Being the only human on the Lost Light has its perks. And downsides. Many, many, downsides. But, you're only focusing on the perks today.

Like how Swerve tends to give you free drinks for simply existing and fauns over your existence. It's almost as though he sees you as a celebrity.

But, to be fair. To him, you probably are. He's seen every single piece of human media ever, and to him, you're probably some kind of living figurine of his favourite TV shows and movies.

It's a good thing the chatty bartender isn't all that annoying, to you anyway. Sure, he can talk your ear off, but he makes good jokes and has a glossa sharper than a switchblade when it comes to trading banter.

And one of the other perks of having Swerve be moderately obsessed with you, is that he's likely to do anything you say.

"Wait, what?" You can't see it, but you're use Swerve just blinked at you incredulously behind his visor. "You seriously wanted to be a bartender when you were a kid?"

For the first time, perhaps ever, Swerve has been rendered speechless. That is, until his faceplate lights up and he practically drags you over the counter, onto his side of the bar.

"I can teach you how to do it! And teach you some tricks, and maybe you can help me out in the bar sometimes as thanks! Or, you could thank me in other ways, like convincing Rodimus to actually pay his tab, speaking of tabs, you know what a bar tab is, right? Of course you do, you're smart, or at the very least, not as stupid as Ten. You know apparently Ten has made little models of everyone on the ship except me? Can you believe it? The absolute audacity-"

Swerve continues rambling on about things that only loosely connect, and you're not quite sure if he realises just how cruel he can be to poor Ten, just because he can only say his own name.

But then, he seems to remember that he just offered to teach you how to bartend, and chuckles nervously.

"So, uh... What kind of stuff do you want to learn? Tricks? Being as witty as me, perhaps?"