Literature
Growing Up 4
"Come on Perceptor."
"But... it's a high grade bar."
"Bar doesn't always mean high grade. I know the owner, he knows not to sell that to younglings."
Wheeljack placed a comforting arm around Perceptor and lead him in. The bar was, surprisingly, well lit. Bots and femmes crowded around small tables, cheerfully talking and sipping cubes of high grade. Perceptor was directed towards the bar and clumsily climbed onto one of the bar stools. His face plate heated when the bar tender leaned over the counter, laughing.
"Well, let me guess, your first time not only in a high grade joint but sitting down!"
"Hey, ease off there Cookbook!" said Whee
