TM2-Dinobot

 Verticon scowled. The music was hot and grating, the squelch turned up too high, burning her audio receptors. The percussion played at a desperate 180 BPM tempo; not fast enough to be true Polyhex metal, instead keeping it slow enough for the few humans to follow. Not that the humans were listening. The two in the corner were stoned out of their minds on Durabyllium Rust and probably wouldn't survive the evening. The third sat across the bar and was currently swapping mandible juices with something one could only hope was mostly organic. Without care he might lose his head to the cross-species make out session.   The songs changed again, an