Bonding Party!

[icemasta]

It’s not exactly a celebrity wedding, but considering a lack of budget Snowcat and Demolishor have done pretty well for themselves. The words “BONDING PARTY HERE” have been spray-painted on the door in purple, along with a big Decepticon symbol on both the door and the wall. For tonight, the assembly room is Decepticon territory

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[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing finally notices Echoshift waving at him. He grins, happy to see the friendly gray Seeker.

"Over here, Shifter!" he yells, drifting towards the refreshments.

[0ut_of_sight]

Echoshift leaves the two Starscreams to their conversation and heads over to meet Duskwing at the refreshments table, downing the remainder of the cube he'd picked up earlier as he goes so he can obtain a new one when he gets to the table.

He grins at Duskwing. "Hey Dusky, how goes?" He pauses to help himself to another canister of energon; something slightly stronger this time.

[stupidityinblue]

"Um, okay, I think." Was Echoshift one of the people who was supposed to know or not know stuff? Duskwing tilts his head slightly.

"Hey, keep an eye out for the squishy kid--I brought him, don't want him getting stepped on. Or stolen again," Duskwing says. He looks wistfully at Echoshift's drink.

"What's with the two Air Commanders?" Duskwing says, pointing.

[0ut_of_sight]

"Squishie kid?" He looks down on reflex and starts scanning the floor. Sure, he wasn't as attached to Daniel as Duskwing seemed to be, but it probably wouldn't look good to accidentally step on the little human anyhow, especially whilst in Autobot Headquarters.

He looks up a moment later and turns in the direction Duskwing points to. "Oh, them?" A chuckle. "One of the Nexus alternates decided to drop by the party, I guess. Dem did make an announcement about the party in the Nexus earlier. The other Starscream probably overheard him."

He turns his attention back to Duskwing again and notes the wistful look. He glances down at his drink, then reaches over and fishes a container of Libyan out from amongst the stacks of refreshments on the table. "Here, help yourself to some of the best." He tosses the container at Duskwing, grinning. "Catch!"

[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing catches and looks at the can curiously. "Hey, this is the stuff Cartwheel keeps behind the bar for special customers!"

He pops the top and takes a long drink. "Thanks, Shifter!"

Duskwing looks around. "Who else is here?"

Then he spots Auspex and heads over that way...

[0ut_of_sight]

Echoshift's grin grows a little wider. "Make the most of it while it's around. All the energon here's free for our taking; Cat an' Dem's party, so drinks're on them. Or something like that." He looks over the refreshments table again, sufficiently engrossed in what he's doing that he completely misses when both the Starscreams leave the room a moment later.

"Looks like just about everyone's here," he answers Duskwing's question without looking up from the table until Duskwing has already wandered off. "This room's getting a little crowded by now... hey Dusky? Where'd you go?"

[strataseeker]

Strata keeps an arm slung around Wingblade until she wanders off towards a lone zamboni that seems to be hiding out behind a table. Cureall is still snuggled against Photon's side, and Steadfast has apparently staked out a patch of wall to hold up for a while.

That leaves a certain slightly ebullient red Autobot Seeker at loose ends. Just about the same time a certain grey Eurofighter has been unknowingly abandoned by his conversational partner as well.

Strata grins wickedly to herself, slams back the rest of her energon, and then stalks up behind Echoshift quietly. Just as Shifter looks up, a slightly perplexed expression on his features as he looks for Duskwing, Strata strikes.

With a familiar snicker, Echoshift is tackleglomped from behind by an equally familiar red Autobot Seeker. There's a rather loud clatter as they both go sprawling to the floor in a heap, Strata giggling like a fiend.

[0ut_of_sight]

Echoshift half-turns to get a better view of the rest of the room. A streak of red flashes suddenly into his field of vision--

"Dusk-- oof!"

KER-CLATTER!

"What the..." Echoshift shakes his head a little as if to clear it, finding himself flat on his back on the floor (thank Primus for small miracles; at least he hadn't drunken enough for the room to be spinning yet). He blinks. "...Strata??"

[strataseeker]

Her giggles cut off abruptly and she fixes him with an utterly deadpan expression as she looks up at him from her sprawl on top of him.

"Yes?"

[0ut_of_sight]

Moments of silence pass by.

Then, one browridge quirks up.

"How many cubes have you had already, Strata?" he asks, a hint of (if slightly baffled) amusement in the expression on his face.

[strataseeker]

Strata sighs, a patently disapointed look flitting across her features before the deadpan expression returns.

"Only two, thank you."

Of course, she hasn't moved yet, and her optics are way too bright to be anything approaching the innocence she's pretending.

[0ut_of_sight]

"Two. Right." A nod. "So..."

More silence.

A grin.

"...piratesorninjas?"

[strataseeker]

She's not expecting that, and answers him with a look of comic bafflement.

"Huh?"

[0ut_of_sight]

With a triumphant grin, he springs up from the floor while she's distracted, tackles her to the floor, and proceeds to tickle her senseless.

"Gotcha!"

[strataseeker]

She doesn't quite manage to squelch the undignified "squawk" of surprise as he turns the tables on her, nor the giggles as he starts to tickle her. She squirms and thrashes, trying to give as good as she's getting, however it's immediately clear that if the Eurofighter is ticklish anywhere, he's got a damned good pokerface about it. She turns her attention then to getting free.

Whether he turns her loose or whether she manages to squirm free after a bit is a matter of debate that neither one is likely to concede to the other, but eventually, they are both back on their feet, eying each other warily - although there's a suspicious note of triumph in Shifter's optics that makes Strata narrow her own.

"So. Wanna help me turn the reflecting pools in Washington DC into giant Jello Jigglers?" she finally asks, apropos of nothing.

[0ut_of_sight]

He snickers at her, leaning to one side slightly to hook a couple of cubes from the table they're now standing next to, and tossing one to her.

"Sounds like a plan," he agrees, moving so as to bump the side of his cube against hers in a toast.