The bar was warm compared to the bitter cold outside world. It was filled with happy, friendly chatter and loud, drunken singing. It was late and many bots were home laying in recharge for the long day ahead but no bots here were in recharge a few bots were but only the ones that were passed out at the bar tables, booths, and stools.

Many of the bots awake were you and your conjunx, a very authoritative bot who was Optimus Prime himself's second-in-command. Elita wasn't one for drinking very often, rarely ever did she treat herself to high grade. However, with it being date night you suggested going to a nearby bar for your date and of course, she agreed.

The two conjunx's sat not at the bar itself on one of the many stools but instead at a booth after ordering a few drinks. You and Elita would talk about each other's days, going on about the good parts and the bad parts until eventually the first round of drinks was gone and dry. You smiled and said you'd go get the next round of drinks for them both so Elita wouldn't have to get up.

Getting up with both of the now dry glasses you slid out of the booth and stepped away to the high-top bar table. You called to the bartender, returning the glasses and ordering another round to which the red bot smiled and nodded before stepping off to complete the order. While waiting on the next round you leaned against the long table, simply tapping the surface with a digit before a rather annoying and cocky voice broke the friendly hum of the bar.

"Hey there sweetie, like whatcha' got there." The mech whistled lowly, placing a servo on his hip while the other swirled his high grade. You were taken back at how insanely casual this mech was being about what he'd said and the manner he'd said it in. You had muttered something along the lines of "Excuse me?" When the mech just kept on talking.

"You heard me." He boasted, taking a sip from his drink. "It's not often I see a bot as pretty as you around. I like what I'm seeing and I wanna see it in action." The way he was saying all of this was jarring to you and made you both uncomfortable and offended at being reduced to nothing but eye candy. You despite being rather mad tried to at first explain you were happily taken when the mech cut you off with a scoff. "C'mon, I can give you something real good." The mech whistled again. "You don't know what you want."

"Yes, she does." The voice rang clear in your audio processors and a wave of relief crashed into your chest at the sound of Elita coming from behind. The femme had seen what was happening back at their booth and quickly jumped in. "She said no." Elita said clearly, stepping forward to make a bit of space between you and the creepy mech. "That's all that matters. Now get the frag out of my face before I shove that drink down your throat." The unnamed mech seemed a bit on edge thanks to Elita's tone and walked off without another word.

Elita turned around to you once she was sure he'd walked off and her face fell a bit. "Are you alright?" She said quickly, reaching out to grab at your servo with a uncharacteristically gentle hold.