Bar Meetings CM

Title: Bar Meetings
Pairing(s): Blackwing/Twilight, Bloodshed/Thornstriker
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: fluff, het, TFA

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Twilight sat at the bar, taking a sip of her energon cube. She knew she wasn’t good with high grade and she didn’t want to get drunk before Blackwing came. He would be upset if she did, considering how much of a light-weight she was. And last thing she wanted to do was get carried away by some strange mechs. She knew filtered energon would be fine.

She looked over to her right again. For the past fifteen minutes since she arrived at the bar, she had been watching a lone green femme sitting at a small booth. She was incredibly small – perhaps maybe even a bit shorter than her, if not the same height. Like her, she looked like she was waiting for someone.

She couldn’t help but to worry a little bit about her, though. It may have not have been that noticeable, but she had caught sight of the Autobot insignia on the side of her chassis. And certainly someone else was bound to notice it too. Not that Autobots weren’t welcomed here. It was simply that this side of the Neutral area was where mainly Decepticons came to enjoy whatever time they could get off.

She worried for her safety. She had seen Autobots come around and be harassed by Decepticons with a grudge. She bit her bottom lip and looked away again. She was being paranoid. Not every Decepticon was like that and she knew this. She was Bonded to one! She was simply overreacting…

“Hey gorgeous, you wanna hang out with us?”

Maybe she spoke too soon. She looked back to see two mechs – Neutrals, which was somewhat relieving – had come over to the small green femme and were starting to flirt with her. She declined their invitation to leave the bar with them, but that didn’t stop the two larger mechs from their rather touchy flirting. And from what she could see, the green femme looked frightened out of her mind, trying to get away but unable to.

Twilight may have not have been a strong femme, but she just wasn’t about to sit back and let this happen. She stood up and walked over to three of them, smiling brightly when the petite femme looked to her.

“There you are!” she said. “I’ve been looking all over for you! I didn’t know when you were going to show up!”

The femme just stared at her, confused for a few moments. But then she understood what she was trying to and gave a relieved smile. “Yes… Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep myself hidden.”

One of the taller mechs narrowed his optics at her, studying over her for a bit. Despite her dark color scheme, this was one was pretty cute too… Well, a two for one deal couldn’t hurt. He smirked and relaxed a bit. “You with her, sweetspark?”

She took a step back when he took a step forward. “She’s a friend of mine, yes. We’re waiting for our mates.”

“Mates?” the other mech asked, raising an optic ridge.

“Yes. We’re both Bonded.”

The two mechs looked at each other before looking back at the femme. Then they mumbled out something, most likely a bitter and defeated apology, before turning away. The green femme let out a relieved breath, slumping back against the booth she was sitting in. She looked to the taller femme and gave her an embarrassed smile.

“Th-Thank you, Miss,” she said softly. “Y-You really saved me.”

Twilight smiled, sitting next to the femme to give her a little comfort. “It was no trouble at all. You looked like you were panicking, so I knew that I should do something. Are you all right?”

“Y-Yes, I’m quite all right.” The femme cleared her throat, trying to regain some control over herself. She felt embarrassed that someone had to help her out of a spot like that… again. It wasn’t the first and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, as sad as it was to admit. “Um… Thank you, once again. May I get your name?”

She smiled and stretched out a hand to the sweet and rather timid femme. She sort of reminded her of herself, what with her shy mannerisms. “My name’s Twilight.”

She smiled back and took the hand, shaking it. “I’m Thornstriker. It’s very nice to meet you, Miss Twilight.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” she said. She looked over to the two mechs who had approached her, but they seemed to be leaving the bar. Good thing too. Last thing she needed was for them to come back once she realized she had lied for the other. She may have been waiting for her mate, but she no idea about the green femme.

Well, since she was sitting there, she might as well ask her.

“So what brings you here?” she asked. “I’m surprised to see an Autobot around these parts… They don’t come here very often.”

“I’m waiting for a friend,” she said, avoiding her gaze a bit. Damn, she had seen her insignia. But she could clearly see that she was a Neutral, so it wasn’t like it would bother her. Still, she didn’t want it getting around that an Autobot and a Decepticon were meeting around these parts. People would get the wrong idea and charge them for crimes they didn’t commit…

But she shook the thought off and smiled gently at the other. “And you? Why are you here?”

“My Bondmate is a Decepticon,” she admitted. Though the other was an Autobot, she wasn’t, so she couldn’t get her into trouble. And besides, though Autobots and Decepticons roamed in Neutral territory from time to time, they weren’t allowed to bring their war here.

Thornstriker’s optics widened. Oh no… She was Bonded to a Decepticon? How would he react to her presence if she stayed there? Some Decepticons didn’t care, but others… They wouldn’t be so forgiving of an Autobot in their space. He did not want to cause any trouble or get hurt because a Decepticon was looking for trouble.

“Maybe I should go then…” Thornstriker said softly, clearing her throat. “I-I don’t want to-”

“Oh, no, no,” Twilight said, calming the other done. Right. Any Autobot would be worried to be with a Decepticon, considering the war and all. “It’s quite all right. Blackwing – my mate – won’t hurt anyone just to hurt them… He will only be violent if he is provoked to violence.”

Blackwing may have been a Decepticon, but he wasn’t some mindless killer. He would never attack someone if they didn’t do anything to deserve it. Or if they weren’t on the battlefield. And the Autobot in front of her certainly wasn’t the violent type. Blackwing wouldn’t hurt her.

Thornstriker was hesitant though. She didn’t want to be a target on any Decepticon’s hit list. Still, she didn’t think this kind femme was lying to her. She just hoped nothing went wrong.

Seeing the femme stay seated made her smile. “If I may, who are you waiting for?”

“O-Oh, just… my friend,” she said. “We don’t get to see each other often, so we decided to meet here.”

She never knew what to call Bloodshed sometimes. They weren’t mates or lovers, but… they were certainly more than friends. They had slept together consensually once already, so it wasn’t a platonic friendship… Not that it ever had been. Primus, just thinking about it was confusing. She couldn’t think of how to even explain it to this femme and she certainly wasn’t going to try.

“Oh? And who’s your friend?”

She hesitated to say. Could she tell her that she was meeting a Decepticon here? While perhaps she may have not have cared, her mate was an entirely different matter. Cross-faction relationships were pretty much forbidden. It was an unwritten rule of war, basically. And what if her mate followed and believed in that rule? Would it get Bloodshed killed?

Twilight noticed his hesitation and gave him a soft look. She didn’t want or mean to make her new friend uncomfortable. She was just curious honestly…

“I’m sorry,” she offered. “I… I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable.”

“N-No…” The scientist cleared her throat. “I-I’m sorry I’m being rude. I… I’m meeting my friend, who’s a Decepticon… And I don’t want him to get into trouble…” Then she realized she was making her and her mate sound like cruel people, making her retract. “I-I’m not saying that your mate will report him or anything! I-I’m just concerned for him and I… I…”

Now she just felt embarrassed. Stupid even. She wasn’t trying to be insulting, but that was how she was probably coming across.

But Twilight laughed softly. “It’s all right. I understand your concern. But reassured, I won’t say anything and my mate is no tattletale.”

She understood where the femme was coming from. Autobots and Decepticons getting together? Both of them could get in trouble if they were caught. It was a dangerous thing what they were doing, but she admired them for their courage.

Thornstriker gave a small smile at that, cheeks turning a bit red. Well, she was certainly glad that she hadn’t insulted the femme. She would have hated to make himself appear rude. Sometimes, she was just bad with explaining things…

“Thornstriker.”

The deep voice caused both Thornstriker and Twilight to look up. Twilight’s optics widened at the sight of the rather large red and black Decepticon standing at their table. She couldn’t help but to jump a little when the mech glanced at her before turning back to face Thornstriker. He was a rather intimidating figure, definitely a bit frightening.

But she knew some people felt the same about Blackwing… though he wasn’t as horrible as people painted him to be. Perhaps this Decepticon was the same.

Thornstriker gave a small smile at her friend. “Hello, Bloodshed.”

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, though making no move to sit down. He wasn’t exactly comfortable sitting with someone he didn’t know, like the femme, even though she and Thornstriker appeared to be on friendly terms. “Nova needed me to do him a favor before I came.”

“It’s quite all right,” she said, moving to stand. She knew Bloodshed would want to go somewhere else. He was a bit socially awkward around others at times and she supposed that was how the other was feeling now. She looked to Twilight and gave her a gentle smile. “I’m afraid I have to leave now, Miss Twilight. But it was very nice meeting you.”

She smiled too. “Nice to meet you too, Thornstriker. Come by again sometime. I would love to chat more.”

Thornstriker nodded. “Of course.” She moved out of the booth and over to Bloodshed, giving her a wave goodbye as she followed Bloodshed over to another part of the bar, disappearing from Twilight’s view.

The femme laughed softly as the two walked away. She could faintly see that they were holding hands, though Bloodshed’s hand practically engulfed Thornstriker’s, as she was quite petite. Still, it was cute. And she could see that they were more than just friends. She wondered why she didn’t say the Decepticon was her lover. Then again, she was quite shy…

She got up from the booth and went back to the bar, ordering a small high-grade energon cube. Now she was alone again and had to wait for her mate to show up.

Of course, when the bartender put down her drink in front of her, a pair of large hands rested on her shoulders. She jumped and looked up, though she smiled when she saw who it was. “I was wondering when you would show up.”

“Got caught up in some things,” he said, closing his optics for a moment as his Bondmate kissed him once. Then he moved to sit down next to her at the bar, ordering his own drink before turning back to her. “I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.”

She laughed once and shook her helm. She took a sip from her cube and said, “Don’t worry. While I was waiting for you, I made a new friend.”

He raised an optic ridge. “Did you?” he asked, the bartender handing him his drink.

She nodded. “A sweet little femme who had been waiting for her mechfriend. She left just a bit ago.”

“Good.” Blackwing reached over and rubbed her shoulder. “I want you alone tonight.”

Twilight blushed brightly, taking a long sip from her cube. Though she loved the mech, he could be so embarrassing sometimes… No wonder the femmes were charmed by him. But, like she said, she loved the mech.

And she certainly didn’t mind spending alone time with him either.