Shark is in his usual spot in the El Sleazo, the back corner booth with no lighting at all. His feet are propped up on the table in front of him as he relaxes, drinking an ener-beer slowly. Firestorm managed to finally enter the bar once she'd pressed past several... uncouth looking Cybertronians, the seeker femme raising a lip in a sneer as she tried to avoid them and move to the counter with an intimidating stance so as to keep others away, her shoulders squared and wing grooves glowing bright in warning. "Erf... Why did I come here again..?" Eh, it was an unvisited bar in the slums that were Cubicron, and she loved danger.