Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

I'm Not Drunk! (Human! Megatron X Human! Reader)

A/N: Anna isn't really in the best situation to speak now. Optimus is typing here, so I hope you all will enjoy this.

Though, she did ask me to pass a message to everyone.

Until further notice, production rates will be significantly slower and requests are closed. Thank you everyone for dedicating your time into reading her books.

With much gratitude, the crew, Anna and I bid everyone a nice day or night, and once again, enjoy the chapter.

Thank you all, we are very honoured to have you guys joining us.
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Downing my FIFTH cocktail in one sitting, I felt the bitter-sweet liquid flowing down my throat and I let it be, wanting to do anything to drown my feelings and sorrows away.

"Ugh. Another, please."

The bartender sighed and shook his head before setting a cup of warm water on the counter.

"I believe you need to be sober enough to go home alone, (Y/N). That's enough drink for tonight."

"Aren't you supposed to be happy I'm giving you more earnings for the night?" I mumbled, eyes barely opened. "I doing you a service, Skyquake."

"And you're MY friend, (Y/N). I worry for you, if you must know." the gruff man said in reply, pushing the empty alcoholic glass away from your loose grasp. "What happened? It's not like you to have that much drink, especially not downing FIVE martini's without stopping."

"Henry happened." I briskly spoke.

"Henry...who?"

"Henry- kiss -me -once -Henry." I growled. "That- HICCC - slagger gave me a smooch in front of everyone -HICCC - in the office, proclaimed his fake love and this BITCH took the -HICCC- bait like a dumb fool that she is, to which I - HICCC - ended up as a laughing stock of the day."

"And...?"

"His buddy, Jeremy barged into the quarters with a video camera along -HICCC - with some assholes behind them. Turns out, I'm -HICCC - nothing but a challenge that they decided to pull the prank on."

"Oh..." Skyquake scratched his sideburns, ruby eyes darted to the left. "That's quite the dick move." he admitted.

"Yeah, so hurry up and give me my drink. I want a stronger one, this mix isn't good enough."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

Knockout, who was busy drying the cocktail glasses, dropped threw his towel on the counter and sauntered towards my place.

"I MADE THAT,  THANK YOU VERY MUCH!"

"Yeah, it's too mild. I'm still holding on great, by the way." I smirked, pulling the cherry red-haired man's tie closer. "Don't tell me you can't make a stronger drink for me? Hmm?"

"NONSENSE!!" Horrified, Knockout took a grab on my slender hands, gritting his teeth at my accusation. "I'LL SHOW YOU HOW IT'S DONE IN MY BAR, YOU LIL MINX!"

"I'd like to see you try, small fry~"

"That's enough, both of you." Dreadwing stated, appearing by my left with a round tray above his shoulders. He gave his co-worker a disappointed look before turning towards me.

"(Y/N), don't provoke something you can't handle." Dreadwing chastised.

"BUT I WANTTTTT MYYY DRINKKK~!!"

"No."

"YESS!!"

"No."

"DREAADDYYYYYYY!!"