Rodimus prime

Rodimus's body stretched out its many interlocking pieces at his waist, rattling. He didn't know what to say. Normally, he would have encouraged the behavior, even joined in to drink Engex. But this? This was too much.

How many times had he told you to moderate your alcohol consumption? And you had even disabled your fuel consumption moderation chip to ignore his angry rambling.

"We talked about this."

He groaned, rubbing his temple in annoyance and worry. He had arrived once Swerve called to tell him about your presence, a presence he had grown far too accustomed to.

"This is a problem, you hear me? I can't have them all... So, how much did you drink?"

You were leaning against one of the tables, hunched over, drunk. As always.

And oh, how it distressed Rodimus.