Beast Wars 100 - Missed the deadline for "Luck"
Well, I thought I could squeak these in at the last minute in beastwars_100 but I was too late. Figured I should post them somewhere, though.
Title: Being One Of The Guys
Cheetor scrutinized his cards, running the rules of the game over in his head. Finally getting invited to the weekly poker game with the older mechs was exciting; it didn’t matter to him that he had never played before.
“Sometime before we rust,” Rattrap grumbled.
“Give him time,” Optimus said, shuffling his own cards.
Making his decision, Cheetor confidently slapped down his hand. Rhinox chuckled. Rattrap rolled his optics.
Five kliks later, Cheetor forfeited his last chip.
“Better luck next time?” Optimus suggested, patting him on the back. The younger mech beamed.
“Having plenty of fun without it, Big Bot.”
Title: Folly And Fortune
Blackarachnia flopped down into Silverbolt’s lap with a heavy sigh. He handed her an energon cube and nuzzled her neck. “Good morning, my love,” he purred.
“Ugh. If only…”
“What’s bothering you today, dearest?”
“Quickstrike hitting on me, Tarantulas being creepy, Megatron plotting, and being stranded on this Primus-forsaken planet; take your pick,” she grumbled. “I have the worst luck ever, to have ended up here.”
“Hmm. Well, I consider myself very fortunate to be here,” Silverbolt said. “Since it brought me to you.”
“…You’re such a sap,” she murmured, burying her face in his fur to hide her smile.
Title: Being One Of The Guys
Cheetor scrutinized his cards, running the rules of the game over in his head. Finally getting invited to the weekly poker game with the older mechs was exciting; it didn’t matter to him that he had never played before.
“Sometime before we rust,” Rattrap grumbled.
“Give him time,” Optimus said, shuffling his own cards.
Making his decision, Cheetor confidently slapped down his hand. Rhinox chuckled. Rattrap rolled his optics.
Five kliks later, Cheetor forfeited his last chip.
“Better luck next time?” Optimus suggested, patting him on the back. The younger mech beamed.
“Having plenty of fun without it, Big Bot.”
Title: Folly And Fortune
Blackarachnia flopped down into Silverbolt’s lap with a heavy sigh. He handed her an energon cube and nuzzled her neck. “Good morning, my love,” he purred.
“Ugh. If only…”
“What’s bothering you today, dearest?”
“Quickstrike hitting on me, Tarantulas being creepy, Megatron plotting, and being stranded on this Primus-forsaken planet; take your pick,” she grumbled. “I have the worst luck ever, to have ended up here.”
“Hmm. Well, I consider myself very fortunate to be here,” Silverbolt said. “Since it brought me to you.”
“…You’re such a sap,” she murmured, burying her face in his fur to hide her smile.