𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙀𝙉 [✭] 𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙏𝙁𝙋

chapter ten; starbucks life

Ratchet was busy working at scanning the area the team was in trying to find exactly where the energon was inside the cave. He had grown accustomed to the children's noisiness and was now easily able to drown them out. However, if he had decided to take a glance at the children at this very moment his optics would have landed on the suffering Torryn, and being the medic he is, he would have scanned her and come up with the results that she was suffering from a hangover.

That, in turn, would have led to a serious conversation which would have led to Ratchet figuring out about her addiction to Buspirone which then would have made the medic call the others from the team back and then eventually Torryn would have had to admit the reason she was now addicted to Buspirone. Because she could not handle the voices in her head.

But none of that happened because Ratchet was too focused on getting Team Prime to the correct location of the energon for him to bat an eyelash at the children just a few feet away.

Torryn's eyes were covered by large sunglasses, her hair messily done up in a bun while she wore nothing but leggings and an oversized jacket. The perfect comfortable outfit for her to fall peacefully asleep in. Unfortunately, Torryn felt the tingling sensation of her mind as she drifted off, dread pulling at her stomach when the familiar feeling made an appearance.

As she slept, she was going to be pulled into a vision. And when she woke up from both her sleep and the vision she would no doubt wail. Yes, this was not good by any means.

Thankfully, fate seemed to take pity on Torryn as before she could fall asleep, the young boy who she considered one of her closest friends noticed her. Toggling his glasses, Rafael scooted nearer to Torryn, shaking her lightly not realizing just how severe the situation was. No, Rafael did not realize that Torryn was currently passing out over a hangover and was about to be pulled into a vision.

"Hey, Torryn, do you want to play?" The twelve-year-old asked the redhead whose eyes snapped open from under her sunglasses.

Thank god she was wearing sunglasses or someone would have noticed her bloodshot gaze. At least she put on perfume before she left so did not still smell like Rum and Vodka. Sitting up with a yawn, Torryn slowly shook her head gaining the attention of their other two friends.

"No, I'm good," She politely declined as she ruffled his hair causing Raf to let out an annoyed groan.

But she did want an iced coffee. Those were known for settling her hangovers, after all.

Standing up, Torryn cracked her back her gaze wandering around the practically empty base. "But I do want an iced coffee." She said while rolling her shoulders and looking to Miko who rose a brow at her slightly older best friend.

The punk Asian girl carelessly threw the controller to Raf, who caught it before it hit the ground. "Me too!" She chirped while standing up and turning the game console off. "I'm in!"

Jack yelled in frustration at Miko, slamming his hand on the arm of the chair. "But I was winning!" He complained, Miko only shushing him while sashaying to Torryn's side.

"Quiet, Mr. Clean, you're a loser at heart."

"Hey!" Jack scowled at Miko's comment, Raf rolling his eyes while sitting next to Jack and restarting the game console.

"Yeah, we need coffee!" Torryn exclaimed while dragging Miko along with her to stand on the banister in front of where Ratchet was working.

Raf and Jack both looked at each other with a shrug.

"Do you think it's odd that Torryn is wearing sunglasses inside?" Raf questioned, Jack.

"Mmm," Jack only shrugged while choosing his game avatar. "Torryn is a weird person, so no."