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Pairing: Swerve/Overlord
It was a peaceful night in his bar. Patrons were all around drinking and partying and that stuff . Swerve was behind the bar, always taking care of those who needed a drink. He's always had this special sixth sense. He just knew when a mecha needed a drink and what kind of drink. Everyone went to his bar just for his magical touch and that night wasn't the exception.
Although the night was to celebrate they had to be cautious. It had recently been on the news that a serial killer was on the loose from the insane asylum in which he had been sentenced after discovering his many cruel crimes. Torture, violations, cannibalism, were just part of the things that stain the history of this individual. But life had taught Swerve several things, the first of all was that he always had to remain optimistic in any circumstance. That individual was very far from home and he did not have to stop the celebration because of a crazy person on the loose.
However, throughout his functioning, he had also learned that he had very, very bad luck. Someone just came in, shouting everyone to run to their homes. The crazy bastard had been spotted in their town. And so, just as fast, all the mecha inside the bar ran away, leaving a half scared half annoyed Swerve all by himself
"Hey, you! You haven't paid for your drink yet, come back heeeeeeere!"
The whole place was left a mess. Cubes on the tables, grade all over the floor. Some even had left their datapads or weapons behind. As much as he wanted to be safely secured, his bar needed a cleanup. Besides, his quarters were just above, he shouldn't worry that much
Half an hour had already went by with the cleaning and organizing the place. He was just below the bar when he heard the door opening. A late night guest? With a serial killer going around? The mecha must care little for it's functioning or he is very desperate to get a drink. And Swerve had never left a customer unsatisfied
"Hi there! Welcome to Swerve's! How can I help-!" He had to stop talking. The cube he was cleaning fell to the ground, it's clattering adding more tension to the atmosphere.
There, on the seat in front of him, sat the biggest mecha he had ever seen aside from the law enforcers. Blue and white with shades of pale purple, a very big and broad construction. It was the one who scared all his patrons away...
Overlord
He said something, but Swerve's audio receptors couldn't pick anything due to all the stress his processor was receiving by visual feed alone. His frame shook in terror, visor dimmed off almost shutting down.
"... Well?" His audial routines finally started working again
"What?" That came out as a squeak more than a question
Overlord chuckled darkly, and all his systems pinged for a reboot "I asked for a drink..."
"W-Well, I have all varieties of mid and high grade around here. Flavored and raw" He was too surprised his vocalizer hadn't glitched by now. His client too, if the slightly widen of optics was anything to go by "Fancy something more specific?"
"I'll... Leave it to your choice, then" He put himself to work quickly while his client rested his big, heavy helm over his wide servos
He still didn't knew how could he smile as casually as always when the nightmare of Iacon was sitting right there! At least half of his subroutines were occupied with the mixing and preparing.
He was making a drink for a very dangerous mecha. Any wrong step could meant deactivation. Swerve had so much questions but didn't dared to talk. He screwed up many things when he talked. He finished his job swiftly and served the drink into the biggest cube he had.
Overlord took it, high grade of pale violet color. When the giant drank, Swerve questioned himself about why hadn't used some poisonous substance to make his tanks hurt. He had stuff he could use, and then he would comm the enforcers with less risk. Why hadn't he thought about it earlier!
"... Interesting choice of grade..." He lost his train of thought with only hearing his voice "What is this one called?"
"It's... It's a new mix that I recently created! I haven't choose a name yet but it has received good critics so far!" That was a blatant lie. But he didn't wanted to risk being deactivated if his drink didn't pleased Overlord
"Oh, yes. It's quite good..." The insanely big mecha looked at him closely. Swerve felt a shriver run through all his frame. He wasn't used to being scrutinized "... Mind if I share a drink with you"
"Oh... I shouldn't drink during work hours" He had done it many times before. But this was... An extreme situation! If he got intoxicated then he'll be at the other's mercy! Not that he could even think of fighting him, but at least he could comm!
"Please? I would feel... Offended if you don't share a drink with me..." Oh no, Swerve definitely didn't wanted that.
He had no choice. He nodded without talking, afraid of somehow ruin Overlord's good humor. He tried to take the cube but the other mecha held it close to his dermas... This was a dream or a dreadful nightmare? This time without questioning, he sipped from the cube. It was hot, it warmed all his energon lines of something sweet, but it left a bitter taste on his glossa. It was good, too good, he really had to patent it and sell it. Overlord kept tipping the cube over him, so he had to keep drinking. It was tasty, even if his processor was becoming blurry. The effects could be seen on his dimmed visor. Why was he scared again?
He finally drank it all. His whole frame felt pleasantly hot, he still could taste the bitterness on his glossa. It was not uncomfortable. In fact, he felt so relaxed.
"I'm going to take care of you, little bot~" The voice was distant and his vision feed blurry, but it sounded like a handsome mecha...