There was a fluttering in Nova’s Optics. His memory banks were foggy from … From… What… What had happened? The past three Vorns were nothing but an intoxicated mist, as was obvious from the three cubes of energon laying on the bed. The White Armored mech graoned and rubbed his helm as he sat up in his berth… Looking about, the prime realized this was NOT HIS Berth, nor his home! The View from the window was that of a view from the Upper sections of Iacon, while he lived near the outskirts of the city. It was that moment, his urge to stay there was intupted by a stronger urge to vacate his tanks. Dashing from the berth and making it intime, the next few seconds had Nova’s systems to a full energon tank reboot making the Mech feel very unwell… Looking up at his faceplates, he rubbed his mouth a bit and gave his face a slap. “ Note to self.. Never let Arcee Dare you to down a 55 Gallon Drum of Energon again. “ Arcee… Why had he thought of her… Somthing about this was sticking but what? More of his mental fog began to lift as He noted his right Servo. On his hand was that of a marking.. A Flowery Detail in his upper servo plate.. An Eye Of Primus linked with two infinity emblems. … no.. no.. had he.. He Turned and looked at the rest of the bed… Seeing the partner in the bed, her smaller vehicular frame, the curves of a Bikerbot and her exposed legs under the silken cover. Arcee… “ Oh Primus, We got Bonded…”