Damnit. Of all the neutral bars he had to walk into, she did too.
Damnit. Of all the tables he had to chose in the bar, it has to face her.
Damnit. Of all the nights they had to chose, it had to be tonight of all nights.
Arcee flicks a pink finger in the air ordering another volatile drink. The waitress comes by and Starscream gently catches her arm. With a soft touch, the waitress is willing to pay him respectful attention. “Whatever she’s ordered, bring her 3, she’s going to need it. So will I.” He lays enough chips on the tray to pay for his three, Acree’s three and a generous tip.
“Should I deliver them here or there?” She can see the pain in his optics and had seen the smoldering pain in the pink and blue femme’s.
Starscream looks back down into his nearly empty vessel muttering, “Separate would be best.”