2016-07-06 Restorative Action
From Transformers: Lost and Found
|Location||Lost Light: Recreation -- Swerve's|
|Summary||Cliffjumper makes up for damage done|
Often referred to as the heart of the ship (by Swerve), the bar is rarely empty, rarely quiet. Central to the whole is the bar itself: just tall enough for a minibot to serve over the edge and lined with stools capable of accommodating bots of any height. Large, clear vessels stand behind the bar, containing the brews of the day. Behind the bar, an engex distillery assures there's always something new.
Round tables are scattered across the floor. Seats fold up from the floor beneath. Large booths along the sides of the room have room for a half-dozen or more, if they don't mind getting cozy, while monitors here and there find occasional use showing old vids.
A sign outside the door says:
No Guns, No Swords, No Bombs
Underneath is written: I MEAN IT!! LOCK YOUR WEAPON SYSTEMS DOWN AND DUMP EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE BIN BY THE DOOR. It is signed with a little frowning Swerve face.
On the other side of the door is a SHAME LIST. No, really, that's what it says. It has the number of days that various people are banned from Swerve's and counts down at the start of the morning shift.
Primus he couldn't wait to be done with all this slag. He needs a nap in the worse way. Stupid hang over. Cliff has to do this though. He has to make up for his stupid temper. He drags in the last table he got to replace the damaged one. He's gathered tables from where ever he could find and just brought them there like it was no big deal. Sure the new tables didn't match anything but at least they weren't scuff or ruined in any way. He left the old tables by the observation desk. He's sure Beachcomber could use more tables. Probably at least.
"There, that's last of the tables. Now to get rid of the skid marks on the floor." He wasn't which skid marks were his and decides he should just clean them all up. Just to be on the safe side. "Now where the frag are the cleaning supplies. He has to have some around here." Cliffjumper starts looking around, muttering to himself that he should just get a bunch of rugs to cover up the rugs.
Swerve might have been expecting one of the other bartenders in the bar when he came to open, but he certainly wasn't expecting Cliffjumper. In fact, when he first saw Cliffjumper, Swerve worried he was going to have to call security again. Then he realized Cliff was cleaning up. "So is this your punishment?"
Cliff perks up and looks over at the entrance when he hears Swerve. He stares a moment before answering. "If you're suggesting that I was ordered to clean up. Naw, no one knows I'm doing this. I was kinda hoping to be out of here before you came." He shrugs though, nothing he could do about it now.
Swerve's visor blinks a few times "No one put you up to this." He says flatly. "No one at all?" Frankly he doesn't believe the red mini at all, but he won't stop Cliff from cleaning, either.
"Nope, just got here and cleaned up. I mean it's the least I can do after losing my temper last night. Sorry about that." Again Cliff shrugs. "Hey, where is you skids-be-gone stuff? Unless you want to get some new rugs. I can get rugs if you want." From other bots of course that didn't match at all, but still rugs.
Swerve goes behind the bar in a small cabinet to grab the cleaning supplies. "your temper was lost before you got to my bar. What I want to know is why?" Swerve handed the bottle of cleaning fluid to Cliff.
Cliff takes the cleaning stuff, nodding in thanks. He gives the other mini a sour look, however, as he asks about his feelings. "Primus, does everyone have to be all in my business? I'm always mad. Just who I am, geez." He gets on his knees and starts cleaning.
"Because when one person is off it tends to throw the whole group off. That and your mad last night was not normal for you." Swerve shrugged "But you don't have to tell me squat if you don't want to." The white and red mini started to clean glasses from behind the bar.
A miserable sigh escapes his vents. He told Beachcomber, he guesses he might as well tell Swerve. "I had a break up with a femme I was dating. Felt pretty awful that made her cry and junk." Welp, it was only a matter of time before the whole ship knew of his problems. He guess it was going to happen sooner or later. He'll just hide in the firing range until the rumors died down.
In Telling Swerve, Cliffjumper ensure the whole ship would know. "Who, Gearshift?" He'd seen the two together in the bar before "That was fast." he can't help himself.
"You're telling me. Things were going really well too. My temper just got in the way." Cliff let out another sigh. "I really shouldn't be surprised at this point. I'm hoping after like a week I can at least tell her I'm sorry or something. If she's not scared to talk to me that is."
Swerve gives a shrug "She strikes me as one of those too-nice types. You'll be fine." He assures the red mini as he pours some low grade "Here, on the house"
Yeah, she was nice, too nice to be hanging around scum like him. She deserved way better and he hoped she finds it. Cliff looks over at Swerve, cocking an eyebrow. "You sure about that? I might go crazy on you again, heh." He gave the bartender a teasing smirk. He let out a small grunt as he stood and walks over. "Thanks Swerve." He takes the glass and sips it. Not bad.
"It's low grade, you'd have to drink two bottles before it'd even hit you. If that" Swerve's not stupid, he knows better at this point than to give Cliff something stronger than that."No problem. You came and cleaned up without even being asked to. Most wouldn't have even apologized."
Cliff smiles at that. It's the best compliment he's gotten in a long time. "Well, this isn't the first time I messed up. Kinda used to it by now." He took another sip. "No surprise you get a lot of bar fights in here though. I mean it is a bar after all." He chuckles. "Don't you have any doormech or something to help you out?"
Swerve shook his helm "Nah, and it bothers Tailgate a lot." He looks up "Don't you ever think 'maybe I should do things differently so I mess up less? or do you just think 'maybe if I do the same thing it'll be different" a smirk plays on Swerve's lips.
His smile turns into a sour frown. "Coming from the mech who keeps getting beat up." Cliff grumbles into his drink. "And here I was going to offer to be your door mech. Guess I won't anymore." Cliff continues to give Swerve a 'you dun mess up' look.
Swerve shrugged "It was once the Barmech smirked. "I can always ask Tailgate for someone from Security. Or Teebs. Teebs is always here."
Now Cliff's pride is hurt. Always a good way to get on his bad side fast. "Pft, Tailgate would get Inferno to do it and that mech doesn't know anything about how to stop a fight, especially a drunk fight. He'll be like 'oh please don't fight. Come on guys, it's not nice'." He of course speaks in a mocking tone. He had nothing against the truck, just so annoying how he panders to Red. "Tch, yeah, totally getting rugs now." Swerve didn't deserve clean floor now!
Swerve can't help but laugh now "oh no, my mortal enemy, carpeting!" He mockingly begs for mercy "oh please mighty warrior, spare me the vacuuming!"
Cliff couldn't help but to snicker at Swerve. How could he not?! "Yeah well, you better be careful or else I'll do it!" He chuckles before finishing his drink. "Anyway, if you don't like whoever you get as your doormech, just let me know and I'll talk to Tailgate about it." He places the glass down. "I should get back to cleaning. Gotta make this place look nice before it opens or whatever."
Swerve nods and gives Cliffjumper a half smirk "Of course, You'll make for a great contingency plan." The barmech goes back to cleaning glasses "or whatever indeed" he chuckles to himself.