[ Verity rests her head in one hand while the other raises her glass to signal a refill. She tipped her newly refilled glass towards Prowl, miraculously without spilling a drop, signaling the staff to do the same. If they were going to be in their cups, it might as be mutually self-assured destruction. ]

The worst part? I can't even deny you that. I probably have you to thank for it all, actually. [ Verity leaned back and took another pull, staring up at the ceiling because it was easier to maintain the facade of indifference when you were glaring up. ]

If I was locked in a room with my father, Megatron, and Overlord with a gun and two bullets? I would have shot my old man twice, then have Megatron go all gun mode and shoot him again. You knew when to walk away when it was best option.