our lives (uh huh)~
 We'll keep dancing till we die! o/`

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron watches the group start another round. Maybe now that the attention is off of him its a good time to head to the door quietly. No one recognised him no one asked too closely. Life continued unchanged and no one got shot. Its a good night.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel isn't going to hide her approval of Blast Off's choice in music. Even if for a moment she was worried he was going to embarrass himself publicly again and then over compensate by throwing himself into needlessly dangerous situations to prove himself. But it seems all has turned out fine. And when she glances around the room again, the cloaked figure is gone. For a moment she looks about, a small amount of alarm at not knowing where he is causing a sense of danger - mostly because of a suspicion she still doesn't want to acknowledge lurking. BUt then she forces herself to be calm and rational.

Swivel just remains seated as Healthpoint walks up and performs again, She raises her optic ridges, somewhat surprised that Healthpoint, who seemed so flustered at the idea initially, was going back for more. She taps her foot to the beat, even if the lyrics do nothing for her. "...Well I'd offer to go up there myself but.... I need to fit a recharge into my time off at some point."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock grins and hums along to HP, she knows the song well, as well! dancing a little in her seat before looking up at Swivel. "Ahahah Yeah, I think we've been weird enough for the night~ but you know... I enjoyed this." she'd grin. "Nice to get out and be a little silly." She'd snort, finally the energy starting to quail itself in her as well, finally yawning.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off turns to look at Swindle. Hmm. Maybe it's recharge time for them both. He lifts an optic ridge at Healthpoint's comment on him but doesn't say anything. Instead, he looks pretty confident in himself. REDEEMED. That's what. He turns to the slumbering Jeep and wraps his arm around his neck, lifting his bro up to walk/drag beside him. He looks back at the Autobots, giving them a short nod. It IS too bad that this is so rare. He won't admit it, but he'd far prefer this to trying to kill each other. And it's nice to spend some time with Swivel, even from a distance, where they can just... be. With a winsome smile hidden beneath his mask, he turns and helps his teammate out for the night after tossing some tips for the waitresses.