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What Happens At Maccadam's

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"You're so nice and understanding," Windblade said quietly. "Thank you."

"I'm a bartender," Blurr said, trying not to preen at her comment. "Wouldn't stay in business long if I couldn't handle bots pouring out their sparks to me."

"Still," said Windblade, staring into her glass. "It's nice having someone to talk to who doesn't know the situation already. You're not going to tell me that really, Quicksilver is a very nice girl, I must have misunderstood, or something like that. You're good for talking to. You don't judge me, or try to give me advice on something that happened a thousand years ago. You just listen and sympathize. And you're handsome," she added, almost as an afterthought, looking up and into his eyes. "I don't think I've mentioned that, but it helps."

Blurr stared at her. He'd privately admitted to his attraction to Windblade shortly after Chromia's attempted hijacking of Metroplex, and even to the romantic feelings that had come soon after, but he'd never imagined the pretty Camien would share his feelings. "Well, you're pretty good-looking yourself," he said lightly. "Not like you'd have a problem finding handsome Cybertronians to talk to, if that's what you want."

"But you're nice and handsome and I trust you," Windblade said. "You have a nice personality, too." She downed the last of her drink.

Blurr almost laughed, but realized Windblade might take it the wrong way. "Thank you," he said instead. Belatedly, it hit him that Windblade had been moving closer to him throughout the conversation, and she was now leaning in as if she intended to kiss him. His last thought before her lips met his was that it was a good thing that they were the last people left in the bar.

She was warm against him, and tasted like the sweet engex she'd been drinking. They stayed like that for a little while, until Windblade moved a bit and the reality of what he was doing hit Blurr.

It wasn't the first time an intoxicated patron had kissed Blurr, but it was the first time he'd really wanted to reciprocate. Windblade was nice, and pretty, and optimistic and cheerful in a way that made him want to be more happy himself.

But she was drunk, and letting her keep kissing him would be wrong. He gently pushed Windblade away.

"I'm going to call Chromia to come get you," Blurr said.

"But I want to stay with you," Windblade protested, her hands coming up to cling to his forearms.

"Not tonight, okay?" Blurr improvised. "We can talk in the morning," after you've sobered up, "and you can stay with me until Chromia gets here."

Windblade nodded. "Okay," she said, still clinging to him.

"You, uh, need to let go of me," Blurr said. "So I can call Chromia."

"I don't want to," Windblade retorted.

With a little struggling, Blurr managed to get one hand free to call Chromia. "Hi! It's Blurr," he began, careful to keep his speech slow enough to be comprehensible to Windblade's bodyguard. "I have Windblade at the bar with me."

On the other end of the comm line, Chromia sighed in relief. "Thank Primus. I was wondering where she'd gone. How drunk is she?"

Windblade chose that moment to lean into Blurr hard. He let out an oof! "Windblade, get off me!"

"But I love you," she whined.

"I love you too, Windblade, but you have to get off me," Blurr said a bit desperately.

"Fine," she muttered, sitting up.

"That bad, huh?" Chromia said from the other end of the comm line. "I am finished with whatever’s wrong with Metroplex," she hissed, apparently to herself. "This is ridiculous. Filter issues should not cause her this much stress."

Blurr stayed quiet, since he didn't have anything to contribute. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes, anyway," Chromia said more loudly. "Will you be okay until then?"

Blurr looked down at Windblade, who was snuggling happily into his shoulder. "Yeah, I think so. I think she's trying to go to sleep."

The sound of Chromia transforming came across the comm line. "Probably. She does that. I'll be there soon," she said as her engine revved.

"Okay," Blurr said, then realized she'd already cut the connection. Windblade mumbled something happily into his shoulder. It sounded like another "I love you". Blurr wrapped an arm around her waist to help keep her still, letting her relax even more; within minutes, she was asleep.

Blurr considered for the time until Chromia arrived. Chromia hadn't seemed surprised to her Windblade declare her love for him, so either Chromia already knew or Windblade said such things normally when she was intoxicated. Usually Chromia stayed with Windblade at one of the back tables and handled all the interactions when the Cityspeaker was in this kind of mood. But this time, Chromia apparently hadn't even known where Windblade was. That was interesting.

He'd considered the idea from a variety of different angles by the time Chromia got there. Maybe Chromia had something to do with Windblade's problem. Maybe Chromia had been busy with something that couldn't be interrupted even for Windblade, although Blurr was hard-pressed to imagine what that might be. Maybe Windblade hadn't wanted Chromia to know where she was for some other reason. So she could be alone with you, part of his mind suggested, although he rejected it. Windblade was brave enough to outright tell someone she liked them, surely.

Chromia came in the door still bleeding off momentum from her trip there, and steadied herself against a chair as she slid to a stop. She did a brief double take at the sight of Windblade and Blurr apparently cuddling, but quickly recovered and walked over to where they were. "Hey, Windblade," she whispered, shaking her ward's shoulder. "Wake up."

Windblade shifted and mumbled something ending in "-mia". Chromia nodded decisively, wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her to her feet. Windblade stumbled a bit, but Chromia managed to keep her on her feet. "Okay, let's get you home," Chromia muttered.

"Do you need any help?" Blurr asked as they struggled towards the door.

Chromia paused. "Yeah, that might be good," she said. "We're not too far away, so it shouldn't take too long. You live back here somewhere, right?"

"Yeah, above the bar," Blurr said, sliding an arm around Windblade from the other side. "Easier that way."

"Makes sense," Chromia said. The three of them walked carefully out the door and were on their way down the street when Chromia broke the silence. "She's serious about that, you know."

"Being in love with me?" Blurr asked, although he already suspected the answer.

"Yeah," Chromia said. "Has been for a while, actually. Not quite since the whole Metroplex incident, but close.” She glanced down at the ground. “It's fine if you don't reciprocate, but please let her down gently. She's had a rough time lately."

"You don't need to worry about that," Blurr said quietly.

“Thank Solus,” Chromia said. “So it’s mutual, then?”


“That’s good. In that case, just… be good to her, okay? I’m not going to tell you to never hurt her, because I have been in relationships and they involve getting hurt sometimes, just.. be as good to her as you can. My job is to protect her by whatever means necessary.” Chromia looked up suddenly. “Oh, hey, we’re here. You can head back now, it’s just a little bit more and we’re on the first floor.”

“Okay,” Blurr said, ducking away from Windblade. “I’ll probably see you two tomorrow, then?”

“Almost certainly,” Chromia said. “I’m going to tell her about what happened at the bar, at least what I heard, but not about this.” She gestured with her free arm. “You’re going to have to do that yourself.”

“Fair enough,” Blurr said. “Tomorrow, then?”


He waved at Chromia with a great deal more confidence than he felt, and turned to go.

Windblade appeared at the bar with Chromia early the next evening. She was slightly dusty, but otherwise in much better shape than she had been last night. She briefly smiled and waved at Blurr before Chromia pulled her over to one of the back tables and sat her down.

They spent the rest of the evening there. A slew of bots from all walks of life stopped by, mostly to talk to Windblade briefly. Chromia simply sat quietly, occasionally coming up to the bar to order another round of drinks.

As the night wore on, bots began to drift away, back to their homes and their own berths. Blurr had just finished wiping down the bar when Windblade approached him, looking distinctly uncomfortable and with Chromia hovering over her shoulder.

“About last night,” she began. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Blurr said reassuringly. “I’ve seen it all before.”

“Yes,” Windblade said, “but as a Cityspeaker and Cybertronian representative on the World council, I should be…” She hunched in on herself a bit. “Above such things.”

“Everyone needs some downtime sometimes,” Blurr said softly. “Even if you are all those things, taking the night off doesn’t make you a bad person.”

“Yes, but the way I acted towards you was inexcusably inappropriate, even for an average Cybertronian. I’m sorry.” Windblade was staring intently at the ground. Behind her, Chromia gestured encouragingly at Blurr.

“I, um. Didn’t mind that much, actually,” Blurr managed. Chromia rolled her eyes and gestured more enthusiastically. On the other side of the bar, the Tankors stared at the scene before them in confusion and amusement.

Windblade’s eyes widened. “So you…” The unfinished sentence was full of hope. Chromia smiled encouragingly.

The silence dragged out for an awkward few seconds. “You’re nice and pretty and I like you too,” Blurr blurted out suddenly.

Windblade blinked. Chromia gave him a passionate thumbs-up. Then Windblade smiled and stepped forward to kiss Blurr.

She was warm, and tasted like the sweet engex she’d been drinking. Blurr lost himself in the kiss until the sound of scattered applause made him and Windblade look up simultaneously.

The bar’s remaining patrons, most of whom were thoroughly drunk, were applauding haphazardly. Chromia shrugged and smiled. “Keep going!” someone shouted. Windblade and Blurr stepped away from each other, smiling dazedly.

“Everyone out,” Blurr called, to a chorus of laughter, “except Windblade. Bar’s closed. You can stay too, Chromia,” he added quietly.

“I’m just going to stay at one of the back tables,” Chromia replied. “Give you two some time alone together to talk.”

“Thank you,” Windblade said, smiling at Chromia.
“It’s my job to protect you, Cityspeaker, not to intrude on your personal life. Besides,” Chromia added with a smile, “I’m pretty sure Blurr’s trustworthy by now.”

“Thank you,” Blurr said dryly.

“Come find me when you’re ready to leave,” Chromia told Windblade, walking towards one of the tables near the door. The last of the customers had departed by now, leaving Windblade and Blurr alone.

“So,” Windblade said. There was an awkward silence for a few moments.

“About last night,” Blurr said. “You said you liked me because you liked talking to me. I was ‘understanding’, I think it was? And I had a nice personality, and I was handsome.”

“Yes,” Windblade said. “Why?”

“I was wondering how much of that was true and how much was the engex talking,” Blurr managed to say.

Windblade’s gaze shifted to the ground. “Pretty much all of it’s true. Chromia’s nice, and she does her best, but she’s a warrior. She thinks of interpersonal interactions as battles to be won. You… don’t.”

“No,” Blurr agreed. “I don’t.”

“So,” Windblade said, looking up with a hesitant smile, “why me?”

“You’re nice, and pretty,” Blurr said, “and you’re… happy. Being around you makes me want to be a better person.”

“That sounds nice,” Windblade said softly. “Thank you.” The artificial light streaming through the window made her shine, and Blurr was hit by the sudden urge to kiss her. So he did.

Windblade responded enthusiastically, and they kept going for several minutes, until Chromia clearing her intakes caught their attention. “I’m happy for you guys, but it’s getting late. Windblade, if you want to stay the night, that’s fine, but I’m spending tonight in my own berth. Are you coming with me, or staying here?”

“I’ll come with you,” Windblade said quickly, separating from Blurr. “Tomorrow, then?” she added, speaking to Blurr.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “Tomorrow.”

The next night, as promised, she was back at Maccadam’s. Chromia was accompanying her again, but this time they were right at the bar, and Windblade kept smiling whenever Blurr managed to make eye contact with her. It was a busy night, so Blurr wasn’t able to linger and talk to them, but he did manage to get enough time with them to set up another late night after the bar closed.

This time, as Blurr shepherded patrons out, Chromia and Windblade had a quick, mostly whispered conversation. As he finished and turned to walk back to them, Windblade looked up. “Blurr?” she called.


“Would you mind if I spent the night here? I’d… like some time alone with you, now that we’re together.”

“No, that’s fine,” he said, smiling uncontrollably.

“In that case,” Chromia said to Windblade, “I’m leaving. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

"Are you going to be okay?" Windblade asked.

"No offense, Cityspeaker, but I'm a lot better at fighting than you are. I can handle anything out there, trust me," Chromia said.

"Fair enough," Windblade said.

With a smile, Chromia vanished into the night, leaving Blurr and Windblade alone together. "So," he said. "What now?"

Windblade sighed, staring down at the floor. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to be really busy dealing with Metroplex and Starscream for the next few days. Maybe longer. Tonight's going to be our last night together for a while."

“Okay,” Blurr said, leaning over to touch her arm. “What do you want to do?”

She smiled and took his hand. “Come over here and I’ll show you.”