Definitely confiscating the mask as soon as Soundwave was too over-energized to notice. He'd thank Jadewing for it later.

"Right," Jadewing said. "Be right back." Jadewing headed over to the bar to place their order. Several rounds of highgrade for the both of them, though his weren't quite as strong as Soundwave's. One of them had to keep some semblance of control, after all.

He returned to the table with a loaded tray and set Soundwave's highgrade down in front of him; it glowed a bright electric blue, shot through with other rainbow colors when the liquid within shifted, evidence of its strength. Before sitting down with his own. He raised his first one in a toast. "Here's to forgetting about slag for awhile," he said