June 30th, 2002 ~Psykeout(D), Dreadlock(D), Enfilade(D), Blaster(A), Cloak(A), -You knock on the door to Psykeout's Office. -Axl's Jack looks at Moonlight, up and down. Shaking his head once, his voice echos throughout the hallowed halls. "Meet Psykeout in the Golden Blaster." -Moonlight nods her head and walks off. Golden Blaster - Bar Room A former transit station that extended both above and below ground, the Golden Blaster was recently reconstructed. This was once the junction station and has now been renovated into a quiet bar. Several tables are set about, while a former concession stand was converted to a bar equipped with stools for the patrons. The dim lighting and the smell of smoke waft gently through the sometimes still air, adding a quiet ambiance. A jukebox sits in the corner, carrying everything from the latest techno-pop to pre-war love melodies. The quiet in this room allows for deals to be made and secrets to be exchanged with little chance of eavesdropping. Behind the counter most nights is Shotglass, a femme who is very popular with the local patrons. Working the tables are the waiter, Tankard, and the waitress, Downtime. Players: Psykeout Objects: Drink Menu Slash Jukebox Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Crystal City - Commercial Sector -D- Spiral Staircase leads to Golden Blaster - Dance Floor -Moonlight walks into the Blaster, looking around for Psykeout as she was instructed to by that rather blunt sounding individual. -Psykeout sits in the corner, his optics glowing softly. Smoking the ever-present ener-cig, the ember from the end offers a bit of a glowing aura onto Psyke's face. His fingers wrapped around the mug, as he stares into the bar. -Moonlight doesn't have too much trouble spotting Psykeout. After all, he is usually pretty predictable in where he sits, if nothing else. She strides right to him with a scowl on her face. "What do you think you're doing, making me look bad like that!" she demands. Then her face collapses into a smile to show that she's just giving the mech a hard time. -Psykeout locks optics with Moonlight, as he snarls softly. Considering the past couple of days he's had, a joking manner is one of the last things that he's really in the mood for. Taking a deep drag off of his ener-cig, he takes a few moments before responding. "Making YOU look bad? I'm the one that was fraggin' assaulted outside of the Golden Blaster. Where were you, when there was a distress call sent out on the Decepticon Channel?" -Moonlight frowns slightly and slides in beside Psykeout for once, and not across. Awkwardly she pats his arm in sympathy. "They set me up. Somehow they knew I'd be watching, and they sent someone to sidetrack me." She shakes her head. "I wasn't exactly conscious when the distress was sent out." -Psykeout eyes Moonlight, as she slides next to him. His optics changing to a rosy red, his mouth forms into a bit of a sneer. "If that is what you want to believe, then so be it. You were assigned to 'protect and watch' over my aft and you were unable to do that. I shall take your reasoning at face-value, but no more." He scoots himself over a bit, as he takes a sip off of his mug. -Moonlight's frown deepens. "I don't think many were more upset at what happened to you besides me...and yourself of course." She slams her fist onto her thigh. "I shouldn't have left you alone for a moment!" The violence in her tone certainly sounds genuine. -Psykeout eyes Moonlight, his optics flickering once again. "I got out of that damned place, did I not? You are not my protector, nor do I need one. I was simply fraggin' with your mind when I asked where you were. I know that the Decepticons have more important things to do, then to protect one of their lowest forms of existance." He shrugs once, as he ponders continuing this conversation. Allowing the silence to settle for a moment, he figures he will simply await her response. -Moonlight shakes her head. "So what if Solar said I didn't really need to watch you. I wanted to. I didn't want you to get in trouble. I left Swipe...I didn't want to leave anyone alone again. I don't want my history to keep repeating itself." -Psykeout's optics narrow for a moment, "I'm always in trouble with someone, Moonlight. Always. No matter what I do, I'm always going to end up pissing somebody off. It's just a part of life, when you are a medical technician, as well as a psychologist." He shrugs, "As I said in the trial. I was simply following orders." -It's nearly impossible to tell what Moonlight's optics are doing, but her face goes back neutral. "If you keep thinking that way, then it will never be any different. You don't seem to care that you alienate people, so why do you have a right to complain when people don't respect you. I don't respect people, and they don't respect me, but that's because unless you give respect, you don't get any." -Psykeout's optics narrow to a mere slit, with no expression showing upon the rest of his face. "I do show respect, to those that deserve it. Shockwave. Ghost. Whiplash. Enfilade. Slipstream. The list goes on and on. Does that not deserve respect to be shown in return?" With that comment, he takes another drink off of his mug. -Moonlight shrugs. "I don't know their minds, Psykeout. But I know my own. I always figured I was sort of nice to you. I certainly haven't been mean or cruel. But you've got this wall that won't come down. I think people resent walls." -Psykeout's optics widen to a more relative level, as he leans back in the booth. He considers her commentary, taking it inside of his neural circutry. He takes a few drinks off of his mug, before he turns his gaze towards Moonlight. Offering her a neutral facial expression, he attempts to explain himself. "The reason that I have a so-called 'wall', is because every time that I have grown close in sort of a personal way...I find myself in a situation that I cannot handle. I get screwed over, being left for dead. Instead of allowing anybody to get close anymore, I simply hide the feelings that I hold within." He looks back towards the bar, glancing to a few of the occupants, "What do you want from me, Moonlight?" -Moonlight shrugs. "I don't know exactly. It's just that usually if you extend friendliness, you get it in return. Well, unless you're trying to befriend a 'Bot. But that's beside the point. I don't expect you to do anything so far-fetched. Just be a little less obvious that you don't like or trust anyone. Keep that inside if you have to keep it. But things aren't going to get better for you if you keep your cynicism and jadedness out on your armor." -Psykeout sighs audibly, "I...I don't exactly have the social graces that you do, Moonlight." -Moonlight nods her head. "And I'm not a medic. What's your point? Both of them are skills that can be learned...if a person cares to learn them." -Psykeout offers a faint smile, as he turns his attention back to Moonlight, "Would you care to help me learn?" -Moonlight shrugs. "I'm not much of a teacher. I'm not exactly ladylike or classy. But if you think you can learn something, I don't mind trying." -Psykeout sighs deeply, "Very well. Where shall we start?" -Moonlight settles in comfortably. "Well, you could start with your expressions. Narrowing your optics so much is definately not something that makes people feel good. Smiling once in a while is always a good thing, but not a sneer, a /real/ smile." Moonlight grins to show an example. -Psykeout snickers at the sight of Moonlight, actually using a real smile. Nodding a couple of times, he responds, "There are usually damn good reasonings behind my facial expressions. I shall work on those, as you wish." -Moonlight nods. "And, just remmeber that even if you don't like someone, or think that what they're saying is untrue or just stupid, keep that inside. If you aren't always so dark and sarcastic, people might stop talking to you like you're beneath them." -Psykeout nods once. "But...That's just not how I am, Moonlight. If it shall retrieve me more respect within the Empire, I shall do as you say." -Moonlight looks at Psykeout rather directly. "What is more important, the integrity of your identity, or earning respect?" -Psykeout's facial expression becomes nothing. A dull void is all that can be seen upon his face, as he attempts to figure out an answer to this question. "Both, actually." -Moonlight sighs. "This is going to be tough then. I'm not sure if just outwardly changing things will work. There's something damaged about your mindset. I guess it happens if things go wrong one too many times." She shrugs. "I find it a relief that I don't care about these things that you do. But I said I'd try to help and I will." -Psykeout sighs audibly, "I don't want to force you into anything that you don't want to." -Moonlight smiles slightly. "But I want to. I enjoy life, and you don't seem to. Sure, I smuggle stuff, and steal stuff sometimes, but I think people should be as happy as they can." -Psykeout offers the second 'real' smile of his life, as he turns to Moonlight. "I do enjoy life, at certain times. I've been fragged over too many times, so I tend to enjoy things in my own sort of way. Being happy is something that is all in general principal." -Moonlight nods her head. "Perhaps. But you still seem more on the gloomy side than otherwise. Look at me, I'm usually pretty peppy. But sometimes it takes work to convince myself that I should be. But as long as I know I'm alive, I know things can get better. It doesn't mean that they /will/ get better, but I know they can. Just like, as long as I could watch the trial on TV, I knew that you could still return safely. And you did." -Psykeout snarls softly, as his hand slams on the table. "That 'trial' was the biggest mis-carriage of justice I have seen in my entire life. I did return somewhat 'safely', though I do harbor a burning hatred for quite a few Autobots now. I shall attempt to work on these things that you have listed, just so that I can be a more 'humane' Decepticon. -Moonlight shakes her head. "It might have been a bad trial, but you didn't help your case. I saw the look on your face. Your expression said something like, 'I know I'm going to lose, I know this is a sham, and I know that everyone here is beneath me.' Did you think that they would even listen to someone who looked like that? I don't even know if you were conscious of that expression, but it was there." -Psykeout shrugs, "I was not conscious of such an expression, though it is interesting that one could see it upon the TV. My attorney didn't point out any such thing to me, otherwise I would have changed it as soon as it was pointed out." -Moonlight nods her head. "See what I mean? Your ideas are so ingrained that they leak out on your expressions. No wonder so few people like you. No offense, but I don't see you surrounded by a group of friends." -Psykeout looks to Moonlight, "Perhaps I like it this way..." -Dreadlock saunters in, looking around he finds an open space at the bar, seating himself he orders a drink, only momentarily glancing at the others. -Moonlight leans in a little closer to Psykeout. "I highly doubt that." -Psykeout turns his attention to Moonlight, his optics changing to a forest green. Nobody has ever pointed that out to him before, as the realization hits him like a ton of ener-bricks. She's right. -Moonlight reaches out to put a hand on Psykeout's shoulder. Even though her optics are hidden, it feels like she is scanning his face intently. "I want to help you Psykeout. I'll be your friend if you let me." -Psykeout turns to Moonlight, as her hand rests upon his shoulder. His optics look at the hand for a moment, before his gaze turns to Moonlight's hidden face. "I...I don't know what to say." -Moonlight flashes Psykeout a grin. "Then don't say anything. Just think about it." Moonlight never stays serious for long. It seems like she's almost incapable of it. -Psykeout turns his head towards the bar, surrounding himself in silence. -Dreadlock drinks his liquid -Psykeout startles suddenly, as his radio crackles alive. Eyeing it with a cautious warning, he responds. -Moonlight glances at the radio. "What's up?" -Psykeout turns his attention to Moonlight, "Field Commander Enfilade has requested my presence at the Wild Surge." -Moonlight nods. "You going to go then? And can I tag along?" -Psykeout nods once, "Yes to both questions. I would actually prefer it if you joined me. That is, if you don't mind." -Moonlight slides out of her seat and stands up. "Well, let's go then." Her hand wanders towards her whip. "Does she expect trouble?" -Psykeout shakes his head, "She said that she needs to talk. I just don't want to walk around Cybertron, by myself. I've...I've actually begun to trust you, Moonlight." With that, he slides out of the booth. "Shall we be on her way?" -Moonlight nods. "Of course. No need to keep Enfilade waiting." -Psykeout moves towards the door, offering a silent nod to Slash. Opening it for Moonlight, he awaits the femme to leave first. -Moonlight strides on out of the Blaster. -Psykeout looks to Moonlight, "Do you want me to follow you, or you follow me? I...I have travelled these lands extensivly. It's up to you, however." -Moonlight shrugs. "Doesn't matter. But she did call you...I'm just the tag-along, remember." She grins. -Psykeout nods once. "Very well. The Wild Surge - Bar Dimly lit and noisy, Dead End's only bar is never lacking in patrons. While the energon isn't of the best quality, many of the chemical additives are unique to the place, and so highly prized by those who can afford them, even outside of the city. For those less affluent, the wall behind the bar still offers old, contaminated energon and various forms of crude-grade fuel as well as the more acceptable low and high grade energon, plus some interesting compounds that are better left to the imagination. Psykeout [Robot] [D] Blaster [Comm Center] [A] Enfilade [Robot] [D] Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Dead End - North Strip -Psykeout walks into the bar, as Enfilade is speaking into the boom box. Shaking his head rapidly, he offers his silent greetings to a few of the mechs that are currently within the bar. Making his way to a booth, he slides into it with a bit of a 'swoosh'. -Moonlight walks in a bit after Psykeout. She gives a look see around the room and nods to Enfilade. -Enfilade finishes her message and punches the button on the comm center. She waves to the newcomers... -Blaster nods as the button clicks out, "I'll be sure to relay this to him." He says in an almost sarcastic mannor as the box leaps up and lands on the stool as Blaster the rockin' robot. -Enfilade gives Blaster a very serious look. "You do that. It's...more important than you think." -Moonlight walks up to Enfilade and waits. She nods to the Autobot with a slight grin. -Blaster winks one of his blue optic, "Notta problem.. Decepticon sockem?" He pauses and looks back to the other Decepticons who are just on time as he expected, "Oh yes your name's Enfilade now isn't it.. and one of those would be Psykeout.. the other you didn't mention." He gestures to the Decepticons before nodding to the female that walked up to them. -Enfilade startles, wondering how he knew Psykeout...and guessing that due to his alt mode, he has communications intercept. one to watch, this one. -Enfilade nods once. "Yeah. FIELD COMMANDER Enfilade," to make it perfectly clear. -Psykeout startles suddenly, as he turns his attention to Blaster. "How the hell did you know my name?" -Moonlight chuckles low in her throat. It seems this Autobot is making everyone uncomfortable. To show she isn't put off, she takes off her hat and winks at him. "And I get to remain the mystery femme?" Her tone is teasing. -Enfilade leaves Blaster and walks over to Pskyeout. She looks at Moonlight a little sadly, wondering if she can trust the other femme to be quite about her little issue. "Psykeout," she says softly, "What happens when you can't get something outta your head?" -Psykeout looks to Blaster, then to Moonlight, then finally to Enfilade. "It all depends on the issue, Field Commander. -Blaster hmms, "How'd I know your name.. I over heard your C-M-D-R saying it. Loud voice ya' got there." He shifts his head back twoards Moonlight, "Mystery ya' say? Sounds like fun." -Enfilade tries again. "I mean, I've got something I wanna forget and the more I try, the more it stays in my head." She toys with her drink. For once she's not actually drinking any of it. -Blaster hmms as he turns back to the wall and talks to himself apparently.. -Psykeout eyes Blaster for a moment, before he shakes his head. "You don't 'try' to forget it. Find something to replace the thoughts. Find something to make it so that you don't think about the situation any longer. I have a feeling of what you are speaking of... -Moonlight glances at Enfilade with concern, but the look fades quickly as she turns back to Blaster. "So, what's your story? You look a tad bit too bright to hang in a sludgy place like this." She waves her hands in a circle to indicate the bar. -Enfilade sighs. "I ain't placin' a personal ad if that's what yer suggestin'." -Psykeout snickers audibly, nodding a few times. "No. I wasn't suggesting anything like that. All I was saying, is that perhaps you need to find something to occupy your time." -Slipstream walks into the bar looking slightly parched. There is an audible sigh that escapes her lips as she spots some comrades. There is a hesitation in her step but she appraoches them all the same. "Greetings." -Moonlight turns away from Blaster for a moment to nod at Slipstream. She also takes a moment to look back at Psykeout and give him a thumbs up for some odd reason. -Blaster turns back as he hears another voice. His audio sensors identify it as Decepticon with out turning around. He slides in his stool around to look at the Con, "Another one down, might as well loose this frown." With that he gives a smile and sips his drink. -Psykeout nods once towards Moonlight, understanding the 'thumbs up'. His attention then snaps over to look at Slipstream. She is one of the last femmes he expected to see at this point in time. Bowing his head slightly, he turns to Enfilade to await her reaction. -Enfilade nods, though she knows what she /wants/ to occupy her time...and then Slipstream comes in. The big femme's expression darkens. "Hey Psyke, ask Slipstream if she'll set me up with Ultra Magnus," she says darkly. -Psykeout eyes Enfilade, but says nothing. -Moonlight blinks at the Autobot. "Well, that made no sense." -Blaster shrugs to himself as Cloak walks in, "How's it hangin' Cloak?" He says gesturing with a friendly wave to take a seat. -Slipstream smiles brightly at the femme. "Well Enfilade, I would but I am afraid that you waited too long for Ultra Magnus. I hear he is chasing that pink fluff of a commander." She says this loud enough for everyone to hear. She looks for an empty seat either at the table or nearby. She has yet to look at the other occupants of the bar. -Enfilade takes a quick glance at Cloak and misses his Autobot insignia. -Cloak enters the bar an unexpectedly comes across this eclectic group. He takes a step to the side of the door as to not block the entrance, but he doesn't move. His optics would flash if there was enough light to reflect but the dimly lit room doesn't allow for that. He simply stands near the door. He calmly looks over at Blaster as he is greeted and doesn't answer....he doesn't move either. -Moonlight's optics narrow for a moment as she hears someone mention Elita One, but then she melts back into her usual, grinning, friendly mode. -Enfilade disregards Cloak and peers up at Slipstream, happy to discuss someone else for a change. "Good luck to him then. While I was a guest at her little outpost--nice work on that one, by the way--she was still ranting and raving over Prime." -Blaster blinks and keeps sipping his drink now looking at the wall cranking his tunes up slightly louder. -Slipstream laughs. "Well you do notice how much he looks like Prime with that paint job eh?" She takes a seat at the bar, stretching her legs out under her. Turning her head, she notices the other two but says nothing-for now. -Psykeout leans back in his chair, watching the occupants with various levels of interest. -Moonlight peers at Blaster's drink with interest. "Whatcha drinking?" -Blaster glances back sharply while bobbing his head to the music, "Sup Con? Oh ya' know just the normal energon stuff.." -Enfilade smiles sweetly at Slipstream and says, "You seem to have been checking him out more than I have." -Cloak reaches over to his back and brushes off a mechamosuito and proceeds towards the bar. He aims himself for a seat next to Blaster. As he gets closer to the bar he raises his hand to order a drink, "My usual." -Blaster turns back to Cloak with a grin on his face, "What's shakin' stealth man?" He says pretty much ignoring the Cons beside him. -Psykeout eyes Enfilade for a moment, before he turns his attention to Slipstream. Waving to an open seat across the table, "Please. Have a seat." -Moonlight grins mischieviously. "Ever try any of the Dead End specials? I hear their quite...potent. You can't buy stuff like that in the more 'uptight' regions." -Slipstream smiles prettily at Enfilade. "Well since you cannot get a mech on your own, it is up to me to help you." She nods to Psykeout and takes a seat-away from him. -Cloak regards Blaster, he scans him up and down jus fore his drink is set in front of him. Turning his attnetion away from Blaster he takes a sip from his drink. Seemingly as if he is not going to answer, but just after he swallows he responds. "Shaking?" -Psykeout eyes Slipstream with a bit of anxiousness, as he turns his attention back to Enfilade. "Is there anything else I can help with, Field Commander?" -Blaster hmms slightly, "Can't say I have. Yet wat' can I saaay? You get the drink and i'll pay." He smirks before turning back to Cloak like he's sitting on a turntable, "Shakin'.. YEA! You know what's goin' on?" -Enfilade raises an optic sliridge at Slipstream. "Lady, I been through two mates which is more than you'll ever have in yer life." -Slipstream chuckles. "I would not say that...exactly." Her good humour seems to return. Motioning her head back, she says, "What's up with our two friends?" -Moonlight shakes her head, but the grin remains. "Naw. I'm not into that stuff. I keep to the normal myself. So, what's your name 'Bot?" -Blaster shrugs, "Your loss, nothing like a glass of high grade to sparkle that armors gloss." His optics seem to sparkle slightly, "Oh my name.. the tune master, they call me Blaster. Now yours would be what?" -Cloak perks at the coverstation going on with the Cons and it does steal his attention for a moment. He turns his head an considers them all again. Finally falling onto Moonlight, the closes. He is not even sure if this one is a Con, he does not see the insignia. "I can say that there has been very little." -Moonlight extends a hand towards Blaster. "M'name's Moonlight. Pleased to meet you, though your speech is a little odd. Sounds like a few mechs I knew on Monacus." -Blaster high fives the hand instead of shaking it, "Moonlight killer name, could've given some a fright." -Psykeout offers a single nod to Enfilade, as well as Slipstream. "As exciting as this has been, I have more pressing matters to tend to." With that, he slides out of the booth. Making his way towards the door, he offers a true smile towards Moonlight. Whispering towards her, barely above audible level. -Psykeout mutters to Moonlight: "... for your help." ((Psykeout mutters to you: "Thanks for your help.")) -Cloak switches his attention too Psykeout and watches him leave. -Moonlight accepts the high-five and raises an optic ridge. "So, what's a bright boy like you doing in the slums?" -Psykeout opens the door, entering into the great and barren Dead End. -Blaster turns back to the exiting bot and shrugs befoe looking at Moonlight and hahs, "Oh ya' know just catching up on some chit chat and all. This' place ain't got a stero! Ya' beleive that." He pauses, "Any way what did you help Psyke guy out with?" -Moonlight turns to the bartenders and orders a drink. Then she faces Blaster again. "He's a rather moody fellow. I'm just trying to help him see the sunshine. That's all." She looks around. "This place isn't exactly the most friendly place for chit chat." -Cloak also turns his head towards Moonlight to listen. Just his audibles, his optics fall onto Enfilade. The dim light reflects slightly off of his optics, probably revealing where his attention is. -Blaster taps one of his large yellow buttons to put on some more cheerful music, "Oh aint' the most friendly place.. Yea but it still catches the good amount of visitors." -Moonlight nods her head. "Of course it is...especially since we 'Cons," and she taps her chest, "have control of Crystal City. This delightfully scummy little place is the last stand for non-death situation interaction across factions. Of course, that doesn't mean it's safe." -Cloak realizes that she is gone, when did she leave? Anyway he returns his full attention towards the to Conversing, "It may not be friendly but it is a good place to get information." -Moonlight turns to the other Autobot. Geez, where did the rest of the 'Cons go anyhow? "That is true. I don't believe I caught your name..." -Blaster hahs slightly wit ha grin across his face, "Yea you got the crystalz.. and every place else, oh well. Just keep rolling I say." -Cloak takes a sip of his drink and turns towards Moonlight, "Is it really necessary? I do not know your name, you do not know mine. Shall we keep it that way?" once again with his face turning forward he takes another sip. -Blaster shrugs, "Liten' up Cloak. That's Moonlight. She's got a frinedly attitude.. weather she's a Con or not just show some smilez' will ya'?" -Moonlight throws back her head and laughs. "My name is Moonlight for all it's worth to you, but if you want to play the mystery guy for the evening, then I hope you enjoy the role." -Cloak raises an optic ridge at Blaster. Did he just give it all away? He will have to talk to Blaster about that. He then looks towards the other Mech and repeats her name, "Moonlight." -Moonlight leans back and looks at both the 'Bots. "I sense a lack of communication here." She seems greatly amused. -Blaster shrugs and stands up, "Wow this place is dull, needs some aplificationz' don't ya think?" He shrugs and hopes onto the bar now in the form of a box of communications and such, "Well Communications are my specialty." A tune of happieness starts to play from the twin speakers on Blaster. -Cloak watches as Blaster seemingly shrugs off what just happened, then moves on to make things merry. Cloak isn't in the mood for merry. He takes a drink, then changes Blaster's station to some mellower sounds...yeah, that's more like it. -Moonlight sips away at her drink, alternating her optics between looking at Blaster and looking at Cloak. -Blaster almost jumps back, "Woah Cloak don't touch the dials." He chuckles, "Just kidden' but still man could ya' get a softer tone?" -Cloak downs his drink, stands up from his stool and with no response begin to head for the exit. There is no pause of any hesitation in his actions. He just leaves... -Blaster ohs, "See ya' later I guess Cloak." -Moonlight swivels around in her seat to watch the other Autobot go. At least his leaving increases her chances in case the Autobots decide to get tricky. She shrugs and turns to Blaster. "You're commrade doesn't seem to be the social type." -Cloak still offers no response as he leaves.... -The red stereo sway to his left and right as he jacks up the tunes, "Yea. He's quiet but respectful guy. Don't mind him. So your a Con now what do ya' do?" -Moonlight grins broadly. "I smuggle illegal goods." -Blaster hmms with a more serious tone, "And why is that? Can't afford a new cyber cat?" -Moonlight shakes her head. "Not at all. I do it because I'm good at it and because I enjoy it." -Blaster ahs as he flips off and transforms landing on his two large red feet, "Enjoy stealin' sounds a bit crazaaay dun't ya' think? You should be rockin' it to the good side helping the cauze' with the bots." -Moonlight smiles. "I never do what I should. Should isn't in my vocabulary." She makes a tossing motion with her hand. "I live by the way I was raised, and that was with the belief that good and evil were only secondary things. I never worry so much about morals." -Blaster lets out a slight ahh, "Well I like your cut kid. You ever feel like joining the good guyz, give me a ring." He pauses and chuckles, "Never mind i'll hear ya before ya' pick up the phone." He winks and takes a seat. -Moonlight shrugs. "Of course, no one will be more happy than I when the war ends. I don't like fighting. I don't like all the restrictions on movement." -Blaster smirks, "Then why not help end it and join the Autoguyz?" -Moonlight grins. "No offense, but I don't see your side winning. Besides, it's a matter of conscience. The 'Cons helped scratch my back, so I help scratch theirs. I don't really care overly much about their ideology." -Blaster hahs, "Well, that's great. Might as well join up with us. Perceptor made an awsome backscratcha'." He chuckles, "I'll keep ya listed. I'm fine with Cons.. well most." He snaps his fingers, "Last question to make sure your not a totally awful Con. What's your favorite kind of music?" -Moonlight shrugs. "I like upbeat bar tunes with a bit of naughty humor in them." -Blaster hmms, "That suits fine with me." -Moonlight finishes off her drink and orders another one. -Blaster taps his glass try and just sits there jamming to himself. -Moonlight stands up and stretches, leaving her second drink half finished. "Well, I had better get home soon. I have a few things to tend to." -Blaster nods, "Same here, better un on second gear." He stands up and heads twoards the exit.