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“Welcome to the grand opening of the Delta Diamond!” The host announced into their mic.
The bots gathered in the first floor dining room cheered and raised a cube. The floor had new tiles with embedded jewels. A grand chandelier glittered from the ceiling and bounced around the decorative hanging crystals. Second story balconies lined the round room led up by a small elevator tucked away for privacy sake.
Each balcony was a separate room and had sparkling curtains hanging up to either allow for the guest to take in the atmosphere of the restaurant or to provide some privacy. Most of the balconies had their curtains up and away for the celebration except for one.
There two bots sat at their table. They arrived earlier than the opening to not disturb the rest of the guests. They sat with two cubes between them. They listened as the band played down below.
“What a grandiose place, “ Megatron said with his helm leaning into his fisted servo.
“I mean it is more… sparkly than the LEDs of the past,” said Optimus after a sip of his energon.
Neither were willing to admit that he donated to the rebuilding of this particular location of the entertainment district in New Iacon.
Both leaders sat quietly for what is to say after spending war together for millions of years? This new age of peace was still so fragile yet old patterns still seemed to haunt the very air.
Megatron tapped his foot to the beat of the band. His CPU ran over different conversation starters. He always had a difficult time making small talk. His vocalizer was now too used to barking orders and spitting out static. Between the two of them, Optimus had a better chance of talking his way out.
Optimus wasn’t thinking of much. It was their first time in a long while to get out of the senate house. When he overheard about the grand opening from passers-by, Optimus was ecstatic to have any excuse to have the night away from his empty habsuite. He just happened to bump into Megatron who was grumbling about low fuel tanks.
Optimus’ optics wandered over the room for the thousandth time if only to catch a glimpse of the other. He glanced at Megatron’s free servo on the table. He looked up at Megatron’s ruby optics and saw him concentrating on a spot on the table cloth. Optimus slowly reached his servo to clasp the other’s.
Megatron jerked and looked at their intertwined servos. Their servos were more chipped and scraped up than they ever were in the mines, but Optimus’ servo could not have been any more comforting.
By holding their servos like this, their EMFs were more connected with subtle fluctuations of waves. Reassurance. Want. Patience. Hope.
There was no pain at least for now.
“There’s going to be so much paperwork and meetings to figure out after we finish dinner,” Megatron sighed. He squeezed their servos together.
“Yes, but we should also make sure to give the owners a public congratulations before we leave.” Optimus squeezed back.
“I’ll pay this time.”
“Oh, how kind!”
Megatron distractedly nodded. His smile is too bright without that damn mask. He glanced away and looked through the small gap in the curtains to the rest of the room.
Optimus hummed and continued to drink. It almost felt like nothing changed. They still held servos like the miners from before, but they were just differently shaped from war and peace.
Outside, the city was a mishap of rubble and glowing buildings like the restaurant. It will be a long time before the city was rebuilt with its scars. Them, too, but here they sat in the little room together.
They were at peace and at dinner once again.