Primus' Hellscape Horrorland

Maccadam's Bar and Grill House

An unhappy rich couple go to Maccadam's Earth chain bar and grill for lunch but when they find the food not up to par with their standards, they go to complain.

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Diane and Blake smiled at each other as Diane drove her metal gold and bright purple-blue outlined Rolls-Royce Sweptail down the main street. She merely scoffed catching snot-nosed kids and their cheap parents glancing in awe at the vehicle. They could only dream of owning what was pocket change to her.

Blake wasn't a good driver, and he knew it, so she did the steering, not that she minded one bit. She loved being behind the wheel and the power of the engine in her grasp. Blake loved to feel the wind in his hair at least, but speed wasn't possible on busy main street.

"You look like you want to just break the pedal," Black laughed.

"If these commuters don't get out of my way, I just might."

Her husband's smile dropped a little to a neutral position. "It's fine, Diane, we can't control traffic."

She merely scowled, "If our laws were actually upheld, half these people wouldn't be on the road."

Blake didn't say anything until they stopped near the food block, a famous stretch of street with the finest restaurants. A few new ones had settled in the spots of previous lackluster diners, those that just couldn't cut it with the competition around them. There was one outpost that Blake eyed curiously, a large line that contained multiple different classes of people. Now that was odd. Most of the restaurants were either for those who could afford it or were cheap for the common paycheck. This particular restaurant somehow had country club men, parents with kids, influencers, high-end rich and even some people who he could have mistaken as homeless. Cybertronians, Velocitronians, and all other species of Transformer were among them. Everyone on the food block seemed to be at the new place.

"Maccadam's Bar and Grill House. Huh, Kilograve once mentioned that there was a bar on Cybertron run by an older bot, Maccadam. Guess he decided to extend his operations to Earth. We should check it out one day for lunch or something."

Diane sneered, "Please, it's probably just a supped-up Applebee's."

"And you know this how?" He bit back, tired of his wife's condescending tone.

She paused before making a shrugging gesture. "Okay, alright, fine...you want to go here for lunch. We'll do it!"

Blake frowned, "I said maybe another-"

"No, we're going to go today because I'm kind of curious too," she said. "It's what you seem to want so why can't I want it too?"

As she turned into the car park nearby, Blake took off his sunglasses and rubbed his strawberry blonde hair with a sigh. Diane made sure her makeup was correct before sliding out of the vehicle, heels immediately clacking against the concrete to be by her husband's side.

"Shall we?"

Blake stayed quiet but nodded. He followed the vicious woman in the baby blue sun dress as she held up the car keys, locking her Rolls-Royce from afar. They approached the grill house and the line had just started going down at that moment. They quickly took their places among the end and waited. As they did, Blake took the time to observe the exterior. Cybernetic as its owner with a somewhat Earthly feeling, crafted to appeal to humans without a doubt. He smiled at that. Within ten minutes as a few complaints from his wife, they finally went in and met a Dinobot Minicon at the kiosk. The Transformer-sized kiosk to the right were for them as well as any mixed parties of human and Transformer. A few parties were already shown to their seats by the tank-built host.