Glit slinks into the bar. There's only so much of Ravage's fussing that he can take before he has to have a drink, and one of the few advantages of being a cassetticon is that he's small enough to go into places like this. Which means that they won't have energon, but if they have any kind of oil he can drink, he can spike it with the engex in his flask.

He wonders if coming here was a mistake. Of course he has a job here--a real one, not just singing--but in Tokyo there were places that catered to a mixed clientele.

The place looks a little classier than most of the places Glit hangs out. He stretches languidly, then sidles up to the bar, leaning against it next to Tony. "You know if they got anything at all for mechanoids in here?" he asks the stranger. Anybody drinking something that elaborate has got to have some idea of the menu.