Betting he mixes em up. Who wants to challenge that?

[ did the thing..the getaway thing elsewhere, don't even search ]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHA [ TRANSFORMING...VROOOOOOOOM ]

AH— [ RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING ]

NOBODY WOBBLE ME

No tiny punks and no blue decepticons? Nice.

[ oh that is uncomfortable..super cool but...can it read his mind? Fuck A lackluster shrug Getaway's been avoiding the uptight dwarf since he got aboard ]

eh? what? why are you even here? isn't there elsewhere in need if stalking? [ Rude ]

[ Great... a staring contest He can handle that ]

[ He'd of course roll his eyes before turning to seek out the silent one annnnnd there's the money. Very blue. Bluer than average. ] Have you always been that blue?

Mhmm. Soundwave's close. [ A very very very very upsetting thought to process as a man with a mind ]

Euh. Wait. [ He's damn sure this bird is familiar...hmmmmm ]

[ Actually. No, he's got beef with a Wrecker and his bitch ass tow hitch. Needs more glass ]

[ Getaway enjoying his completely unmonitored internal dialogue It's just elevator music. ]

The blood on your hands is something you can't lose 、all you can choose is whose.

i can walk just fine im not a lightweight sheesh [ step step step yup, steppp he doesn't remember where ratchet is ]

Nhnmmm right. that [ faceplate closed, he shifts i suppose giving more room go ahead, check. ]

bluhhh [ The plate would release and slide aside once more revealing the quartet of incisors framing the rest if his teeth, differing heavily from the last time Rodimus had seen them. Being when he tore his lower jaw out It wasn't a mess, his tongue had been nicked a time or two ]

guuhhhgh gethoutoffhmymouth [ Annnnnd he's up, faceplate sealing itself back hiding his unsavory maw of teeth standinggggg ] ugh my arm [ milking it ]

[ optics squint, ughhhhh...ughbbbbhhjrhfndnd, the faceplate releases as Getaway rolls slightly spitting out shards of glass. Tiny bits of energon following along ] nawt gross .. . resourceful. now get off me, you'll dent my chestplate :/

bleegehhh mouth [ The remains of a crushed glass from Swerve's bar lie in his mouth resting comfortably on his tongue, don't ask him what he thought he'd need it for. Chewed in a way that yielded large shards of course, it was impossible to even see as much with the faceplate on. ]

leave that prude here. he rode on my back BEFORE i did anything wrong didn't even ask so impersonal [ slight wiggling ]

..hook hook don't forget the hook in my arm pretty tight in there... use the glass [ Ugh ratchet, maybe the drunkenness will further dull his sense of pain. ]

ugh [ he now merely glares up at her as he's still slightly dragged along and bordering on torn by the other bot's hook Steam pouring from the vents in his helm, pooling on the floor given it's density. ] go ahead tear it right back off benevolent captain didn't need it anyway

You're a mess of good intentions gone wrong. You strike a match upon yourself to keep others warm 、and now the whole world is on fire.

an idiot with a hook digging into the newly repaired arm. i didn't sit through the sadomasochistic operation that was ratchet just to lose it. [ Another decent chunk of glass and he's sawing again. Keep it up Hot shot and he'll use more than glass ]

ugggggghhhhh. [ a chunk of glass with considerable thickness is produced from within his servo before he'd begin tearing away at the wires making up the cable. ] heyyy Rodimus. we can talk about this can't we? total accident call it even, you don't hurt me i don't get hurt? deal?

[ the very same cable and hook tangled in Getaway? the same one dragging him back into the very open hallway? This is a saw trap, he's now tugging and pulling, trying to get away.. ] ok ok stop you win stop reeling

[ yeah, this is about to hurt everyone involved, Getaway's axle locked causing his alt mode to sharply turn to the right flipping and launching Hot Shot. He'd transform into his bot mode before ducking into an open Hallway..he'd caught a glimpse of a familiar hot rod ( adjective ) ]

[ A break? No, but she caught a car ] [ SKRRRRRRTTTTTT BURNOUT AND BACK OUT THE DOOR ]

[ Don't ask Getaway where we're going, his foots down and he's burning rubber. Weirdly Rodimus shaped streetlight coming up, must be back in the bar, no horn or headlights. VROOOOOOOOOOOM ]

[ VROOOOOOOM VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM VRRR VRRRRRR VRRROOOOOM ]

Weaaakkkkk. [ Mind ober matter, one pede before the ofher as he slowly but surely makes steps..really wading through the water to the exit before remembering. HE'S GOT FOUR WHEELS. TRANSFORMING AND ZIPPING OFF, PRIMUS HELP ANYONE DOWN THE HALL ]

[ Can be trusted with firearms in his current condition ]

Another glass? heh. don't cht me off, im still plenty coherent

hey you, you're finally awake now?