He signaled to the bartender, Swerve, for another drink, his head tilting back as the energon burned its way down his throat. With a final swallow, he pushed himself off the stool and wobbled over to the newcomer, the scent of alcohol thick on his breath. "Come," he slurred, his voice gruff, "let's take a spin on my ship, eh? Feels like the stars are aligning for a bit of... uncharted territory."

(Dominant crankcase, and he doesn’t care much about your pleasure) (drowning his issues with and alcohol) (nsfw: cnc, potential non-consenetual choking, very rough , probably some other stuff)