#platedbarkeep

[macaddams]

@platedbarkeep

Those green optics widened a bit and he flushed, hiding the slight smitten look by looking down into his lap with a soft giggle, “Well…yes. I am.”

He looked back up at the blue mech after he cooled his face plates, “And whatever is easiest, I don’t mind what I get.”

    “...Uh-huh,” Blurr’s mouth tilts into a thoughtful scowl, optics flitting away from the red-faced little mech to provide undivided attention to his work. Easiest only means that Spigot receives what’s closest, served in a highball glass.

     “So, what brings you here? Silver isn’t around, if you’re waiting on him.”

[silverprisma-blog]

"Silver, I just ordered some new drink ingredients and such. You wanna see?" Spigot is internally screaming in his anxiety. "Maybe we could...go on a little picnic or something?"

“A picnic? Well, isn’t that domestic. I suppose I wouldn’t mind, I could use a little relaxation-- especially if you’re offering free drinks.”

[silverprisma-blog]

"But what if I asked you to come celebrate Halloween with me?" There's a tiny lip wiggle.

...I suppose I could... indulge. I trust your understanding of my taste.

[macaddams]

A little mech hops up onto a bar stool, a soft and kind look on his face as he smiled. "Excuse me, could I get a drink please?" A smile crossed his features.

    Blurr’s ridges quirk upwards, regarding the little mech with a dose of skepticism. Familiar, bathed in neutral naturals with optics the color of spring — yet Blurr can’t find a name to place to those soft features.

    “Sure thing,” he flicks his wrist and discards his dishrag, “gotta tell me what you want first, though.”

    “——You’re a friend of Silver’s, right?”