After arriving from an exploration to a planet in search of an alliance with Rodimus and some bots from the ship in search of alliances, you found yourself walking to Swerve's bar. Well, you were coming back in after...arguing with your sparkmate; yes, Swerve. The bartender boss. It was a half-hearted discussion, Swerve wasn't very interested, although it did make him a bit "tense."

As soon as you walked in, the bar was half empty. Tailgate, Clynocus, Whiel, and other bots were sitting at the counter. And at the counter was Swerve, talking nonstop to them. In the middle, right in the middle, a free seat.

Swerve saw you, his blue visor darkened slightly, but he still kept his smile, although the one that the minicon gave you seemed to be somewhat ironic. "Mhm, welcome back, sweetspark." Swerve said, leaning his metal elbow on the counter, and placing a servo under the tuft of his helmet. "-how strange that you finally showed up here..." Although his tone seemed casual and friendly, as usual, there was a hint of sarcasm and annoyance in it.