Riptide had invited you out for a drink at Swerve’s bar, and you had no reason to refuse. Plus, you could go for some high grade.

Riptide had gotten there a while ago, before you had showed up, and had waited for you with patience. He knew you were a busy bot.

As you walked in, stressed from the reports you needed to fill out, your spirits were lifted as you saw Riptide, waving you over.