ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM

[rodders]

Who: ALL ROBOTS.
Where: THE FORUM
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
What: ROBOT PROM
Warnings: teenagers making out, galvatron doing his thing, a throwdown between first aid and tarn over sixshot. usual prom shit.


ROBOT PROM

the punch has been spiked, the music is whatever they could scrape together, and there’s bleachers to make out behind. takes place OUTSIDE in the forum so there's plenty of space and people can easily crash it.

prom king is optimus prime, prom queen is pipes.

please behave as irresponsibly as you would at real prom.

comment around, mingle, you all know the drill.

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[optout]

As jaded as he is, it's still possible for Optimus to be taken by surprise, and he certainly doesn't expect it from his partner. Doubly because of their last conversation. So cue those eyes shooting wide open as he feels himself pressed to Roller's side.

"I--Roller. When did we ever dance."

Not that he's objecting--although that's another conversation entirely, but this is so new. "You're intoxicated." That's got to be the reason, isn't it? You know he can't dance, buddy.

Although...he doesn't want to spoil Roller's bad mood either.

[officerjuicebox]

"Never. Yet."

But that doesn't seem to bother him. He's practically twirling Pax/Prime around in his grip, grinning down at him. Yes, yes he sure is intoxicated. But he also thinks this is a wonderful idea. Maybe they're undercover. Yeah, that sounds plausible.

He actually laughs, twirling Optimus, before pulling him back in. Up close. And personal.

"Yep! Pretty sure I am. That's like, a first, right? Someone here's got something with a kick. Or something. Right? Maybe? I don't know."

[optout]

It was a rare sight to see Optimus swung around--there weren't many bots as big as Roller around, and those that were weren't the most friendly. Thankfully, Roller was intoxicated. So that helped explain the weird behavior. Although when he's pulled close, his eyes go full Spinister, looking right back into those blue optics.

Completely taken by surprise and off guard.

"I'm surprised, yeah. Especially so soon into the part--Brainstorm."

Yeah, he knows who's at fault for this. Only he would make something THAT potent.

[officerjuicebox]

Hey, the intoxication just helps. He's wanted to do something like this for a long time, just never had the... well. Time or lack of reservations. Or anything like that, really. So now, here he is.

Just drunk enough to where the edges of the guilt blur and the world turns fuzzy enough to where he can think maybe, just for a bit, this is how it was before.

"Nope. I'm Roller. Remember? Don't tell me you forgot. 'Cause then I'd have to make sure you remembered, and I'm not sure I know how to do that right now."

He swings his partner again, before once more pulling him in. Up close. Personal.

"I could totally think of something though."

[optout]

Well, at least something's helping you along Roller, because he's certainly not picking up any clues on his own. And neither were you.

"No, no that's not what I meant--" Although hes swung again before he can make a convincing argument. He doesn't necessarily stop Roller, though (he totally could), letting the big bot lug him around as if he were a handbag. Although his eyes keep wide in almost innocent shock as he's pulled close.

Head tilted up.

"Think of something...like what."

Okay, he's curious now. Roller, you're being awfully coy and sneaky.

[officerjuicebox]

He laughs a bit. Honestly. Sure, it's a bit drunk, but hey, it's amusement. The hands on Optimus' move from there to the other bot's waist. His movements slow. Steps making a more rhythmic circle, instead of the fast-paced nonsense of earlier.

"Something... hold still."

Because he's going to lean in. Nothing in his head or his spark is stopping him right now. Just having his partner this close is making his engine hum. All inhibitions thrown out the window. It's suddenly just the two of them.

No guilt. No time gap.

Just... the two of them.

So maybe it doesn't work quite like he wants it to. There's the faceplate and all. But his head turns in just the right way to press a very decisive, very firm kiss to Optimus' faceplate.

[optout]

Optimus has no idea how to dance. Even Roller drunk is a better dancer than he is, and that's saying something. When the bot's hands go to his waist, his eyes widen slightly more, looking down for one brief moment as he feels those fingers against his sides. He follows along, of course, to the best of his abilities.

But that's not saying much.

Although...Roller's leaning in fairly close now, only a few inches away from each other as the slow dancing continues. His eyes never leaving the blues of his partner's. A part of this was nice, seeing Roller let go of his guilt and be himself. A part he wishes was still sober. But he knows this wouldn't be what a sober Roller would do either, in terms of how he's speaking.

Right?

He doesn't have long to contemplate this--because his partner just pressed his lips to his faceplate. And all he can do is stare wide eyed at the action.

[officerjuicebox]

He wishes he weren't drunk either, in some still screaming, still sober part of his mind. The part that would have stopped this immediately. Would have kept this little dance to something light and silly. Something that didn't lead here.

Lead to... him holding Prime as near to him as he would have back then. As if they had literally only been apart a few days instead of however long it had been.

As if he hadn't let him down.

Given that Optimus' faceplate is in the way, the kiss can't last long without being completely ridiculous. There's not much he can do besides press his mouth there, teeth parted. Then hold it a beat or two before he pulls back, though his face doesn't move far.

"... Don't forget me, okay?"

[optout]

Optimus is dumbfounded by the gesture, completely at a loss of what to do. Intimate acts weren't completely above him, although he never considered himself an option--something in his brain just assumed that no one would look twice at him.

There were other things to do, after all.

But when that kiss is given, his eyes are shot open wide, unable to really process any of this. At least...not now. Maybe after Prom he could discuss this with his friend.

For now....

"I...I won't, Roller. I never--"

His voice drops.

"I never did."

[officerjuicebox]

"Good, then..."

Maybe some part of his brain is realizing what he's done, even through the haze of all that alcohol. Because he trails off, looking awkwardly down at his partner, at a loss for what to say next.

So instead, he moves to lift his friend's chin up, looking at him for a moment or two, while his other hand keeps holding onto Prime, like it's afraid he's going to pull away and run.

"'Cause I'm pretty sure you're kinda... you're kinda... super unforgetable. You know what I mean?"

Wow, that was. Probably meant to go somewhere but it never did. Story of his life.

[optout]

He lets Roller do this, more out of sheer surprise than anything. His eyes are wide, like 75% Spinister as he locks onto the other's, unable to turn away even if he wanted to.

"I've...I appreciate that, partner."

Although a part of him wishes that would have helped Roller find him again. Another thing to consume himself with at a later point. "Don't stray from me. That's all I ask."

[officerjuicebox]

He just holds them both there like that for a while, looking down at him. Keeping still on the dance floor. Luckily enough, he's huge enough to where most would give them a wide berth. Perfect for buying time to do stupid, regretful things.

"Don't want to."

And it's the truth, despite the intoxication.

"Didn't ever want to."

As, yes. He is going to tilt his head down to press another one of those heated kisses against his partner's face.

[optout]

Oh no, kiss number two. Although this time, Optimus is prepared for it as he feels those lips press against his faceplate, eyes widening once again. His arms branch out to the bot's elbows, gripping them as he pulls away, slightly.

"I'll say it again, partner. You're intoxicated." Because...Roller would never say these things, not out loud.

His eyes cast down, as if the kiss was undeserved from the get go. "You're memorable too. I never forgot you after you disappeared."

Seriously, just ask what he named his trailer. You won't BELIEVE what he answers with!

[officerjuicebox]

It's done too soon. There's not the return he's expecting. There's no shift of face plate. Not... what he thought would happen if he just blurted those words out. Because it had seemed like such a good idea when he'd started.

Instead of kissing his partner at a party, he's staring down at a Prime on an alien planet. His brain is struggling to catch up with these realizations, struggling, while it also tries to focus on what's being said.

"But I'm... right here?"

He can't see Pax -- Prime -- 's face. That's not right. He tries tilting it up again.

"I'm not disappeared. I don't want to. Disappeared. I ... want to stay."

Stay here, and stay your partner.