In the middle of the bar counter, there sat Ratchet. Datapad in one servo and the other with a drink, he read the contents of the datapad with a nonchalant expression. It looked like he was just skimming through it

The background music was playing an earth song, which Swerve had been playing repeatedly. Though there were some new songs that were unfamiliar, Ratchet swirled his drink as he continued to pay no mind to the music and chaotic background