"Well, if it isn't my old friend!"
That voice was familiar, turning around Lickety-Splitâs face nearly split in two at the bot standing in front of her. âLightbright!â she smiled and embraced her friend. âHow are you?â
Lightbright frowned a bit and furrowed her optic ridges. âAre you still working under that terrible boss?â There was concern expressed in her optics for her friend.
Yet, Lickety seemed optimistic about her situation regardless, so Lightbright smiled once more. âAh, you know. Same olâ, same olâ. I havenât had to work so hard since the downfall of Decepticons.â She admitted sheepishly.
âHeâs not so bad once you get to know him,â she waved off. âYou just gonna learn to stay out of his way. Itâs the rowdy customers you gotta worry about.â
She didnât want to talk about her place of work anymore. âAnd I defiantly donât envy you. Iâd rather have a boring job than worry about Decepticons,â She glanced around. âItâs been way too long since we last hung out, can I buy you a drink or something?â
"Mm..." Lightbright didn't seem to understand her reasoning, but moved on. Her friend wished to stray from the topic at hand, and it became clear.
"Oh, no! Let me buy instead. It would be my honour." LB insisted, a smile taking over her faceplates. "Some Decepticons are actually rather complacent. I am small, and small targets are harder to hit." She giggled.













