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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[lavender_wings]

When Wingblade wanders back, Steadfast lightly wraps an arm around her intakes. //You alright, winglet?// Her comm voice sounds a bit fuzzy, the equivalent of slurred out-loud speech.

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade leans into Steadfast's side, ignoring the fuzziness of Steadfast's voice.* I just wanted to keep that Zamboni company, since he's just off by himself, but he wanted me to go away.

[lavender_wings]

Steadfast feels some vague comfort from having Wingblade there with her, though it's all muddled in her intoxicated mind. //People don't always want us close. And sometimes those who want us close can't stay.// Did we mention she's a weepy drunk?

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade leans her helm on Steadfast.* //I haven't had a chance to check them out since they came online, an' I've wanted to... It woulda been a nice chance if he'd let me.//

[lavender_wings]

Steadfast cuddles Wingblade, as much as is still proper in public. //I see. Hey, at least you got to see them at all?// Steadfast is sad that Wingblade has to take a small "the world isn't fair" lesson after the big one.

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade snuggles up close to Steadfast, at least as much as Steadfast will allow in public. She needs as much comfort as she can get, still.* //Yeah, but I've seen them once before, too, in the time between when they came online an' now.//

[lavender_wings]

Steadfast keeps Wingblade close. //Hey, if they haven't yet understood you're good company, it's their loss.//

[prankster_femme]

//Just as well, I guess... 'M not really in the mood for much partying, an' my mood could rub off onto them.//

[lavender_wings]

Steadfast doesn't reply to this, other than by wordlessly snuggling Wingblade. She isn't in the mood for partying either.

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade snuggles up close to her Mama, pressing the side of her helm into Steadfast's armor.*

[lavender_wings]

Steadfast doesn't actively try to dislodge Wingblade even as she reaches for yet another cube of high grade from the nearest table.

[strataseeker]

Strata appears by their side, intercepting Steadfast's reach by placing a cube of some nice Libyan High grade in the lavender Seeker's outstretched hand.

"Hey," she murmurs in greeting, giving Wingblade a quick hug. It's just mere happenstance that Wingblade is pressed tightly to Steadfast's side, requiring said hug to include the older Seeker as well, surely.

"Want another cube?" she asks, offering Wingblade the Mid-grade she'd brought.

[lavender_wings]

"'s what I call service," Steadfast says in response to finding herself with a cube of the good stuff in her hand, managing a smile of gratitude that's as wobbly as the rest of her. If she's returning Strata's hug with one arm, it's just because she's struggling to retain her balance, no doubt.

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade hugs Strata back tightly, snuggling her sister close to herself and her mama. She takes the cube when offered, and starts to sip at it.* Thank you.

[lavender_wings]

Steadfast leans into the snugglings, still wobbly, and takes a swig from the cube Strata brought her.