I'm aware there was a problem with this chapter previously sooooooooo, I've fixed it... hopefully :) Thanks guys and guylettes.

Arcee watched the Decepticon carefully as he slowly observed the bar. The Glazed Optic had become a hot spot for most who wanted to just rest, lie back and catch up with their friends. It had originally been made by the Vehicons in the hope of having somewhere to relax after a long day but as more and more mechs and femmes had been created by the planet the more appeared in the bar until the Vehicons were now the major minority, they still came but they were by no means the only visitors. Mechs and femmes would come down to the bar after a long day and just drink their problems away with their friends. Arcee sometimes came down to the bar with Bumblebee or Smokescreen, even Bulkhead and Wheeljack when they were around and offered for her to come along, which wasn't often.

Their drinks were laid next to them at the counter before the bartender moved on to another customer. Starscream took his slowly before taking a small sip and laying it back down. Arcee didn't touch hers as she calculated exactly what the former Decepticon was doing. She had never been like this with Knock Out, but that was different. Knock Out had never been a massive threat and had never been truly cruel, the same could not go for Starscream.

A femme walked up to the bar and sat by Starscream who eyed her for a moment before holding out a hand.

"Starscream," he said smoothly as the femme turned to him and looked from the hand to his optics in surprise, "in case you were wondering."

"Do I know you?" she asked frowning and Arcee smirked as Starscream shifted slightly.

"Not yet, but if you'd like to get to know me, I'm not objecting."

"Hey, Mowdown," the femme turned to a large mech standing behind her and glaring darkly at Starscream.

"Hey."

"Is this glitch giving you problems?" he asked and Arcee saw Starscream's wings bristle and his fists clench. She was about to intervene…

"No, he's nothing. Are the rest here?"

"Yeah, this way." The mech led the femme away and Starscream glared after them before taking a large swig from his drink.

"Good job," Arcee said with a small smile and Starscream shot her a nasty look.

"What kind of name is 'Mowdown' anyway? Stupid femme," he snarled and Arcee took a gulp of her energon, content that Starscream wasn't causing trouble for now. There was silence between them as they both drank silently until they were both empty.

"Another?" Starscream nodded and soon they had refills and Arcee was still watching him carefully.

"Why is everyone so…" he trailed off as he glared around the bar.

"So?"

"Bulky." He finished turning to Arcee.

"It's just how the planet made them, we noticed it but this is a new world, a second chance. We're not going to complain with the bots we get."

"Even the femmes!" Starscream snapped glaring in the direction of Mowdown, "you saw that monster, I didn't even realise how big she was until she stood again. They're like frigging clones with different paint jobs and vocal emitters. I was never short but I can bet you a good seven more drinks that each one here would dwarf me." Stascream took a gulp and Arcee followed him before forming a response.

"Maybe Primus saw us… saw the war… maybe this is his way of solving it, by making everyone equal."

"It's disgusting," Starscream growled as he looked back to her with his red optics, "we don't even fit in here anymore."

"We?" questioned Arcee with a raised brow and Starscream grinned slightly.

"Come now, Arcee, don't try and pretend you belong here anymore than I do, if anything you belong here even less than I do. Look at everyone around me, they're the size of fragging apartment blocks, like your friend Bulkhead. Before the war there was division, you had the bulky ones but you had us as well, built for speed and agility, but where is all that? It's gone and in its place we're left with the bulk… we're a dying breed Arcee and I'm not the only one here who doesn't fit in." Arcee was forced to see truth in Starscream's words there. She was even less bulky than Starscream and shorter, she was dwarfed even more by the bulky bots around her but she'd grown used to it. Starscream was making it extremely apparent why she'd been so uncomfortable around them originally.

"You empty?" she said instead not able to meet his blazing optics and she practically heard him smirk.

"Yes."

After Arcee bought thirds she bought fourths… and fifths… and sixths… and tenths. By the sixth drink the tension between the two seemed to have completely disappeared and Arcee found it far easier talking to Starscream than any of the other bots surrounding them. As the drinks escalated so did the laughter that left their mouths and the attention they gained consequently. As the drinks passed Arcee ran out of reasons to hate Starscream, they just seemed to run away from her as they joked and laughed.

"First times," Starscream said with a smirk after they had both downed half of their tenth drink.

"First time what?"

"Really 'Cee do I have to spell it out?" he chuckled and she hit him on the shoulder.

"Don't call me that!"

"Why? Do you have a secret lover who used to call you- ow!" Starscream yelped as Arcee hit him harder and laughed.

"No, I just don't like it."

"It's not like you can stop me, give me one reason to stop." He giggled as he leaned over to her.

"Otherwise," she whispered, leaning forwards so their helms were very close, "I'll be calling you Screamer." She laughed as Starscream glowered comically and he leaned back.

"Deal," he snapped and she laughed harder, soon followed by Starscream's own laughter. Oddly Arcee had always imagined it to be some kind of insane cackle, it wasn't at all. In fact it was rather composed.

As the two laughed they were entirely oblivious that nearly the entire bar was watching the two of them. It was not rare for bots to get tipsy in the Glazed Optic, but it was rare for the bots to be so loud, for the bartender not to throw them out and for one of the bots to be Commander Arcee.

It was not rare for Arcee to come to the bar and despite her size she commanded the utmost respect simply by her presence, whenever she came with her friends they may get tipsy but she would always be stern and composed, watching her giggling and laughing was a spectacle in itself. The other surprise came in her drinking partner, an odd mech, his optics were red, not blue, he had odd wings on his back and he was a lot slimmer and shorter than most mechs. His colour scheme composed of grey, silver and red, not a very decorative combination.

The Vehicons in the bar had realised the laughing just as easily as everyone else and were twice as shocked to not only see the Autobot commander laughing but for her to be laughing with Starscream. He had been presumed dead by most Vehicons, some wished he really had been, but none of them could understand why Starscream hadn't tried to kill Arcee and run yet. Starscream had always been a coward and struck when a foe was weakest, yet he was here now just laughing and talking. It was confusing.

"You did not!" Arcee almost screamed as Starscream finished a rather revealing story about a sparkling who had gotten a ride on Starscream and fallen off.

"It wasn't my fault!" Arcee erupted into laughter and Starscream glared before laughing himself, "He wasn't holding on properly!"

"This is too good!" she choked out through the laughter.

"I caught him again, by Primus!" her laughter slowly subsided as she glanced at Starscream's cup.

"Empty?" Starscream tapped the cup which made a clear ringing noise, "Another," she said to the barman.

"That's quite a lot, commander." The bartender pointed out and Arcee looked back to him.

"I'm thirsty!" she complained loudly and Starscream burst into a fit of laughter.

"You've had ten already, commander, I think that's enough."

"I think I'll know when I've had enough!"

"Please, commander, don't make me call the authorities."

"I am the authority!" she said flabbergasted but stopped when Starscream put a clawed hand on her shoulder.

"Come on, Cee, I'm tired." She completely forgot about the bartender and turned to Starscream.

"Whatever you say, Screamer," she smirked before leaving with a smiling Starscream on her tail.

Outside night had now officially fallen with the stars glinting in the sky. The street was illuminated by street lamps and the lights from all the surrounding buildings.

"So… where am I staying?" asked Starscream and Arcee gasped melodramatically.

"Oh, didn't I say? You're staying with me Screamer!"

"What?"

"Whoops," she said with a small laugh and he glowered before smiling slightly.

"Alright, where are we going then, Cee?" she hit him on the shoulder before leading him towards her apartment. It had been the first building officially completed by Bulkhead and the construction crew and she'd immediately taken it. She much preferred the planet to the Nemesis.