The Quintesson pushed aside the gilded curtains to the back rooms of Gyconi's... quaint little 'business', grumbling as they wished the organic would come to Quintessa more often. When they took sight of what was before them, however, frustration took over.
"WHAT is THIS!? Gyconi! Explain!" It snapped, "You said this was a Business meeting!"
The organic in question took a long huff on the device in it's oral cavity before putting it away with a chuckle, when a heavy arm flopped onto the Quintessons head causing it to squeal indignantly.
"Oh but this IS a business meeting!" Megatron, another well-paying Quintesson customer drawled out, vocal unit clearly suffering some slurring from the amount he'd breathed in.
"Quite right" Gyconi chimed in, "Come dear Quintesson, surely such savvy business-people such as yourselves can understand the importance of a little customer... bonding, right? Come, join us"
"Ugh" The Quintesson mulled over the options but Gyconi was correct, a little greasing of the wheels, so to say, with business partners was never a bad thing. Begrudgingly they accepted, plucking one of the smoking apparatus from the central device before them, prompting Megatron to finally remove his arm in a sloppy cheer, "Hmph! Aren't you supposed to be fighting in a battle?"
"Bah! Got tired, elite warriors? Yeah right, their moaning really bought me down 'oh Megatron we're dying', 'help me Megatron!' so I slipped away to relax here! It's fine! I'll just claim it was a test for Star-Scrap to actually prove he can be a leader! HAH!" Megatron trailed off into some inane ramble while the others allowed themselves to 'mellow' a little alongside him.

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Wanted to draw three big prick/assholes hanging out together lmao

the curtains killed me heh