So I decided to continue this after all. It seemed too good to drop and I do have a lot of plans for this one. ;)

Chapter Two 'Behind the Bar'

The club was filled to the brink with twisting bodies and sloppy dances that would most likely be from inhaling alcohol since they stepped foot inside the bar. Bluestreak knew that he couldn't actually be swayed by any of the drinks but he did top-off a few beers to keep up appearances. It would be suspicious to walk into a human bar and not have at least one drink, even he knew that. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were still nowhere to be seen and the sharpshooter wouldn't take that chance of being caught in that mob on the colorfully lit dancefloor. Besides, he already had his optics on someone.

The male couldn't work up the courage to actually walk up to the bar and ask for the manager. Now that he was thinking about it, it would sound as if he had a complaint, and honestly he didn't. Albeit, she did say that the workers would know what to do if he did manage to get himself over his fear. Bluestreak sighed heavily and took one last pull of his beer before pushing his way to the front of the crowd near the bar and finding an empty stool.

It hadn't even been five minutes before a striking blonde was leaning over the counter to get up close. His optics quickly dashed to the name tag, Caroline. The designation didn't hail any reaction from him. Rather it just made him pull back slightly to get back the personal bubble he once had.

"Hey there handsome, what can I do ya for?" Her voice had a purr to it but he would rather have that sultry tone of Abigale wafting through his audio receptors. She was only one ask away.

"Actually I was wondering if I could speak to Abigale, I was informed that the staff would know what to do after this." His voice turned sheepish near the end and he mentally kicked himself in the aft for that.

As if it had just struck her, she instantly moved from the bar and toward the back room. Bluestreak had wondered if he had said something wrong during that little chat. How in the Pit did he screw up that fast?

The backroom was where Abigale went to gain just a tiny bit of her bearings before making her way into the craziness that was her bar. Don't get her wrong she does love it but, she still needed to get away from time to time.

Before she could even move to leave the door was shoved open and her trusted employee Caroline stood in the doorway. "Boss, there's someone out there asking for you. He said that someone told him that we would know what to do if he asked for the manager?" She said questioningly.

Blue. He had been the only one that she had said that to. "Yea, I'll be out there in a minute. Keep him busy." Before the worker turned to leave she added, "And please lighten up on him. It's his first night in a bar, the man's already shook up as it is." Caroline splayed a casual grin before walking out of the Caroline sauntered back over to his area Bluestreak sagged in his seat slightly. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of those fiery red curls that left his fuel tank in bundles. Instead he was once again greeted by the blonde that seemed to 'not to subtly' hit on him.

"The manager will be right with ya. But while you're waitin' she kindly asked me to keep ya company. I promise I don't bite. Too hard." This was just making his night already. First he had been dragged to a crowded bar, then his so-called 'friends' just left him alone, now he was stuck with this broad when all he wanted was for Abigale to come back and take him away from all of this.

Bluestreak vented through his Olfactory sensor before kindly turning back to the woman. Only one thing could get him out of this. And that was to completely chat this woman's ear off and have her running for the hills.

Abigale had finally managed to pull herself away from the room where she kept to her lonesome and stepped into the Bar where she had to contain her laughter.

She knew told Caroline to go easy however, the woman looked more like she was killing the man by going on and on about one thing or another.

The redhead thought it was time to take matters into her own hand before she lost this customer. Abigale quickly grabbed a tall glass and filled it to the brim with the best Lager in the building. Just for an extra kick she added a dash or two of cinnamon to make the taste buds have something to look forward to.

"Sorry it took so long, guess I didn't think you you would actually take me up on that little offer." She stated in an even tone as she placed the topped off liquid in front of the man that looked like he was just about ready to pass out. That was until she arrived.

Before she had even gotten here Bluestreak was just about ready to manually mute his audio receptors and keep it that way for the rest of the night. Am this woman talked how was some mech named Chris and how he was such a lowlife for leaving her in her time of need. And about how she now had these little girls nights out every now and again just to get over the dramatic loss.

Was this how people heard him? Because if so he was more than empathetic toward those people right about now. However, his little prayer from The Well of Sparks had been answered when Abigale had steered her away and do her actual job.

"In all honesty I didn't think I would have the-" He quickly searched for the appropriate wording- "guts to do it either. Being that it's my first time here I thought it would be some kind of joke that you did here for all the newbies."

Primus, here laugh was like soft tinkling bells that bells that chimed softly in a summer breeze. He wanted to online to the sound every morning- Woah, get a hold of yourself here mech. You barely even know the femme.

"Huh, maybe I should make that a thing. It would be a nice laugh to have every now and again. Especially with the Social Introverts. That would be a sight."

Instead of answering Bluestreak quickly picked up the glass that had been wafting through his Olfactory sensors from the time it was placed down. Taking a pull from the glass he couldn't help but almost release a vibrant moan of pleasure. The Lager itself had its way of making you tasting something light like regular beer but, at the time same it rebounded with a fiery kick that the cinnamon only added to.

"Those are one of my specials. Simple but, it'll leave you with one helluva hangover in the morning." Bluestreak didn't know what a hangover was but, he couldn't stop the next question.

"Do you get hangovers, often." He asked while searching the term. Slag. He hated himself more than he ever did in his existence. But instead of becoming angered at the question she simply laughed that wonderful laugh and sighed.

"You know, I used to but I had to learn the hard way that coming home with one of those bad boys every night was not any good for my health." Of course it was a figure of speech. There were no males involved with coming into her residence. If there were he would just have to handle that.

Primus Almighty, this femme was going to be the offlining of him and she didn't even know it.