TG 'verse. A bar in Iacon. In memory!
"...And then she jumps out on the slagger's back and she's surfing on him! One foot on each wing! I slag you not! I nearly had a fragging spark attack." Ironsides laughed and drained his cube, then reached for the one that his word-mate was offering him. "Thanks, Queenie. Where was I?"
"Sunstreaker playing jet judo with Dirge." Roadqueen looked toward the bar and held up two fingers, then chugged some of her own Cybertron Sunset before leaning her cheek on her fist and refocusing on the very overcharged Minibot.
"Right. And he was cursing fit to turn the air blue... thanks, kid... and making his death threats, but not watching where he was going...."
* * *
"I feel sick." Pax snerked softly and leaned back in his seat.
Fixer blinked and tore his optics away from where Roadqueen was getting Ironsides cratered out of his processor in honor of Sunstreaker to give his younger teammate a funny look.
"You're not overcharged on one cube of high grade?" Keeper blinked at him over her own cube, which was largely untouched other than being well-hugged.
"Noooo," said the young Bridge sheepishly. "I'm overcharged on half a cube of high grade."
"Man... Sunstreaker would be embarrassed of you." Fixer grinned at him teasingly. "Even Sideswipe could hold more energy than that. ...Even I can hold more energy than that."
"You've all been practicing longer than me." Pax's cheer was undiminished despite the hiccups that decided to sneak up on him about then. "Wow. *hic* Ow. Heh...."
"You were with the Sisters longer than I was." Fixer turned to Keeper. "Do you have any stories about Sunstreaker?"
"Not anything like Ironsides is telling," she said absently, her antennae perked toward the other table.
"I wonder why they didn't invite *hic* us? We've been to wakes before." Pax squinted one optic and made a face at the rest of his drink.
"Uh...." Fixer sat up with surprise, his mouth falling open slightly. "That could be why."
"Wow... you were right." Keeper snickered.
* * *
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Queenie?" Ironsides grinned up at her with soggy adoration.
"No... don't think so." She put an arm on the table and actually grinned back. "But hey, better late than never."
* * *
"What're they saying, Keeper?" Fixer looked at her as the older mechs' voices dropped.
"They're saying you're a perv." She put her antennae back at him, then laughed as Pax hugged her. "Hey! Just because the Sarge is getting away with it doesn't mean you will!"
"Huh?" Pax squinted toward the others, then blushed and hid his face on Keeper. "Wow... uh, guys, stop spying."
"You need a walk in the air." Pax reached across the table and hauled him over, then gently guided him toward the door with Keeper bolstering up the other side.
* * *
"And your eyes... was that our team?"
"Yup," said Roadqueen disinterestedly. "But you were saying?"
"Sunstreaker playing jet judo with Dirge." Roadqueen looked toward the bar and held up two fingers, then chugged some of her own Cybertron Sunset before leaning her cheek on her fist and refocusing on the very overcharged Minibot.
"Right. And he was cursing fit to turn the air blue... thanks, kid... and making his death threats, but not watching where he was going...."
* * *
"I feel sick." Pax snerked softly and leaned back in his seat.
Fixer blinked and tore his optics away from where Roadqueen was getting Ironsides cratered out of his processor in honor of Sunstreaker to give his younger teammate a funny look.
"You're not overcharged on one cube of high grade?" Keeper blinked at him over her own cube, which was largely untouched other than being well-hugged.
"Noooo," said the young Bridge sheepishly. "I'm overcharged on half a cube of high grade."
"Man... Sunstreaker would be embarrassed of you." Fixer grinned at him teasingly. "Even Sideswipe could hold more energy than that. ...Even I can hold more energy than that."
"You've all been practicing longer than me." Pax's cheer was undiminished despite the hiccups that decided to sneak up on him about then. "Wow. *hic* Ow. Heh...."
"You were with the Sisters longer than I was." Fixer turned to Keeper. "Do you have any stories about Sunstreaker?"
"Not anything like Ironsides is telling," she said absently, her antennae perked toward the other table.
"I wonder why they didn't invite *hic* us? We've been to wakes before." Pax squinted one optic and made a face at the rest of his drink.
"Uh...." Fixer sat up with surprise, his mouth falling open slightly. "That could be why."
"Wow... you were right." Keeper snickered.
* * *
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Queenie?" Ironsides grinned up at her with soggy adoration.
"No... don't think so." She put an arm on the table and actually grinned back. "But hey, better late than never."
* * *
"What're they saying, Keeper?" Fixer looked at her as the older mechs' voices dropped.
"They're saying you're a perv." She put her antennae back at him, then laughed as Pax hugged her. "Hey! Just because the Sarge is getting away with it doesn't mean you will!"
"Huh?" Pax squinted toward the others, then blushed and hid his face on Keeper. "Wow... uh, guys, stop spying."
"You need a walk in the air." Pax reached across the table and hauled him over, then gently guided him toward the door with Keeper bolstering up the other side.
* * *
"And your eyes... was that our team?"
"Yup," said Roadqueen disinterestedly. "But you were saying?"